Chapter 4

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"In an age of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act."

-George Orwell

"Chief Brooks," Hotch extended his hand and was met with the man's strong grip, "this is SSA's Morgan, Rossi, our media liaison, Jennifer Jareau and Doctor Spencer Reid. Where would you like us to set up?"

The built man pointed to a large conference room to the right. "We pulled the case files from last year, figured you might want 'em."

"Thanks. Have you been able to get any leads of Mr Parks?" Rossi added.

"Not since you found, Agent…" He looked around, unconsciously asking for help.

"Prentiss." Morgan stated dryly.

"Right, I apologize. It's been hectic since, everyone wants this guy."

Hotch nodded. "As do we. We'll set up and get started."

Brooks' face held a small smile. "How is Agent Prentiss doing?"

Hotch opened his mouth to speak, but not before Morgan spoke. "She's okay."

Brooks' brown eyes glanced at Hotch before lingering on Morgan, unable to figure out where the agent's dry attitude came from. "Good to hear. Let us know what we can do."

Hotch sent Morgan and Reid to William Parks' house to go through the cellar and his house while he and Rossi set up the conference room. Hotch's cell broke the silence.

"Garcia, what've you got."

"Well, sir, no news is good news, right? His car hasn't been spotted at any gas station, bridge or border. He's still in Virginia."

"JJ, get his face all over the news. The public needs to be aware, he may have altered his appearance is some way, possibly his hair color."

She quickly turned and headed for the door. "Got it."

"What else can I do you for, sir?"

"That's all for now." He paused, "How's Prentiss?"

Both men heard her sigh through the phone. "No change, I'm afraid. I'll report back if anything miraculous happen. PG out."

"Aaron, he's got nowhere to go. He's got no living family," Dave retorted as he flipped through the old files, "no friends, not even an old high school buddy he could hold up with. He's on his own."

Hotch narrowed his eyes, racking for something that could help them.

"What're you thinking?"

He exhaled, pressing his lips into a thin line. "How did he know we were coming? He was already gone by the time we got on site."

Rossi shrugged. "Maybe he felt the pressure of us closing in, fled before we could get to him?"

"Yeah," Hotch said and shook his head, "but why leave Prentiss in the cellar? He's too smart to leave someone who knows everything alive."

Rossi hesitated, eyeing the unit chief before speaking. "Aaron, you and I both know better. She hasn't spoken since we found her. Whatever he's done," He just barely shook his head as he wrapped his mind around what he was saying, "he knows she won't recover to tell us."

He stopped for a brief moment, just to let his words sink into Aaron's brain.

"Morgan's too upset, to emotionally involved to see it, but you and I? We've seen this kinda thing."

Hotch looked down, gathered his thoughts and moved his eyes back up to Rossi. "So we give up on her?"

"No. We fight like hell to save her. But it might not happen soon enough for this case."

Then, Derek and Reid walked back into the room, Derek's tension filling the air.

"There's nothing new at the house."

"It's the sick bastards experiment lab. He's got knives, whips, tasers," Morgan ran his hands over his head, "ropes. He's got everything."

A knock on the door interrupted the agents as Chief Brooks popped his head inside, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. "Hey, I'm sending some detectives to the bar he was last seen at. You in?"

"Morgan, Rossi, go. Reid I want you here to work victimology. Meet back here in two hours?"

"Yeah," Derek said.

"No, just leave me alone…" she breathed, pleading him to just go away. She was so, so tired.

"Awe, c'mon Emily. We've got visitors."

An athletically built man entered the room with a young girl draped over his shoulder. Suddenly, her body became alert and aware. "What are you doing with her?"

"Emily, always trying to save the others," He said, "just like a good FBI agent, right?" He mocked.

Their 'visitor' roughly placed the young woman down in the reclining chair, similar to the ones found in dentist offices. "We're just having fun." He said as he began trailing down the girl's neck, his shaggy light brown hair dusting over her cheeks.

"Look, you don't have to do that. It's me you want, right? That's why he brought you here?" He said, referring to Parks.

"No, actually. I just need somewhere private to, uh," he smirked, "hang out with my girl. We don't mind an audience, now do we?" He said, stroking the girls flushed cheeks.

"Just let her go…you have me. Isn't that enough?"

William looked at her, an evil smirk on his face, "Oh, you are enough. It's about so much more though, don't you see?"

She cocked her head at him, the exhaustion clouding her brain which didn't allow her to think as quickly as she could. A shriek from the young girl pulled her back as she watched the girl struggle under the man's heavy weight.

"Isn't it more fun to watch, anyway?" William asked.

Morgan walked down the hallways of the hospital towards the end of visiting hours. They hadn't found anything helpful at the bar and Hotch had sent them home to get some rest. Rest, however, didn't come easy for them. Nobody could take their mind off their wounded agent and friend.

Stepping into the room, immediately he noticed the pink, sparkly decorations. The tray table next to the bed was covered in little stuffed animals, action figures and candies. Sleeping in the chair next to him was the one responsible.

He gently tapped her shoulder and she opened her eyes quickly.

"Wh—what's happening? Emily? Is she—"

"Babygirl, everything's fine. Why don't you go home, get some rest." He suggested, noticing the bags under her eyes.

"No, I'm fine. Besides, she shouldn't be alone."

"Penelope, you really think I'd leave her alone? Go. Get some rest. I'll stay here."

Finally, she gave in and packed her things before leaving. Derek took her place in the chair next to the bed and scooted closer to her. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she looked so peaceful, yet he knew otherwise. He took her hand in his, tears threatening to spill as the guilt built up.

"I'm so sorry, Emily. I'm so sorry."

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