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Your Fault
Haylee's POV…
I woke up on the floor of the basement, still snuggling with Harper. The door of the basement suddenly sung open and a pissed off man who looked Hotch's age stormed in. "All four of you! Come with me!" He barked. Martina and Lucia jumped up right away, but Harper and I didn't. We were more than a little confused, but I think we got the message when Martina kicked Harper in the spine and called her a retard, demanding she get up. I wanted to slap her across the face but I stopped myself. Now isn't the time.
The man lead us upstairs to a room that looked like a normal hallway. In fact, it was. There were two younger men in the room at the end of the hallway, a living room-type area. No, it was an actual living room. The youngest man, the one who held the video camera while abducting me, politely asked us all to sit down. Had it not been for the fact that he kidnapped me, I'd of tried flirting just then.
The oldest man walked right up to Harper as soon as she sat down and slapped her. "You little bitch do you know what you and your sister have gotten us into?" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Leave them alone, Dad!" Shouted the man who had held the camera.
The older man punched the younger in the jaw which shut him up. He then just turned his anger back to Harper and knocked her to the ground before kicking her in the gut. Using a kick to accent each word, "You. Did. This! It. Is. All. Your. Fault!"
I saw tears begin to form in Harper's eyes and intervened. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't act like you don't know." The man between the ages of the older and younger said, taking a drag from his cigarette.
I shook my head, "I'm sorry, I-I don't. Gyah!" I screamed as he raised his hand to hit me. The pain is so numbing I almost don't feel it. Almost.
"Dad, maybe she really doesn't know. Perhaps show them the news clip from last night's Nancy Grace?" The youngest man suggested. The oldest reluctantly agreed and tossed the remote to the third man, perhaps his older son. I helped Harper up off the ground and held her hand protectively as we watched the Nancy Grace clip.
"...currently missing and still believed to be alive are sisters Martina and Lucia Gellar. Both girls were abducted from a football game at their local high school, North Stafford High, in Garrisonville, Virginia. The girls have been missing for over a week now. The most recent abductions occurred less than six hours ago. Twin sisters Haylee and Harper Rossi were abducted from locations about ten minutes away from Garrisonville in Stafford County. Haylee Rossi was reported missing from a shopping mall by her friend Bianca Avellis at approximately 8:27 PM Eastern Standard Time. Less than and hour earlier at 7:31 Harper Rossi made a 9-1-1 call from the family home- which I am standing outside right now- during which she described two men breaking in and one even attacked her. There were sounds of a struggle before the call ended."
"Now, I understand that the father of the Rossi girls is quite famous?"
"That is correct Nancy. Their father is renowned true-crime author and one of the founding fathers of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, David Rossi."
The man with the cigarette paused the DVR recording right there. "See how much trouble we are in because of you?" He took his cigarette and burnt it on Harper's palm. She cried out in pain and he just laughed.
"Technically, you idiots brought it upon yourselves." Lucia said quickly, purposely turning his anger on her instead of my sister. But why?
"Son, wait." The father commanded.
"Yes, sir."
The father walked in front of Harper and I and crouched to our level. "So I hear your Daddy is quite rich and famous, huh honeybears?" He reached his hand over to Harper's thigh and just before he could touch her, I spat in his face. He wiped my spit from his eyes and smirked at me. "Just for that, little Missy, I'm going to have my sons take some extra time on you."
"Leave them alone." Lucia said bravely.
"What was that? What was that you little whore?" The man with a cigarette inquired.
"Leave them alone. It's not their fault their the daughters of some famous person. Besides, don't you have to kill me and Martina before you can kill them? Gotta stick to your pattern right?"
I was at a loss as to what the reason for Lucia's kindness was and I wanted to yell at her and tell her not to, but my own selfish desire to survive overpowered that. The youngest man timidly approached his father and brother with a question, "Perhaps if we let these new ones go now and just take two others it will be okay?"
"You idiot they saw our faces! They have to die." The middle man said, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing it in his face.
"Um, sir?" Harper spoke up timidly.
The oldest man guffawed before bending down to Harper's level. "What?" He snapped.
"You see, my sister and I do not know your names. If we have descriptions but not names, then how much help will we be?"
I picked up where Harper left off. "Out of the 8,001,024 people living in Virginia there has to be several who look similar to you. If you were to dye your hair and get the heck out of Dodge, then-"
"Shut up! Shut! Up! None of you are getting out of here alive so your bargaining had better stop or else we will make it ten times worse! Anthony take them to the basement." The father commanded of the youngest man.
"Yes Dad." He politely helped us up and led us back to the basement.
~.*~.*~.*~.*
Third Person POV...
Dave walked into the Stafford Police Department where the two FBI teams would meet with local police. The Stafford Police had officially invited the teams to assist in working the case. Dave was sure he looked like hell. Total amount of sleep? Maybe ten minutes before his alarm clock woke him up. At least the shower helped...maybe.
All of the agents from both teams were there except for Amy. Dave looked to Hotch and shifted his eyes toward the empty seat between Prentiss and a young male agent from her team. "She offered to skip church today to be here early, but from what little of a profile we have-" Hotch explained, motioning to Prentiss to pass him the notebook beside her and Reid. She passed him the notebook and Hotch showed it to Dave. "I was watching Nancy Grace last night and they were talking about the case. The reporter they had in Virginia mentioned the church Haylee and the Gellar girls attend will be dedicating part of the service to them, so I asked Amy to attend like she would every Sunday, but take notice and possibly pictures of every unfamiliar man."
Dave nodded, admiring Hotch's quick thinking and thankful for Amy's willingness to play it cool. He turned his attention to the board with the gruesome photos and case details tacked up on it. The only four photos without a post mortem picture beside them were, of course, of the Martina and Lucia Gellar and of Dave's own daughters. But he couldn't seem to see that. Every time his eyes even caught a glimpse of one of the dead bodies he saw Haylee or Harper there, dumped like garbage after being beaten and raped. And strangled.
Not that he thought about it often, but Dave would have much preferred to be shot execution style than be strangled. Strangulation is no gentle way to go- he supposed being shot wasn't either. But if done right would it not be quicker?
A shiver ran down his spine before he finally sat down between Hotch and a Hispanic man a little older than Morgan. Agent Vasquez, his Bureau ID read. A glance around the room made him realize the amount of testosterone in the room was more than double the amount while working a normal case. He read the IDs of the other team- SSA Collins, SSA Vasquez, SSA Luke, SSA Broom and SSA Beaudoin were all men. The only female helping the BAU team on the case was SSA Sweetwater.
Dave could empathize with her (on being out numbered by the opposite sex, that is.) At home, he was always out number by the girls. If only they could still be there. Yeah, they're not dead yet, but with the way these UnSubs work...they have a week. At best.
The UnSubs had a specific cycle: Kidnap a set of sisters, keep them for two days before kidnapping the next set, kill the sisters in the first set three days later, kidnap another set three days later, kill the sisters in set two three days later then repeat the cycle.
So Martina and Lucia Gellar had about two and a half days left. Haylee and Harper, six, at best. Dave was about to get up and leave the room for some air when Amy walked in with Lindzi's pink camera in hand. "I got pictures like you asked." She said quietly before looking down at Dave. "You look like hell," She said rather bluntly. "How much sleep did you get?"
"Maybe ten minutes." Was his mumbled response. Amy sympathetically squeezed his shoulder. "How was, er, church? Like, how was Lindzi?"
Amy's perpetual smile faded a little as she nervously pushed her hair from her face. "Oh it was...well it was okay I guess. Pastor Troy gave the missing girls a nice mention and a big portion of the prayer before the sermon was devoted to them. Lindzi's really worried. She and that Russian boy- what's his name?- just kind of sat there stoically all day until prayer. They sat together at the alter with all of Haylee's other church friends- oh! The pictures- Hotch."
Hotch took the camera from Amy's hands.
"Go back about four. That's where they start...I'm sorry I couldn't find more, but there were only four unfamiliar men."
"No, this is perfect. Thank you."
"Not to sound like I'm doubting your profiling or anything, but why would I need to search for unfamiliar men at church this morning?"
"Because these UnSubs want to inflict as much pain and grief as possible." Dave answered blankly. "They kidnap, beat, rape and strangle sisters. That inflicts twice as much pain on the families. Knowing that Pastor Troy would mention the four of them on Sunday just gave them a nice opportunity to enjoy it with no risk to them." He laughed sadistically before continuing, "I mean, who would suspect a stranger showing up at church? Those bastards are pretty damned lucky."
It all fell silent at his explanation. No matter how much he stared blankly at the table and no matter how flatly he said it, they could tell he said what he was feeling; unconsciously. In fact, he didn't realize exactly what he'd said until he looked up to see everyone staring at him sympathetically.
"Um, I need some air." He said quickly, standing up and leaving to step outside the police station.
It's all your fault, you stupid bastard. If you had only been there then none of this would have happened.
~.*~.*~.*~.*
Danielle Smith pulled her rental car up to the FBI Academy. She planned on interrogating Dave about why he'd let this happen to their daughters- it was all his fault. If she hadn't left them with him then none of this would have happened. She smoked a cigarette before walking into the building.
"Excuse me," She asked the person at the front office. "Do you know if David Rossi is away on a case?"
"He's working a case in the state, ma'am. May I ask you name?"
"Danielle Smith."
"I can prepare a message for him. He's working a pretty important case; did you hear his daughters got kidnapped? A shame, really."
"That won't be necessary. Yes, I know. Do you think you can give me his contact information?"
"Ma'am, I can't disclose that to-"
"I apologize for interrupting you again, but I'm not just anybody. I'm his ex-wife- the mother of his two daughters?"
The younger women bit her lip. "I'm sorry, I still can't give his information out. Except for what would be on his card." She pressed a few keys on the computer and wrote down a few things. "Here you are, ma'am."
"Thank you."
Danielle stuffed the paper into her bra and left the Academy to return to hotel. She would call Dave there, give him a piece of her mind.
~.*~.*~.*~.*
Martina Gellar banged her head against the wall of the basement. "I hate you! Why? Why me?"
"Martina-" Harper said compassionately. Crack! Martina's palm collided with Harper's face. "Oh!" Harper gasped in surprise.
"You! You did this! Now that they know who your Daddy is they won't care about me and Lucia! We're more disposable than ever now that they have the daughters of some rich and famous person!" Martina rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Perfect. Just. Perfect."
Crack! "Ouch!" Martina shouted.
"Oh!" Harper gasped in shock.
"Whoa." Lucia said, mouth hanging open.
The usually mild-mannered Haylee slapped Martina. "It's not our fault! What, so it was our choice to have a well-known father? It was our choice to get kidnapped? Stop being so ignorant and actually think about your accusations before you make them!"
Martina rolled her eyes before flouncing off to her corner of the basement.
The basement door opened and a man came down. He flicked a light on and the Rossi twins gasped. This man...he was new. He was older than the man with the cigarette but younger than the father. Another son, maybe?
What kind of family is this? Was the thought on everyone's minds.
"You. Spit girl. Come with me." He pointed at Haylee.
"You bastard! Like hell she'll go with you!" Harper screamed.
He smirked. "Shut up, girlie. My brother will come for you later." He turned his attention back to Haylee. "Now."
"You sick bastard!" Haylee shouted.
The man just laughed sadistically and picked up Haylee. She screamed as loud as she could but it was all to no avail. Nobody could help her now.
This is my fault. I shouldn't have spit in the old guy's face.
