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Present Day
"Hotch, maybe he didn't do this. He couldn't have, surely." JJ commented, her voice broken, her words holding less conviction than she intended.
"The evidence points to him, add to that the fact that he's told us nothing but lies for the last four days and that he's disappeared several times and-"
"Someone else has gone missing." Detective Arrow, Burns' partner declared, interrupting the Unit Chief. Said detective held up the photograph of the beautiful twenty-five year old brunette before pinning it to the evidence board. "Her name's Felicity James. She's twenty-five. A co-worker, Stephanie, who's classroom is located next to hers, noticed that she hadn't turned up. They tried to contact her but couldn't so they went to her house and it was empty. No-one knows where she is, she hasn't been seen since last night when she didn't turn up to meet a friend, Alicia, at the cinema at 7.30."
"Twenty-five? That doesn't make sense, all the others are older." Prentiss added.
Morgan picked up his phone and speed-dialed Garcia. "Hey baby girl, I need you to look up a Felicity James for me."
"OK, hot stuff I'll call back ASAP." He didn't have time for a retort before she disconnected the call.
Aaron, stared at the woman's picture for a few moments, snatched it off the evidence board and stormed into the interrogation room holding a restless Reid. He slammed the photograph down in front of the genius and watched as his eyes widened.
"Who is she? Where is she?" Hotch shouted to Spencer, getting sick of the wild goose-chase and his subordinate keeping secrets. Right now they couldn't make heads or tails of what little information they had.
"What?" There was a massive amount of hysteria and worry in his voice.
"She's been missing since last night. Where. Is. She. Reid!?" Aaron punctuated every word, losing any amount of patience he had with the younger agent.
"No, she couldn't be. She was fine Hotch." Spencer was pacing and beyond worried, confusing all of the agents who'd just burst into the room. "Let me help, Hotch. I need to find her. I don't care, you can accuse me of anything and everything just let me find her. She needs to be safe. And what about Ash? Ashley, is she OK?" The genuine concern and panic in his voice was enough to make everyone in the room question their conclusions.
"She's at the nursery." Detective Burns supplied from the doorway.
"Please Hotch. Please? I'll tell you anything you wanna know."
"OK. Don't go anywhere without another one of us there and you are not to leave this station. You'll be under supervision at all times. I also want to know how you know her, and who Ashley is, and I want to know now." The Doctor nodded in defeat.
"It's his wife and kid. They've been together since they were fourteen. She got pregnant at sixteen. She was a real bitch-" Detective Burns told them.
"Hey she's not a bitch, far from it. You just always had it out for her, thought it best to blame her for whatever 'crimes' your son committed cos who wouldn't suspect the girl with the bad reputation!" The agent shouted moving dangerously closer to the cop, so much so that Rossi had to hold him back.
"You know nothing about my son!" Morgan winced as the guy's shout echoed in his ear.
"He's a moron, a vandal, an alcoholic, drug addict and he used to kick my ass for fun!" It took the end of that sentence for the father to launch himself at Reid and punch him in the face, blood splashing across the table, leaving several small drops across the tables and the photo's spread across it. In an instant the BAU team saw the genius punch back just as hard, clocking him square in the jaw.
"Stop!" Morgan pushed both away and forced himself between the two.
"Reid, outside." Rossi commanded. "Detective stay here. I wanna talk to you."
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Felicity couldn't think straight, her head was clouded, eyelids heavy. As her head lolled to the side, she groaned at the pain in her head, ribs and neck. She vaguely recalled the last time the man came into the room, releasing her from the restraints and waiting for her to try to escape. As soon as the woman got up, he hit her to knock her back down, proceeding to kick her repeatedly in the stomach and ribs. She was sure some were broken and some cracked, it made it hard to move or even breath. Unfortunately, he then laughed as she lay curled up on the floor groaning and holding her stomach, and injected her. He injected her with Dilaudid. He'd told her she should know what it was like too, she should feel what it was like to be under the influence of a drug. He'd said she should know what her husband felt. However, she refused to give him the satisfaction of begging or pleading with him to stop.
"Ready to have a little fun?" A voice echoed throughout the room, clearing her head and leaving her body frozen with fear. "I'm gonna take your silence as a yes."
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Here's the next chapter , I'm sorry that it's not much longer but it will get longer as the story progresses .
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