Unknown Location – Morning (Day #5) –

He'd spent the night alone in the dark room just like the days before. It was getting harder and harder to spend the nights in the darkness and cold. He knew now what was happening on the other side of the door to Tamara and Penelope…God help…what was happening to Penelope?

He wondered why he never heard her scream when he was taken from the room to use the bathroom. In fact, it was eerily quiet in the building that had become his prison. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that besides Tamara and the two guards there was no one else. Tamara seemed in such good shape for a woman that was being raped night after night and she smelled…like Jasmine and she had clean clothes…and shoes.

His feet were so cold that they felt numb and even though his injuries from the beating he'd received on the day of his wedding had begun to subside, his feet were aching from the cold. He was glad that he had no broken bones and his weakness now was from lack of food and water. He could tell that he'd lost weight his pants hung loose now from his waist. He'd lost track of time and still he had not been told why he'd been brought here and then virtually forgotten. Nothing made sense. Tamara's presence here now seemed bizarre as he again thought about her.

He needed answers; today he was going to demand answers…she knew more than she was letting on. His gut was no longer allowing him to believe that she was a victim. He'd been a profiler too long to dismiss the feelings that were running wild in his gut. All was not as it seemed. He was even beginning to doubt that Penelope was there. He had to be careful not to play his hand the wrong way and endanger her if she was.

The heavy lock slid roughly from its place and he quickly shifted his focus to the door. The sweet smell of Jasmine seeped through the door as it opened and she stepped inside. Lightly one of the men pushed her toward him and she stumbled then caught herself as she walked toward him bag in hand and took her seat next to him.

"You promised." She began. You said if I-I- did what you asked you'd leave the chains off of him!"

"Yeah, yeah" the larger one answered.

Tamara watched as the men released Derek from the chains and pulled him to his feet.

"You promised!" She yelled.

The two men continued pulling him toward the door.

"Tamara what did you do?" He asked.

She watched wide-eyed in silence as the door closed behind them. A small, satisfied smirk spread across her face. Her plan was working in a few minutes he would be hers in the most intimate way. He loved Penelope and he'd do anything to keep her safe even if it meant sleeping with her. She felt her heart rate speed up at the prospect of being with him having him inside her…making love to her; something she'd only dreamed of before was now going to happen at last.

She could hear him yelling from the hallway his voice further in the distance as he moved toward the small bathroom. He'd quickly forgotten her as soon as she was out of sight. He was no longer calling her name instead he was yelling at the top of his lungs for Penelope.

The more he called out for her the more he was convinced that she wasn't there. His heart leaped at the possibility that this had all been a hoax to torture him. If that was true, then Tamara was the perpetrator and not a victim. It would explain how her story of being raped didn't match up to her appearance and demeanor. He didn't want to believe that she was a part of this maybe even the mastermind but he was the best at what he did and as a profiler he saw the truth behind the maze of lies. He had sixty seconds in the small smelly room; once he was back with her he would get the truth from her one way or another.

BAU Headquarters – Afternoon –

They'd searched Tamara's home the night before and found no evidence that Morgan had ever been there. In fact, no one had been there in quite some time. The thick layer of dust on the furniture had not been disturbed and her empty closets hinted that she had no plans of returning. There were no signs that she had been stalking Morgan, no shrines of articles and pictures; nothing out of the ordinary that would give anyone a hint that his life was in danger. If it had not been for the van in the security footage they would not have known of her involvement in his abduction. Now the glaring question was, "why?"

"We know that Morgan kept in contact with Tamara after the case in Baltimore but were they romantically involved?"

"No!"

Hotch looked across the table at Garcia who'd said very little until then keeping her eyes and focus on her laptop.

"Garcia are you sure?" Hotch probed further.

"I'm positive! He wasn't involved with her! Besides meeting for drinks a few times and maybe dinner once or twice, they were just friends…that's all!"

"Okay, okay, but you know we have to ask. Everything is important."

The others watched her as she looked up briefly in apology to her boss.

"Maybe she's a victim too?" Reid asked.

"No. I don't think so." Rossi began. "Why would a paralegal whose hobbies included music, quilting and travelling, need a large van with blacked out windows?"

"Why would she kidnap Morgan on his wedding day?" JJ began.

"She had feelings beyond friendship." Rossi started. "For him they were friends for her they were much more."

"Morgan and Garcia's wedding was her stressor. She couldn't let him get married to anyone else." Hotch added.

"What do you think she's done to him? This is the fifth day is he still alive?"

Garcia sounded desperate now. The others continued to silently worry about the mother-to-be.

"If your wedding was her stressor there's a good chance he's still alive…"

"As long as he…"

Rossi looked around the room before continuing.

"As long as he what?"

"As long as he plays along with her delusion."

Reid finished the statement. A heavy quietness fell over the room.

Unknown location – Afternoon (Day #5)

True to their promise to her they had not chained him to the wall again. He was grateful for the chance to feed himself. The menu was the same, peanut butter and jelly on white bread and a bottle of water.

She watched him eat in silence; something was off today but she couldn't put her finger on it. He hadn't mentioned Penelope since he'd been dragged from the room earlier screaming her name down the hallway. She couldn't underestimate him he was smart and strong; one miscalculation and he could turn the tables on her plans for him. She had to up her game and break him before his body and mind healed. She knew what he held close to his heart that was her weapon and even though Penelope wasn't there she had to make sure he thought she was.

"I saw Penelope today."

He stopped drinking for a moment and turned to look at her. He wondered how far she would take this game of hers. She still hadn't revealed her true agenda to him. He wondered how far he'd have to play along before he figured out a way to regain his freedom.

"Really? How is she?"

"She's still pretty bad off. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I know how much you love her."

"Then you know that I won't give up until we both are free from this place."

"Yeah I know."

She couldn't help but feel an underlying threat in his words as he looked intently into her eyes draining the last of his water.

"What would you do to save her life?"

"I'd do anything."

"I knew the moment I met you that you were special, Derek Morgan."

And so it began, he thought to himself. He was wondering when the real games would begin and now he knew. He wanted to kick himself for not seeing her for who she really was a few years ago. He'd made it clear to her that he was not ready for a relationship with her or anyone.

She moved closer their bodies close enough to touch. She saw the confusion in his eyes waiting for her next move. Resting her hand on his leg he stiffened under her touch.

"They want to watch us."

"Excuse me?"

"They want to watch us make love."

"Tamara? Are you serious?"

"They told me if we don't give them a show they would start on Penelope. One of them has already claimed first dibs on her."

"Son-of-a-bitch!"

Her hand began to slowly creep up his thigh before he stopped her grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. Smiling she did not resist him. He pulled her against his chest holding her as he buried his head into her hair and brushing his lips lightly against the side of her face stopping at her ear.

"So they want a show, huh?"

She shook her head yes and he felt her heart rate speed up.

"Then let's give them a show!"

She felt his grip tighten around her body as he wrapped an arm around her upper body pinning her to him. She found it impossible to move and her breathing became more and more difficult.

"Derek?" She whispered.

He kept squeezing her small frame he could feel her bones straining against his grip.

"What are you doing? I can't…br-r-r-reath!"

"How long do you want to continue with this game, Tamara?"

"Derek!"

"Is Penelope really here?"

"De- Derek…p-p-please!"

"Answer me! IS PENELOPE HERE!"

He heard the lock sliding out of place.

"Answer me! I'll break your neck before they even get through the door!"

"NO! No she's not here!"

The door sprung open and the two men rushed over to where he sat strangling and squeezing the life from her tiny frame.

"Let her go, NOW!"

"I'll kill her! Let me go!"

One of the men moved swiftly behind him pulling a gun from his belt. He felt the muzzle of the gun against the back of his head and heard the click of the hammer being pulled back.

"Get your hands off of her or I'll blow your brains out!"

Without hesitation he released her. He'd pay for what he'd done and he knew it but he got the information he needed. Penelope was safe, she wasn't there it was all one epic lie. He heard Tamara choking and struggling to catch her breath as the other man helped her to her feet.

"You Bastard! You'll pay for what you just did!"

"Why Tamara? Why are you doing this to me?"

Still coughing he saw the confidence return to her eyes as she approached him. Nodding to the man standing behind him, he felt the gun's muzzle move away from his head. A sigh of relief escaped him. Then the man used the same gun and slammed it violently down against the back of his head. He collapsed against the floor and everything began to fade. He felt the blood trickle down the back of his neck and he could hear her swearing at him…it didn't matter…nothing mattered…Penelope wasn't there…she was safe…and that's all he needed to know.