A/N: Poor people in the forest, why must I be so evil to them? Oh, right - it's in my nature -evil grin- Beta read by editor frog!

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Something was wrong.

A sudden rustling in the tent woke Emily from her sleep, but only to the extent that she could feel that something wasn't right. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but there was something just not adding up.

What is that...?

She shook her leg slightly to rid herself of the creeping feeling running up her thigh. It disappeared.

What the...?

The creeping feeling had moved to her hip and up over her waistline. Emily aimlessly threw a hand over her body, knocking something off her waist.

"Mmff..."

She turned over, curling up the best she could in the tight sleeping bag. The woman couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Moments later, her suspicions were confirmed. A determined hand made its way into the green sleeping bag, and moved tightly across Emily's stomach.

She was wide awake in less than a second, spinning around sharply only to lock eyes with Brad, who lay beside her in the tent. Stunned, all she could do was stare at him.

"Shhh..." He smirked at her and tightened his grip around her waist. "I'm here now."

Her eyes told him she wanted it. They were wide open in anticipation, and she wasn't fighting him off. She wanted him. Brad knew it. He leaned over her, moving in to kiss her beautiful soft lips.

Suddenly, Emily regained control of her limbs and forcefully pushed Brad off her. "Get off me!!" As Brad tumbled over into the side of the tent, Emily fought to get out of the tight sleeping bag. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Brad regained his balance, and pounce on Emily, pinning her to the ground. Holding her arms in a bruising grip he leaned over, a menacing look on his face. "Emily, don't fight me. We both know you want it."

"Get the hell off me!" She thrashed around violently trying to escape the iron grip holding her down. Her wrists ached from the pressure, and she could hardly move her fingers. Kicking fiercely, she finally hit Brad in the side with a knee, and he groaned – but didn't let go.

"Stop fighting, Emily, and just go with it. I know you want it, you've been wanting it ever since we started this trek."

"NO!"

"I can see it in your eyes, Ems. You're just dying to f..."

He couldn't finish his sentence before Emily had thrown her head forward, head butting him straight in the nose. Blood flowed down his face and down on her chest, and his grip finally loosened, and Emily could get away.

But the freedom was only momentary. As she bolted for the opening of the tent, a rough hand grabbed her hair and yanked her back into the arms of the delusional man. She kicked and screamed, clawed at his face, only to receive a slap straight across the face.

It didn't slow her down, and she grabbed his ears and once again slammed her forehead into his face. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth as he resolutely lifted Emily clean off the ground in the low tent and smashed her body down onto the barely covered surface.

The impact knocked the wind out of her, and she was momentarily incapacitated. It was enough time for Brad to straddle her and pinning her arms over her head. When she finally regained the ability to move, it was too late.

"Will you stop struggling, Emily?" A sickening smile crossed his face. "All I wanna do is love you..." He bent down over her and began licking her cheek, blood still dripping from his nose.

Emily was thoroughly nauseated by the man holding her down; his disgusting tongue running up and down her cheek. She squirmed to get away, but he was too heavy and she couldn't get her legs up to kick him. With a sharp inhale, she shifted her head, sinking her teeth into Brad's cheek.

Brad screamed straight into Emily's ear, tearing away from the sharp teeth ripping into his flesh.

Emily spat out the piece of Brad still left in her mouth as she felt the grip falling off her arms, and she ducked away from the man, trying to bolt for the opening once again, but this time she didn't get that far.

The fist caught her straight across the temple, and sent stars through her head. The all too familiar blanket of grey began spreading over her eyes as she slumped down back onto the sleeping bag.

Brad was over her in less than a second, kissing and nibbling at her skin, tearing away clothing to gain access to more soft flesh to touch.

"God, Emily... You are so sexy. I know you want me, you all do. You say no..." He paused to nibble at her collarbone. "...but it's all the same in the end. You want me, and you know it. You just play hard to get..."

He yanked the shirt open with a single movement and was lost in the sight below.

"...and I love it when you do..."

Fumbling with the belt in her combat trousers, he eagerly let his mouth run across her stomach.

Emily's hands flailed aimlessly in fruitless attempts to push Brad off. Then suddenly, just as Brad's hands reached the point of no return, she felt something under her palm. Wrapping her fingers around it, she gathered every bit of strength she could muster, and reached up towards the bare shoulders holding her down, and jammed the object deep into the tanned flesh.

A single scream echoed through the forest.

Then there was nothing.

-o-o-o-

The meal Rossi prepared for himself and his young hiking partner was a true feast. Reid had no idea something like this could be done in the nature. The fried mushrooms tasted divine and the salad-like creation with leaves, roots and berries was like a little piece of heaven. Every bit of the fantastic dinner disappeared, mostly into Reid's hungry stomach. After the berries he ate earlier and his reaction to the sight of the fish, he felt rather empty inside.

Rossi smiled as he watched the young man hungrily gobble up every smidgen of food left on his plastic plate. He mostly prepared meals for himself, and seeing someone enjoying his cooking like this was very satisfying. As Reid put the plate down on the ground with a content sigh, Rossi chuckled slightly.

"I take it you liked it?"

"Oh, yeah." The young agent licked his fingers to savor every bit of lovely tasting mushrooms he could. "It was great. I had no idea nature could offer this array of flavors."

"You haven't lived until you've lived in the forest." Rossi grabbed a bottle of water and took a few quick gulps, then threw it to Reid, who fumblingly caught it. "Drink. You lost way too much fluid already, with the puking and all."

Reid nodded and finished the bottle. He didn't want to get dehydrated in the middle of nowhere. Despite Rossi's actions earlier, he was very happy he was the one by his side through this devilish trek. If there was anyone he would choose to be stuck in the forest with, it was Rossi. The young agent knew he had the book smarts, but this sure wasn't his territory. This was Rossi's turf, as Reid had come to painfully realize, and his words served as law out here.

"You want some dessert?"

The young man's head snapped up. "What?"

Rossi held out a plate of fresh raspberries to Reid. "I saved these for after dinner. They make a great dessert. You want some?"

Reid took a handful of the pinkish red berries and one by one put them in his mouth. "How did you manage to find all this in such a short time?" he said between bites.

"Well, Reid..." Rossi said as he lay back on the ground, crossing his arms under his head. "It's all a matter of knowing where to look."

"Well, I'm impressed."

"Thanks kid." Rossi smiled. He felt himself really warming up to this young man, whom he had previously perceived being an annoying pain in the butt, all with his fact-spewing and random babbling. But having made it to the camp site in one piece, and Reid having told him about the horrific event in Georgia, Rossi couldn't help but feel a lot closer to him.

"If you want, I can teach you what berries you can and can't eat."

Reid looked at his superior with a mouthful of raspberries. "Mhm?"

"Yeah, well... If you want...you can come with me on a hike sometime. You know, to learn about the dos and don'ts of nature."

Reid swallowed with a smile. "I'd like that." He also lay back on the not so soft ground, letting the food settle in his full stomach.

Rossi smiled at the sky.

Another hike with Prince Fumble-foot. What am I thinking? I guess he's the kind of kid that just grows on you. Besides, someone has to teach him how to survive in the woods.

As they lay silently watching the dark turning sky, a troubled look gradually came over the young agent, and he began fidgeting where he lay. Rolling his hips slightly, he rubbed his hands over his stomach.

Rossi heard the shuffling beside him and looked over at his young hiking partner. "Reid, what's wrong? Is it the fish again?"

"No, no, I..." He trailed off.

The older agent raised himself onto an elbow, turning towards the young man, who was now squirming noticeably on the ground.

"Reid?"

"It...hurts..." Reid's face contorted as he grimaced at the sky, rubbing his hands frantically over his stomach.

Concern fell over Rossi. "Where? Where does it hurt? Your stomach?" He feared that, despite his woodland experience, had picked bad mushrooms and had accidentally poisoned his young colleague.

"My hands...and my...my...!" The young agent couldn't finish his sentence, biting his lip and blushing.

"Let me see." Rossi took one of Reid's hands as he sat up. What he saw was terrifyingly familiar. "Oh my."

"What is it...?" the young agent managed to push through his teeth, still laying on the ground, pulling his legs up and resting the soles of his boot clad feet on the rubble.

"Reid... Where else do you hurt?"

The look he got from the young man was all the answer he needed. With a deep sigh, the senior agent let Reid's hand rest back on his stomach, keeping his own hand tightly over the skinny, twitching fingers.

"Kid... I don't suppose you've heard the saying 'leaves of three, let it be'?"

-o-o-o-

Morgan tried continuously to make contact with his superior who basically lay catatonic on the bed on the other side of the room. He hadn't moved an inch since the brothers last had been in the room, abusing him.

The bound and injured agent couldn't give up. He had to keep trying to get Hotch back into reality. While understanding the horrible trauma the older agent had just suffered, Morgan knew that bringing him back was essential. Hotch wasn't tied up, and calling him back to reality was their best shot at getting out of the house God forgot. He needed to get Hotch to snap out of it before the brothers returned.

"Hotch, man, wake up. You have to wake up!" He spoke as loud as he could without alerting the terrible two in the other room, who still seemed to be eating as Morgan could hear the clinging of cutlery against dishes and the busy voices chatting away. He couldn't make out any words, just a constant talking and occasional laughter.

"Hotch. Hotch!"

Shaking his head in despair, Morgan tried to move towards the bed. The moment he attempted to move his leg a fraction of an inch, the familiar white bolt of pain shot through him, and he gritted his teeth. Fighting the agony, he strenuously pulled his body across the floor. The slow crawl sent tears to his eyes, but the tormented agent refused to let them out. He couldn't let himself fall now. Hotch needed him.

Using his elbows, he dragged himself backwards on the hard wood floor, wincing with every move. When he finally reached the bed where Hotch lay motionless, he forced himself to sit up against the bed frame. Their heads almost touched as he leaned against the sodden mattress.

Morgan's head was spinning from the pain, but thankfully his leg began to go numb, but there was still the burning sensation racing through his stomach and groin.

Looking up at his superior, all he could see was a bunch of dark curls partially covered by arms tightly wrapped around the head.

"Hotch..." he panted slightly from the effort made to cross the room. "Hotch, man, you have to come back to me."

No reaction. Just short and shallow breaths.

"Hotch, listen to me. You're stronger than this. Don't close down."

No reaction.

Morgan let out a muffled groan. "Hotch. For God's sake. We have to get out of here."

No reaction.

"Listen. Listen to me. I know you can hear me. You are a strong, capable man. You're the strongest man I know; I have no idea how you get through the things you do, but somehow you manage. I wouldn't be able to handle half the things you do, but there's something inside you, something that tells you to keep going. Listen to that voice now, Hotch. Don't let them break you. It's what they want. Do not let them break you."

No reaction.

Morgan had never felt closer to crying like he did at this moment. Seeing his superior, the man he admired more than anyone, lying broken like this was tearing him apart. And knowing there was nothing he could do that he hadn't already tried...

He let go. One tear fell down his cheek. Then another. The silent, angry tears that no one would ever know about ran down his face as he looked up at Hotch.

They broke him. Someone finally broke him.

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