Remy's POV-

Blearily I opened my eyes, and found that I was in agony. My body ached, but I was alone. Rolling across the bed, I grabbed at my phone, pressing send twice. "Hotchner." Hotch answered and I felt relieved. "H-hotch." I started, my voice weak, "H-h-help me." I pleaded, I heard him say something else but I was distracted by approaching footsteps. Shoving my phone under the blankets, I calmed my breathing, rolling over feeling handcuffs biting at my wrists. He approached my bed, and I felt dread wash over me. I knew what was coming. I knew what he had done to previous lovers.


TEAM POV

Hotch could hear her pleas, and he quickly stood leaving his office. Yelling out across the bull-pen, he called the team and Garcia to Rossi's office. Storming in, he said, "Something's wrong with Remy." Hitting the button to put the phone on speaker phone, the team filed in and the room echoed with a harsh language and screams. The second Garcia arrived, Hotch spoke "Trace her call, Garcia. Now." Garcia scurried off. A roar of anger echoed through the office and then a crash, moments later the line went dead.

Everyone looked at Hotch, and he paced out the office, practically sprinting to Garcia's office. "Tell me you have something." He said, barging in. "She's at home, sir. I was just coming to tell you." She followed him back out to the bullpen and the team followed him to the door. "She's at her house. Let's go." The team exited the bull-pen getting in the elevator. "Bring Remy home." Garcia pleaded as she stood there watching them leave.


Remy's POV-

I could only pray that the team would get there before I was dead, or at least before my body was disposed of. A sickening crack and a blinding pain had rendered me incapable of fighting back, and really, the handcuffs hadn't made that any easier. I curled into a ball, trying to my minimize the areas of my body that he could assault, and just prayed for it to be over. He grabbed me, dragging me and the blanket off the bed, exposing the phone. A roar escaped him as he realized it was on and connected to a call. He grabbed the phone, slamming it against the wall, and I flinched as I heard it shatter. He grabbed me lifting me up, "This isn't over." He growled, before throwing me back, my head contacting something hard. The last thing I saw was Jared storming out of the room, and my world went black.


"Remy!"

That voice. It was annoying as hell. I was sleeping. Why were they waking me up?

"I got her, Hotch!" The voice yelled. Why did he have to yell?! My head, it hurt.

"Remy, C'mon baby, talk to me." The voice pleaded. "Look at me." I tried to blink. I was trying to tell him to shut up. Didn't he know that? I blinked, light blinding me, my world disorientated. Slowly the world focused, and I was looking up into the dark eyes of Derek Morgan. I looked away from him, seeing Prentiss over me as well. Why were they here? "L-loud." I stammered. Hell, talking hurt. I felt my eyes close, darkness coming back to claim me and words again. "No. No. No. Remy, stay awake." "Stay awake." But I was so tired. Didn't he see that? I was so exhausted. "Tired." I tried to mutter. I didn't know if they could hear me. "I know, but you gotta stay awake Remy. C'mon baby." I heard another voice in the room but I couldn't make out what it was saying. Darkness danced around me, pulling me back into the abyss and I finally gave in, feeling it drag me down.


Team POV

The pair of SUV'S skidded to a stop, lights flashing outside the Apartment building that Remy lived at. On the way over, everyone had put on their vests, and the moment the car stopped everyone slid out of the car, dividing into two teams without conversation. Splitting up, each group took their own flights of stairs, running up the four floors. When the teams reconvened at the door to Remy's apartment, they found it open. Pausing, Morgan looked at Hotch, moving forward when he nodded his approval. Room by room they cleared it, the group led by Morgan and Prentiss approaching the master bed-room. "Where is she?" Morgan muttered when he didn't see her directly. Prentiss cleared the bathroom, turning around, and she said, "Morgan!" Remy was laying between the far side of the bed, and a dresser. Prentiss moved quickly to her, touching her arm, to roll her over. Remy let out a slight groan as she moved, "She's alive." Prentiss said quietly, so that Morgan could hear. Morgan knelt down beside her, brushing her hair from her face, "Remy?!" He inquired. "I got her!" Morgan yelled back to the team. "Remy, C'mon baby, talk to me." Morgan spoke, "Look at me." Remy shifted, Morgan and Prentiss both staring down at her, the rest of the team had come in behind them. "l-loud." Remy said, her voice barely a whisper. Morgan glanced up at Prentiss, before they looked back down at her, noticing her eyelids fluttering back shut, "No. No. No. Remy, stay awake." "Stay awake." Morgan said, gently shaking her. She whispered something, that sounded like she was tired, and Morgan smiled slightly saying, "I know, but you gotta stay awake Remy. C'mon baby." Some shuffling at the door, caused Morgan and Prentiss to look up. "Medics are five out." Reid said, entering the room. Morgan looked back at Remy to find that she was unconscious. "Remy?" He said. "Morgan. She's breathing." Prentiss said quietly, touching his arm.

Kneeling beside their team-mate they waited, and sighed with relief when they saw the EMTS enter the room. Stepping back and out of the way, the agents watched the closely as they set to work. "Severe trauma, possible breathing complications." The EMTS talked back and forth, working together to get Remy on a stretcher. Once she was secure, they lifted her, moving quietly through the house and too the elevator. "What hospital?" Hotch asked as they passed. "Madstone." A EMT replied, Hotch nodded and the team followed them out.


The ER waiting room in Madstone was busy, and the team had been directed to an ICU waiting room that was smaller. Inside the room they small group of FBI agents paced, sat, worried, waiting to hear something- anything. When a tired looking Doctor walked in the room, everyone's attention shifted to them. "Family of Remy Hastings?" She inquired, her tone exhausted. Hotch stepped forward, "We're her team." He explained. The doctor nodded, slightly, stepping forward amid the group. "Ms. Hastings suffered a massive amount of blunt force trauma. Several of her ribs are broken, impairing her breathing. She had a spiral fracture on her right wrist, and a couple of head contusions that worry us. She has a concussion, but she's conscious." She finished looking around them, smiling slightly at the obvious signs of relief. "Can we see her?" Prentiss asked softly. The doctor nodded, "Don't over exert her. She's in room 208." The doctor said, taking Hotch's hand when he offered it. "Thank you, Doctor." The team exited the waiting room, and moved down the hall. When they arrived outside the room, Morgan knocked, before entering. The team filed in slowly, and Remy's head turn, meeting them with a weak smile.