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Chapter 7: Secret

DJ opened her eyes. She couldn't figure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was that man talking to the ceiling and pulling the electrical switch. Her eyes shot open, suddenly remembering everything that had happened. Her eyes still felt hazy so she went to rub her eyes a bit to help her focus. It took a bit more energy to pull her hand from above her head and her hands were tied together. Abruptly aware of her situation, she looked up at the ceiling and realized immediately where she was. She saw an industrial size chain hanging from what looked like a crane-type hook. The problem was she was hanging from that hook, with the chain around her ankles. She looked down at the huge vat in the center of the room. In the corner of the room she could see the man standing at what looked like a control desk.

"Oh look! This will be so much more fun mow you're awake," the unsub yelled to the ceiling. "And the best part about all of this is they aren't coming for you. I turned the camera off and they think you're dead," he laughed at the brilliance of his plan.

'You wanna bet they aren't coming,' she thought to herself. 'They may not be coming for me but they sure as hell are coming for you. I know them way better than you,' she was beyond mad now. The unsub's delight in the whole situation put a whole new determination in her. 'They will not stop, especially now, until you are in prison or a psych ward where you belong. And I'm gonna help them put you there.'

"Nothing to say?" he continued yelling. "Maybe a little ride will loosen your lips and help you share with the rest of the class," DJ watched him reach for two buttons on the right side of the control panel. He pushed the bottom button, sending DJ dropping toward the vat. He suddenly punched the red button to the left of the panel jerked the pulley to a halt, leaving DJ feeling a bit whiplashed. The unsub pushed the top button next, pulling DJ slowly back toward the ceiling. "Now that was fun, wasn't it?" as he hit the red button again stopping the chain at the rafters.

DJ didn't open her eyes until she felt herself come to a stop. That was one thing she never wanted to experience again. 'As soon as I get down from here,' she thought to herself. Did this guy really think he was going to get away with all of this, even now when her brother and her closest friends thought she was killed by him?

"Freeze!"

"Brown! Come out here!"

"Federal agents! Show yourself!"

"NYPD! Don't move!"

DJ's head whipped around as a frenzy of SWAT, police, and federal agents stormed the room. She knew they would show up eventually. In all the chaos, however, she kept as still as possible to avoid attention and possibly misdirected gunfire. She silently scanned her newly arrived saviors but she was too high to find any particular face. She noticed a group of twelve people separate from the SWAT teams sweeping the room. They all seemed to meander their way toward her and congregated around the enormous vat just beneath her. She still couldn't recognize any of their faces.

"Garcia?" she heard one of them say. 'Garcia, I know that name,' she tried desperately to remember but the electricity must have done more damage than she thought. There was a short pause as few of the people below her put their hands to their ears. 'They must be listening on comms.'

"Yeah," she heard the voice say again. There was another short pause.

"There's nothing here. There's just a vat, a huge vat, full of water," and another pause.

'Full of water?' she thought. 'He was going to drop me into that huge thing of water and either drown me or crack my head open on the bottom at the rate I was falling. Wait a minute, though. I know that voice. I need to get closer. That voice…' her thoughts trailed off. 'Derek,' it all made sense. He always talked about his tech goddess, Garcia. The others down there, then, had to be his team and her CSIs. She knew they would come. None of them would leave her, alive or dead, with this crazy guy. They all would want her out as fast as possible.

"What's the plan now, Hotch?" she heard her brother ask; the name she now recognized as his boss.

"We need to find Brown. I think he is the real threat," Hotch answered.

"What about the second signature?" that was the distinguishable voice of Flack. He always had told her that he would be there whenever she needed him. 'This definitely counts,' she thought.

"The second person has to be a submissive," Hotch answered again.

"Brown is too much of a dominate and controlling personality to have someone else like him in on his plans," she heard Derek elaborate. "This second unsub won't make a move on his own."

"That satellite can't be wrong though," DJ heard Stella's voice echo from the ground. "Heat signatures would be pretty distinctive in a huge room of cold steel," Stella's observation led to another silence.

"It has to be off then," she could tell her brother was getting frustrated. "There is definitely no one in this vat."

"And after the chaos created when we came in, Brown took off but you said this signature hasn't moved," DJ was so glad Mac was there.

'But I'm the only other person here. There isn't a second unsub,' it could have been possible she just hadn't seen him, but Derek was right. This Brown, as her brother called him, had a personality that was just too dominate. He would let anyone in, even if it was someone submissive being directed and ordered around. This Brown would never want to give credit to an assistant. He would want it all for himself. 'It's me. I'm the second heat signature,' it explained why that spot hadn't moved on the satellite image and why they all thought it was second unsub. They were operating under the intel that she was dead. She needed to find a way to get their attention without drawing the unsub's attention too. 'Maybe this will work. I hope that satellite is top notch.'

"What Garcia?" DJ heard Hotch on is radio frequency. "Its moving?" her plan was working. "Back and forth?" she watched Hotch's head whip around in every direction but up. A few people looked into the vat and obviously found nothing.

"There!" she finally heard although it wasn't a voice she recognized. The woman was pointing at DJ.

"Move and she dies!" Brown's voice echoed throughout the factory. DJ watched the entire group shift their focus to the unsub with all their guns aimed in his direction.

"Give it up, man," Derek directed. "This whole place is surrounded. You aren't leaving here a free man," he seemed very collected, DJ noticed, under the circumstance he was facing.

"But I have something you want," Brown retorted.

"I'm sure we can find it without you."

"But it's a secret. I think you would really like this secret. Do you want to know?"

"I'm sure I don't want to know, as a matter of fact."

"Let me tell you anyway. You're wrong."

"I'm wrong?" Derek asked in a challenging tone. "What am I wrong about then, Brown?" DJ could tell her brother had had enough of this unsub.

"She's alive. You're all wrong. I didn't kill her."

'Don't provoke him. You aren't going to leave him any choice but to shoot. He isn't going to believe you. Please hold it together, Derek. Do not flip out on his guy.'

"I think you're the one who's wrong Brown. We saw it."

"Did you?"

"You know we did."

"I know exactly what you saw. You thought wrong," Brown spouted eerily and pointed to the ceiling above them. "You can't you tell?"

'Way to stay with it,' her brother hadn't followed the unsub's indication. In fact, none of them did. Every single person kept their position.

"Did you really think we'd fall for that?"

"No? Suit yourself," DJ suddenly realized the unsub was standing right next to the control panel. 'Not again,' she clenched her eyes shut just as the unsub smacked the release button with his palm. This sent DJ flying toward the vat and she had no way to stop herself.

Without hesitation, Morgan took advantage of the unsub's distracted attention and tackled him into the corner next to the control panel. He was quickly joined by Danny and Flack who all three wrestled Brown to the floor and got him cuffed. As she was falling, DJ opened her eyes for just enough time to see her brother slam the unsub into the corner and Flack and Danny follow suit before plunging into the water.

Once in the water she had no control and felt herself sinking quickly to the bottom head first. She tried desperately to turn herself in the water so her head was not the first to hit the bottom, but with both her hands and feet tied to together and her ankles still around the crane hook she couldn't get around. Air was becoming a factor as well. She had held her breath once she saw the unsub release the chain. She had no air left now. She could someone looking over the edge of the vat, but the water and lack of oxygen made the image blurry. She felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, then everything went black.

Chapt 8 is coming soon...no worries.