Disclaimer: I own nothing, depressingly, absolutely nothing is mine but the plot, now that is ALL mine! ;)
A/N:Right, I'm weak, I was gonna keep you waiting but then I though you know what? Have more!Now the ball really gets moving!
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When Penelope woke up she saw Owen looking at her, she jumped and felt her body scream in pain at the injuries she had sustained. She watched him push a finger to his mouth and she looked and saw the others asleep.
"I had to come and check on the two of you." He whispered and acted nice, "I cleaned Claire up as much as I could through the bars but you, I thought you needed a little extra care. Especially for what I have planned."
Penelope rolled onto her back and let a groan out, she was groggy, her head was pounding double time and she was sure her world, at that moment, had a fuzzy edge. She was confused by Owens' nice behaviour, especially after what her and Claire had been subjected to.
She knew she was wrong to assume such a thing.
Owen unlocked the cage and then, before she could react, he yanked her out and continued to pull harshly even though she was chained up, as he threw her onto her back, she screamed out as she felt, and sickeningly heard, her ankle break.
Owen then dropped on top of her, keeping the strain on her ankle and began to clean her off with a damp cloth. "I've decided just what you're perfect for." He told her, he could hear the others waking up, causing a racket behind him to get his attention, but he ignored both them and Penelope's sobbing at the blinding pain in her ankle. The distance he kept from the cage, with the length of chain causing more and more tension to her ankle. "After researching more, finding more about your past, and looking at your relationships and achievements within the BAU, I've come to realise that you, Princess, now you're a compassionate being. You've been through so much in your life, and well Derek he completes you and since you met him he really did cherish you and help you blossom even more than you already were."
He told her as he roughly washed her skin. He halted then, his hand on her heart and leant in, "I want your heart Penelope. It'll be mine. My creation will be the most caring, loving, compassionate being going."
He then took a quick kiss.
"And your lips, they are so kissable and so perfect when you have that red lipstick on, I've decided they'll contribute the best." He studied her more, "I could have you all but I have other pieces reserved for the girls behind me."
Penelope was emotionless as her fate was handed to her on a platter, she knew now he had a proper plan for her. Her death was sealed and as she remained under him, paralysed with pain and ever growing fear she couldn't fight him, she couldn't do a thing to move her muscles.
"Claire's going to be the brain of the entire work. A fellow doctor, I admire her for that. Sophie's eyes sparkle like diamonds and she's never touched a drop of alcohol, can you believe that Penelope?" He asked her as though it was casual conversation, "Well, for those reasons, her eyes, liver and kidneys are perfect."
He looked back and winked at Jo, "Now Josephine in the corner, she's an athlete, those calves and ankles are perfect, her feet perfectly built. She's the first, we'll build from the bottom up, oh and I want her fingers," He said and then turned back to Penelope, slamming his hands down either side of Penelope's head. "Now we have four left, Erin, Lisa, Cassie and Sandra. Ooh Erin, the voice, luscious, alluring, perfect voice." He told Penelope and then climbed off, picking her up as he went. "Sandra has the arms, perfectly curved, no added fat, not too bony." He then put Penelope on the floor by the door of the cage and pushed her in hurriedly before closing the door on her and locking it back up.
"And sweet, sweet Lisa..." He said and then went in front of the cage two down from Penelope's. "That nose," He said as though devouring her with his eyes, "And well, you're the health fanatic here Lisa, and our creation needs perfect digestion doesn't it?"
"You need more than what you want from us." Cassie spat at him, "We're not enough."
"Who said I haven't got the rest ready? Plus Cassandra, you my love, we need reproduction now... " He trailed off and paced the room and then stopped, shooting them each a smile, "All my princesses have purpose now."
Again they all hopelessly watched him leave.
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The women watched as Jo was carried away, as she near enough grabbed onto what she could as she was drawn closer to Owens' O.R., his realm of work, and they could hear her scream as he slammed her down onto the table. They couldn't see it all, but they could see enough. They could hear him soothing her, using his nickname of Princess that he had given them all. One that was once used rarely was now overused.
Penelope had hardly spoken, muted with pain, she knew if she opened her mouth before she was ready it would be to let out the noise of pain or to cry and if she did that then this moment would become all too real for her to handle. Claire had already assessed what she could from her cage and she could tell from the position it was in that Penelope's foot was well and truly broken.
"Why is he setting to work now?" Cassie asked fearful, her voice shaking with terror and she looked at them all, looking for some ray of hope, all she got back was a looks of dread. "I mean after so long, why now?"
"He's on a time limit and he knows it now." Claire said as she sat up a little gingerly to move before laying back down, "You know I'm right, I'm a doctor, I know what it means to harvest organs, I know the limit he'll be working with."
"It won't work though," Lisa's voice spoke from behind Penelope. "He must know that, surely, he has to know that if he puts together all different human body parts it won't work."
"He doesn't have the idea of reality," Penelope added in, her voice riddled with pain but such complete certainty, "His concept of creating perfection is what is driving his life. UNSUB's don't think logics, they think egocentrically," She dropped in and they all just stared at. "I work for the FBI; we deal with sicko's like Owen for a living." She saw them all in shock and she smiled a little coyly, "He won't stop until he realises or he's stopped."
"If you work for the FBI surely they'll be coming." Came Sandra's voice, trying to keep it calm and not show how scared she was for Jo.
"They should be," Penelope told them and before she could say more, say something to break the tension a little, they heard Jo scream out and then Owens' calm and collected voice talk back, soothing her, instructing her, it all muffled by the closed door but they could pick out the tone nonetheless.
Then there was silence, just the noise of metal dropping on metal, no screams, no nothing.
"Something must have happened." Sandra dropped in, escalating hope in them all. "I mean he snapped and now after all this time we all have a proper purpose and I think it's you Penelope."
"Me?" Penelope queried in disbelief.
"Something in your triggered him. You heard it himself, he could use you all, but he doesn't want to and surely if this Derek keeps popping up on the news then they must be onto something."
The silence settled for too long before Penelope's mind took hold of an idea.
"Kevin." Penelope whispered and sat up, slumping against the bars of her cage, "They've released his ID to the public. That's why his moving quicker. His stressor's been caught, they know who he is."
"No, Penelope," Owens' voice came, "They know my old name." He then walked out, carrying a rectangular cooler box with him.
They all the blood smears on it.
He left the door open as he put it where he needed it and then went back. "They're good, I must hand it to them, they really are the BAU's best of the best."
"I told you they'd get you."
"And I told you: not before all Derek would get back is a corpse." He told her and looked at her, smiling weirdly. "Now I'm going to go and get rid of Jo's body, I'm going to taunt them a bit. Maybe offer your families a little hope with it." He said and stood up, taking their silence as achievement. "Oh and Penelope, you'll forget all about your ankle soon."
They all looked at her, wondering if she was really next, or he had just taken to simultaneously loving the newer donor and hating her enough to torture her with words.
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A/N: And it's all just starting to kick off...
