Fun fact! Bridget was originally named Lola O'Reilley and was meant for a completely different story where she and Spencer are thirteen and she commits suicide. Then this story popped into my brain and smashed that idea to pieces. By the way, this chapter is constantly changing scenes and I hope I don't confuse you. Continuing!


Reid flipped open his phone after about two rings.

"Yeah, Morgan?" he answered calmly.

Reid's calm mood was in extreme contrast to Morgan demanding reply. "Reid. You and Hotch need to get over here now."

"Why? What happened?" he asked, become panicked himself.

"Lots of screaming from inside the house," Morgan replied.

Reid closed the cell phone and stuffed it into his pocket, "We gotta' go, Hotch." Without question, Hotch followed the younger agent and climbed into the car.


"Honey," Sam Rose called quietly as he waked down the stairs towards where Bridget was kept. He had seen those FBI people outside so he went around the back, jumped the fence and went through the back door. "Are you okay? I saw those people outside?"

When he walked into the room, though, he saw the blood that covered her arms and wrists. What he assumed at first was that she accidentally hurt herself on the corner of something. Then he saw the glass in her hand.

Now, in a situation such as this, most "parents" (or kidnappers who believe they're parents, whichever you prefer) would call an ambulance, stop the bleeding, get a doctor, talk about self-harm and it's consequences but no. Sam Rose was not that kind of caring person.

He got mad.


Reid and Hotch arrived at the house quickly and found Morgan and Rossi standing by the door, guns drawn.

"Where's JJ?" Hotch asked.

"She's around back. She went about a minute ago," Rossi answered. Without order, Reid hurried to join her and Hotch pulled out one of his guns.

"Sam Rose! Come out with your hands where I can see them!"


Sam did his best to keep his voice down as unnatural rage bubbled inside him. Bridget had failed at her task to kill herself so far. She hadn't even passed out. She felt the blood leaving her body, but it didn't feel like much had gone.

"Why did you do this?" he demanded, keeping his voice to a whisper. Not allowing her to answer, he continued. "You tried to escape! I can't believe you! After everything I've done for you!"

"I hate you!" she replied furiously. "You've been nothing but terrible to me! Screw you! I'm twenty-nine! Let me live on my own!" Hoping he would simply let her die, she repeated, "Screw you!"

"What was that?"

"Screw you!" she replied, loud as she could manage. This was less than a shout, but more than an average speaking voice.

He looked at her with fury and pulled a gun out of his pocket. Bridget shrunk back. Yes, she was sick of her life in the dark. Yes, she wanted to die. But not at the hands of him. She never wanted to be killed by that man. That would defeat the purpose of holding on for eighteen miserable years.

"You want to die? You want to leave?" Sam said to her. Both were rhetorical. Neither were meant to be answered. He planned to do what he was about to no matter what the answer was. "Fine." He aimed and pulled back the safety clip.


The team had already burst into the house.

They searched the house from top to bottom, looking for anything that would lead to Bridget and hopefully Sam Rose. Just as they were about to search the garage JJ had just spotted from the upstairs window, Reid felt something odd beneath his feet.

He looked down at the rug underneath him. It was perfectly flat against the ground and it appeared nothing was being concealed underneath it. Just to be sure it wasn't just his imagination, he bounced a little and he was positive that it was hollow. He sidestepped onto the dusty hardwood floor and lifted the rug.

Underneath it was a little trapdoor just large enough for a man the size of Morgan to fit through.

"Guys! Come here!" he called. Soon enough, everyone was huddled around him, looking down at the door.

Reid took hold of the latch and pulled it up. He saw a long set of stairs that lead down into something no one could really see. You could tell it wasn't a room, but a corridor. Just as Reid was about to step down the stairs…

BAM! A gunshot.