Chapter 8

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Jordan woke up with a groan, she was all dizzy and weak. What the hell happened? She instinctively tried to rub her head but she realised her hands were tied. She was in the dark and though she usually wasn't frightened by it, it scared her right now. She tugged on her bonds but it didn't work, worse, it merely hurt her wrists. She was tied on a chair. Her heart began to beat faster as she unwillingly recalled Tobias Hankel. She had been tied to a chair too but with leather bonds, here she was restrained by wires. Was it a form of torture from those guys? Certainly. She also had a gag which stopped her from yelling.

She tried to calm herself down, to act like a proper FBI agent and to remember what had happened exactly. She had been with Seaver; they were just finishing up with the Winters and while they were leaving the house, she got taken by surprise, she couldn't remember exactly who hurt her, it was common for someone who got hurt on the head not to remember properly what happened.

'If I am here, what happened to Seaver?'

She stiffened, beginning to panic again. She couldn't test her bonds again; the wires would just dig into her skin and hurt her.

She regulated her breathing and calmed herself down. The team would find her, wouldn't they? After all they found her when Hankel took her…But Hankel was delusional, those people were intelligent and far more careful. Beside, in contrary to Hankel, they wouldn't wait for her to confess a sin. And Seaver! Maybe she got killed…Or maybe she was here too.

She suddenly heard a noise and straightened her stance. She couldn't let her fear get the better of her. The light was turned on and she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She was in a basement, her back facing the door. She breathed in and out, bracing herself for whatever her torturers had prepared. She saw two men before her, and her eyes widened as she recognized Officer Morgan. Her jaw could have dropped if she wasn't gagged. He had a cold and cruel look on his face. Beside him was another man she could recognize too: the witness's husband and Morgan's roommate. He spoke first to Morgan.

"It's the best one I ever offered to her, isn't it?"

Jordan frowned as he said that. What did he mean? Who was this 'her'? They were looking at her in strange way. As if…As if she was new furniture they just got, or some pet. Yeah, it was more like this.

"That's for sure. Go and bring her. I will explain to the Agent what she is doing here."

The man left, Morgan and Todd were alone. Jordan wanted to cry, she had flirted with him and she hadn't suspected anything at all, no one had! He crouched just before her and her heart beat faster. He slowly removed the gag and let it drop to the floor. Jordan felt relieved for that. She looked at him, right in the eyes to show him she wasn't scared even if it wasn't quite true.

"How are you feeling, baby?"

She gulped and forced herself to answer, she couldn't show weakness.

"I am not your baby, and what the hell am I doing here?! Where is Seaver?"

"I fear I can't tell you what happened to the blondie. And…You are right, you are not my baby. You are a doll now, but not mine."

"What? But…Why are you doing all this? You are a policeman…"

He laughed at those last words. She had tried to remind him of his duty, but it wasn't working obviously.

"Seriously, you think I'll free you because of that?"

He took the chair and turned around so she could see the door and the rest of the room. The door opened again, and she saw the man of earlier with a dark haired woman. It was the witness, the one who 'saw' the murder on Kerry Street, the one who seemed so innocent and scared. She remembered the name, it was Emily Reid. The woman smiled widely and madly at her sight. She stalked quickly toward her, this disturbing and sick grin still on her face. Jordan was scared; she could have tried to melt with the wood of the chair to escape her. Emily took her face between her hands and Jordan jumped in surprise.

"It's her! Oh you remembered I found her lovely! The best of all, she is all for me?"

"She is, my love, she is," replied her husband. "We followed and captured her; it's a present for what you did at the station."

She turned away from the captive and kissed him. They could have looked like any normal couple; if she hadn't been in a basement, tied, and if she wasn't the present, she would have found the scene very cute. So it was that: this woman played the scared witness in order to fool them after the murder in the parking, and to thank her for the risks she had taken, Jordan was the present.

"Oh sweetheart! Thanks a lot! Thank you too Derek.

"No problem Emily, I hope you'll forgive me."

"You are all forgiven! Can I play with her, now?"

The chestnut haired man caressed her face and nodded.

"Go on. I have to go back to the hospital they need me tonight, I'll see you tomorrow."

The men left and Jordan was alone with the woman. She watched in horror as Emily took a knife out of her pocket. Emily tapped her own cheek with the knife, making it shine against her pale skin. She crouched just before Jordan, and ran the weapon across her right arm. Jordan knew she had to talk with her. What could she say?

"Please, can…Can you tell me what happened to my friend…Agent Seaver?"

"Why? That's not important. Beside, I wasn't there so I don't know. But if you are a good doll, I could ask my husband, and tell you. Only if you are good."

She made a cut on Jordan's arm, letting a drop of blood run down on it. The captive winced a little, but continued.

"You know…I…Please…Emily?"

Jordan knew that maybe she could humanize herself by calling the woman by her name, or at least catch her attention. It worked for the attention at least, because Emily looked at her, curious.

"Hum…Can you tell me at least…Why did you do all this? I mean the murders. Those people, did they personally hurt you? There were sixty corpses at least."

The dark haired woman let out a small despiteful laugh at her; she stood up and began to walk in circles around the chair.

"Why do you do this…We don't deserve this…They all say that. What's your name already?"

"Jordan Todd…"

"Well, Jordan, just try to imagine that you are a poor girl, ill-treated, unprotected, and that above you, there is rich ones, who have everything but it is not enough for them. They hurt you. You already have a fucking shitty life, and they hurt you and the ones you love who are vulnerable like you. They don't need to harm you, it's just to satisfy some sick needs. Wouldn't you like it to stop? Wouldn't you like to know that someone hurt them as much as you?"

"They aren't all like this! It's not because you are rich that's you are always bad…"

"We know that silly. Why do you think we didn't kill Wilt's wife? You know we spared some victims. You know we spared the young ones, because children don't deserve to die, they deserve to have a chance. I was born into a rich family, myself. I know what they can do, you see. We kill those people because they deserve it, I am sure a lot of people are happy thanks to us. So why not?"

Jordan knew she didn't have a chance to convince her otherwise. Yes of course, what she said was partially true, but no one had the right to judge who deserve to die and who deserve to live. However maybe she could make Emily open up to her, and if they had a bond, maybe then, she would have the chance to escape. Her mouth was dry, and she was feeling a little dizzy.

"You said, hum…You said that you…"

"Enough. You are thirsty. I'll get you some water, we'll play when I come back."

Jordan opened her mouth to refuse, but it was true she was thirsty. So she waited as her captor made her way out. What if she drugged the water? She should refuse it, but on the other side she needed some. Getting dehydrated wouldn't be good either, she would die very quickly; humans can deprive themselves of food for days, but water however is a different story.

Emily came back with a bottle of water and after opening it, made Jordan take a few sips, which she accepted even if she still feared drugs. The woman obviously sensed that.

"You think I put something in it, don't you?"

Jordan gave no answer, but it didn't bother Emily much apparently. She smirked and showed her knife again.

"I didn't. You would miss all of our fun."

Jordan suddenly wished the water had been drugged.

Two days later:

After the discovery of the Winter's corpses and Ashley's body, the BAU's team was working with a rage they never felt before. They wanted to find who did that to Ashley and save their missing colleague.

When they eventually recovered from the shock of seeing Seaver dead, they began to search for traces of Jordan, but they got nothing apart from her gun, badge and phone. Gideon detected immediately a taunt from the killers and stated that if they had killed Jordan, they would have let them find her, just like Ashley. The team agreed with that.

They were restless; Kevin Lynch had taken the first plane to join them, the situation was a hard and unusual one, and it would be better if everyone was in the same place. They were analyzing the last crime scene almost obsessively. They found out that only a bat and an axe were used, so either they were two either the third took care of capturing Jordan. They also notice how they treated the maid differently. The respect and remorse they had obviously felt for her angered them even more. If those bastards could feel compassion, why did they kill someone like Seaver and captured Jordan?

JJ was preparing a press conference. They would diffuse Jordan's picture, maybe it would help. She was exhausted but didn't indulge into sleep. It was the second time Jordan was taken hostage, the first time she hadn't been able to help. This time would be different. She saw a cup of coffee appearing on her desk. She looked up and saw Officer Morgan with a concerned and somehow sad look on his face, holding another mug. She remembered he and Jordan had gotten along well.

"Here, I thought it might help."

"Thank you."

"I am really sorry for your colleague. I am sure we will be able to find her."

JJ nodded with a small but fake grin. She was truly touched by this mark of sympathy, but she couldn't find the will to show a genuine smile, even to her own team. Still it was good to feel that the cops here were concerned about their colleagues' fate.

Morgan was proud, everyone thought he was indeed sad for the young girl's death and worried for Jordan. McGie, his partner, came with a mug of coffee too and tidied his already neat desk. Morgan smiled a little at this, the other cops thought he was nut but Derek was quite fond of him. McGie, unlike the other cops, cared for poor people, those who were seen as trash, in fact he had friends among them, like Morgan. He tried to protect them instead of incriminating them, and that's why Derek had felt a deep respect for him as soon as they got to know each other.

If Derek had no remorse for what he did to the feds, he hoped however that hurting his partner wouldn't be a necessity during this investigation. McGie was often invited to join them for celebrating the New Year, Emily and Spencer were also fond of him. However, they knew he wouldn't conceive the idea of murdering to help them. He was a little too naïve to understand the true nature of the world. He was interrupted in his thought when he heard McGie talking.

"Are you okay? You seemed to like this agent who disappeared."

"Yeah, she was cool. There was something between us, nothing big, but it was here."

His friend nodded comprehensive. Morgan almost felt guilty for lying like this to him. But he was obliged to do so.

He focused back on the case. He had heard what the BAU said: that if they had murdered Jordan already, they wouldn't have hid her corpse in order to taunt them. That was true. For now, they didn't suspect anything; everything was going according to the trio's plan. It was satisfying to see that the FBI was getting nowhere because those profilers weren't talentless at all. Derek could taste the power he and his friends had.

He wondered when it would be safe to commit another murder. It would have to wait for at least two month, to give people time to relax and drop down their guards. They could easily wait, after all, the massacre at the Winter's house had been fulfilling and they had the beautiful agent to pass their anger on. He smirked at this thought. She had been a fun toy to play with; Spencer and he had used her once and it had been great. The girl had been scared to death, especially when Spencer's scalpel had wandered on her neck. When they were done her unconscious and beaten body was covered with blood and bruises. They had carried her to the bathroom and let Emily wash her.

At the end of the day, the agents were still working hard. Morgan decided to check on one of his favourite topics: Penelope Garcia. She still lived in the same place, not far away from here. However, something had changed: the last time he checked she was working in a computer firm, but now, it said that she was unemployed. What happened?

He leaned in his chair and remembered a conversation he had yesterday with Spencer about her:

Even though love life was something they would keep private, Derek wanted to tell his friend about his doubts. Emily was playing with her new living doll, while the two men were in Spencer and Emily's living room, upstairs. Normally, Derek would never have asked for the genius's advice about girls, but Penelope was special.

"You know I don't really believe in destiny, in fact, there is a lot of theory about it, incidence and…"

"Spencer, please, spare me that."

As smart as he was, Reid never learned that his rambles could be very annoying.

"Okay. I don't really believe in destiny, but somehow, everything happens for a reason. She moved in the same city as us, it's kind of luck for you."

"Yes of course. But imagine: I date her, everything is fine, but when she'll finally learn about what we are doing and want to call the cops…"

"You know, she won't necessarily discover our secret. Did you know that BTK's wife and kids never suspected his true nature? Same for Ted Bundy's friends, they couldn't believe he had raped and murdered all those women. They had been caught because of small errors, some we won't make. And if she learn about this, maybe…Well, maybe you could make her like it."

"I thought about this, you know. But still, what if she doesn't accept it? I'll have to kill her, and I can't do that."

Spencer bit his lips, thinking for a second, and then answered.

"You could still hold her captive, like this agent we caught, not in order to play with her of course, but to convert her to our philosophy. I am sure we would be more productive as a foursome than a trio."

The idea was more tempting to Derek now. He didn't like the idea to hold her against her will, but it was still better than killing her. He turned back to Spencer, as he heard him speak:

"So I think you should do something. You'll regret it if you don't."

That was maybe what convinced Derek the most.

His decision was taken. He knew she had certainly changed with time, she couldn't be the same girl he met but he was sure he wouldn't regret it, he had the feeling that she could be his soul mate.

Another kidnapping fic with torture…I seriously have a problem! Anyway, don't hesitate to review, it's very nice to read each time.