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CHAPTER 8

May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism- Unknown.


The team, well, the team minus Emily, was installed in the police-station in Denver. The police- men were only happy to help the BAU, since Rossi knew sheriff Neil Moore from before, and Neil was very concerned about getting Agent Prentiss back, seeing his friend obviously was very concerned about his colleague. In fact, where he now was standing in one corner of the room, it was shocking to see that the members of the BAU all looked very troubled about their colleague's abduction. Yes, Neil understood them, he would have been depressed if one of his men was abducted by a crazy serial killer, but these agents looked a lot more than 'troubled'.

SSA Morgan was pacing back and forth, making his knuckles creak, looking dead-serious. Neil knew for certain he would not want to get into a fight with this man. The BAU's Media Liaison SSA Jennifer Jareau was reading Sean O'Connor's file for the hundredth time he presumed, her red, puffy eyes snapping shut every three minutes and thirty-four seconds according to Dr. Reid's calculation, who was currently scribbling notes on the transparent board they had been given. Neil watched the young man in awe, he had heard he was a genius but it was nothing like seeing him in action. The 'Wonder Boy' (he had heard the BAU's Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia refer to him as this) was mumbling something to himself and making notes Neil was sure even Einstein himself would not understand.

David was sitting next to Agent Jareau, chin in his hand apparently thinking hard. The Unit Chief Hotchner was speaking on the phone with Garcia.

The BAU had informed Neil that a man named Sean O'Connor was the best shot they had now, therefore making him their main suspect.

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked Garcia.

"One hundred and five percent sir!" Garcia said quickly, and Hotch could still hear her fingers tapping against the keyboard, probably doing ten things at ones, like only she could.

"OK, well done." Hotch ended the call. Every pair of ears in the room were instantly perked, their owners eying Hotch without blinking. "Garcia did some further digging and she found out that an old warehouse, which is no longer in use was owned by O'Connor's grandparents here in Denver. I think that's where he has gone."

"You sure? It sounds too easy to me." Morgan said doubtfully.

"It's worth a shot though, right?" Reid said.

"I don't think Sean thought we knew he was coming to Colorado, therefore making this warehouse safe." Rossi thought out loud.

"He didn't expect us to search of things related to him here in Colorado." JJ agreed. "He obviously thought we would stay back in Cheyenne trying to find him there."

"So what's the plan?" Neil gathered his courage and spoke out. Every member of the BAU (well, except for Agent Prentiss) looked at him somewhat intrigued.

"We're going to get a member of our family back." Morgan said, determined, looking at Neil as if he was stupid for thinking they would not go after Agent Prentiss immediately. The others nodded, all having a glint of hope in their eyes. Sheriff Neil Moore couldn't help but admire this team and he understood why they were the FBI's élite team; they had something no other team in the country had, they were a family, they trusted each others with their lives and would go great lengths in order to protect their family.


When Emily woke up, she had no idea how long she had been asleep, since there was no way of knowing how fast the time passed; there were no clocks in the room nor windows.

At first she wondered what had woken her, but then she realized. Someone was trying to open the door she was lying against. Emily jumped up and backed away from the door. When it opened she was shocked to see that the man who entered wasn't the one who had taken her. No, this one was much more podgy. He was only wearing something to cover his eyes, so Emily could see that he was bald. He walked closer and closer, an evil grin spreading on his eyes with every step he took. Emily backed away as much as she could, until her back hit the wall.

"You can't run from me, Emily Prentiss." He smiled and Emily didn't need more of a warning. She hit his hand away from her and brought her knee up to his crotch. He screamed when Emily's knee made contact with his "man-parts". While he bent over in pain Emily rounded him and ran to the door. She grabbed the handle and pulled as hard as she could. But the door did not move. Fuck. She turned around and saw that the man was now walking towards her, faster and angrier. Emily bent her legs, ready for him. She ducked when his fist came flying towards her face. He missed and she threw a punch at him. Emily tried not to care about the pain that radiated from her arm when she moved. If she would she would lose, since he was a lot bigger than her after all. Emily knew she has hit her goal when she heard the disgusting sound of bones braking.

At the moment Emily Prentiss was very happy about all her hours of training for the FBI, Interpole, CIA... whichever one you wanted to pick. The man she was wrestling had obviously never taken any self-defense classes, so he was easy. Emily was now sitting on him, holding his hands behind his back, and the only thing she would have needed was some cuffs to tie him up.

"What is your name?" She asked him. He didn't answer so she tightened her grip, making him grunt.

"Who are you?" She tried again. Once again he didn't answer. Emily swore and threw punches at him with full force.

"You might not want to do that." A familiar voice startled her.

Emily looked up and saw her abductor standing there, leaning against the wall, watching her, content.

"You don't want to make him mad, now don't you? It might catch up with you later on."

"Get up." He said more serious now. Emily made no movement.

"Get. Up!" He raised his voice, taking a step towards her. Emily still didn't move.

"Are. You. Stupid?" He raised a gun. Emily stood up, but her mind was spinning. Could it? No it couldn't... but those words... maybe... he had seemed fishy when she and Reid spoke to him... but could Sean O'Connor have brutally murdered seven women?

"Sean O'Connor?" Emily asked him disbelieving as the man behind her stood up.

"What? Are you surprised?" Sean asked her with a cold laugh. "Do you not think I'm a murderer?"

Emily only stood there, not knowing what to think. Thoughts fought for her attention inside her head. Should she have suspected him? Should she have taken him into custody? Did the team know he was their suspect? And what about the other man?

"Now Emily I want you to be good, will you?" Sean told her. The other man grabbed her hands and harshly pulled them behind her back. When Emily tried to fight him, Sean stepped closer to her.

"No, no, no.." He contoured her face with the barrel of his gun. Emily tensed up, but allowed the other man to cuff her.

"Come on princess." Sean said and gestured to the other man to bring Emily with him. Emily's eyes narrowed and shot daggers at him; 'Princess' was Morgan's nickname for her. She didn't especially like it, but that didn't mean she wanted him to stop. But she'd never admit that to him.

They blindfolded her and then they walked through cold hallways, she assumed. Where were they? Obviously some kind of big house, a mansion or a warehouse maybe. They walked through a couple of halls, taking rights there and lefts there. Emily lost count. Finally they guided her through a door into another room. When they removed the blindfold Emily noticed that this room was a lot smaller than the original one and it had a chair in the middle with restraints on it. Emily already knew that she was destined to be the one sitting in it. And they lead her to it and sat her down, strapping her legs and arms to the chair.

Sean's helper stepped back, while Sean walked around her chair. He spun the gun around his index finger, smiling.

"Well, well, well. Almighty Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, strapped down by an ordinary man. See, you are not so special after all..." He said, still circling around her like a hawk waiting for it's pray. Emily's eyes narrowed; Sean was obviously delusional, thinking Emily saw herself as a God, better than everyone else. Her profiler-side kicked in, she desperately needed it to survive.

"Yes I am." Emily said, sitting up straight. " And you will not get me to break."

She needed to play according to his rules, she concluded that if she did so, he would have to continue and try to break her until she finally did, and she sure hoped she would buy the team enough time. And braking her was obviously what he wanted, and when he had done just that he would most likely kill her.

"Oh you think so?" Sean stopped in front of her and leaned closer to her face. Emily looked bravely back at him, not one muscle in her face twisting.

"You think you're so damned good now, huh?" Sean looked at her with loathing in his eyes. "But you are not. You are the one sitting in this chair, bound. You are the one who will die. You will loose, Emily Prentiss. And I will send your dead body straight to you team!"

Emily spit in his face. He could do whatever he wanted to her, but when it came to her team...

"You will not even touch them!" She said with so much menace in her voice she could.

Sean withdrew his body from her, slowly wiping Emily's spit away. When he stopped he looked at her with a look that would get any lesser woman than Emily Prentiss to back down.

"You shouldn't have done that." He said in a ice-cold tone.

Sean walked over to a bag Emily hadn't noticed before and pulled out a knife. Emily tried to shut down the part of her brain that was aware of the moment, and she tried really hard to focus on thoughts about her partners somewhere back in a police station trying to find her as Sean walked closer, knife in hand.

Sean raised the knife and cut Emily on her chest. Emily concentrated even more on memories with her team as the cold steel cut her pale skin open, making warm, sticky blood run down her chest. It hurt, but Emily shut it away. Sean raised his knife how many times more Emily didn't know, she lost count after thirty. She assumed Sean wasn't cutting too deep, since he kept asking her to confess between cuts. As Emily did not open her mouth, not once even to scream, he continued. She felt like if she would move, all of her intestines would fall out of her scarred body. Sean cut her everywhere; her chest, her arms, her thigh, but she did not quiver. At last Sean got frustrated and in one swift movement he had the knife buried deep in Emily's stomach. This time she couldn't help it, she screamed out as the pain seared through her emaciated, tired and abused body, making every nerve in her body scream out. Emily's head fell forwards, her whole body falling back in the chair. The pain was simply too much to pile onto the rest of her wounds.

"Finally. I thought she had gone mute!" Sean said to his assistant, making him chuckle.

"Now take this knife, and send it to our dear BAU, I think they'll like our gift." He ordered the other man, getting a short "Yes sir!" as an answer.

Emily just sat there, blackness threatening to invade her. She tried pushing it away, but it crept closer and closer. She heard voices in the distance, but she didn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly someone put pressure on her stab-wound, making her moan tiredly.

"I know, Emily, it hurts. But if you weren't so stubborn we could end this a lot faster and easier." Sean's voice somehow managed to get into her head.

"Never" She spit out, using the last of her strength.

"Shh... don't talk..." Sean was binding something around her stomach, probably bandage. Emily knew he didn't want her to die easily, that was why he was taking care of the wounds he inflicted. He had now gone to disinfecting the cut-wounds.

"Boss, we need to move!" A nervous voice sounded unusually high.

"What is it?" Sean snapped.

"They are coming!"

"What!? How did they know we are here!?" Sean panicked.

"I don't know man but we gotta move!"

"Fuck! You take her, fast!" Sean said, loosening her restraints. The last thing Emily saw before she slipped into blissful unconsciousness without pain, was someone making his way towards her, and then that awful sweet smell taking over, but Emily didn't even try to fight it. She welcomed it.


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