I'm back, so here is chapter 9! Enjoy!
A fluorescent light hung from the ceiling over Emily's head. Its blinding light made Emily squint. She found herself lying on the floor next to the bed, with a sharp pain in her side. Trying to roll herself over, she realized a tear was running down her cheek. She was scared.
Emily Prentiss- scared?
"Hotch?" She whispered, pushing herself up into the kneeling position. A wave of dizziness hit her and sent her reeling. She placed a clammy hand on her wounded forehead, making it sting. She called again.
"Hotch?"
Aaron Hotchner was wide awake. Lying on the bed. He couldn't bear hearing the pain in her voice. He wanted to respond, but then he'd have to face the fact that he couldn't protect her. As he continued to get mad at himself, a hand gripped the side of the bed frame. A pale face with disheveled hair came up over the side. She looked scared, but not weak.
"Emily I'm so sorry"
She used all her strength to lift herself up onto the bed. Pulling her last leg up, she responded,
"None of this is your fault."
"I-"
He was interrupted by a loud slam. From a door on the far side of the room, emerged the man again.
"And, what do you think you're doing?"
He waltzed over to Emily with rhythmic, even, strides. When he reached her he placed a meaty hand on her shoulder.
"You won't break me."
"Yeah… Let's just see."
And, he pulled her to the ground.
…
Reid and Morgan had gotten back to the highway and were almost to the house. They got off at the right exit and slowly approached the eerie looking residence.
"832. This is it."
They got out of the car and drew their weapons. Walking up to the door, Morgan whispered.
"Be careful."
Morgan, being Morgan, kicked in the door and took the east part of the house.
"Clear!"
Reid took the west.
"Clear!"
They went room by room. Nothing, until Reid went onto the pack patio. He eyed the wood that lay on the floor, stained with crimson, until he was joined by Morgan.
"Do you think its Hotch or Prentiss's?"
"I hope not."
They whipped out their camera phones and began taking pictures of the house to send to Rossi and Garcia.
"This house has nothing. No pictures, no paperwork, only some nasty furniture and broken household items. If he did take Hotch and Prentiss, he's not keeping them here."
The two agents stood in the empty house, puzzled and anxious.
…
Prentiss grunted as she hit the floor. The man began kicking the helpless agent, a discouraging phrase with each sickening blow.
"You think he loves you!"
Kick.
"He never loved you!"
Kick.
"No one loves you!"
Kick.
"Give up yet agent Hotchner?"
Kick.
"I might let you live
Kick.
"Give up, agent Hotchner!"
He stopped kicking for a moment and glared at Emily Prentiss. She was writhing on the floor, not knowing what pained part of her body she should concentrate on. Her head throbbed, pangs of agony rattled throughout her body, her ribs felt as though they could be broken, and there was this everlasting ache in all of her joints.
When will this be over?
…
"Garcia, clam down."
"How can I calm down, Morgan? Please tell me how the hell I can clam down? Hotch and Emily are in the hands of that sicko! Have you seen the pictures? Have you seen the bodies? Have you seen what he has done with those other couples? He is going to do that to them! They are going to end up-"
"Garcia, please! I know this is hard for you; this is hard for all of us! Don't you think I am worried too? I am scared out of my mind! But we are never going to find them if we are not focused. We need to clear our heads and use them to find them. What I need right now is you, Garcia."
"What?"
"I need you. I need your genius. I need you to tell me that I am your God, and that I can do this, that I can solve this. I need your positivity. I need Penelope Garcia."
"You are my God. You can solve this. You can do this. I love you. Now what can I do to help?"
"That's my girl."
…
Rossi hung up the phone and turned to an officer at the crime scene.
"Two of our agents were kidnapped by the unsub. We have to work fast."
"You're agents?"
"Yeah Prentiss and Hotchner."
"And now you choose to work fast?"
"Excuse me?"
"Five couples were murdered, and now that your agents were kidnapped, you want to start doing something productive."
"You have no idea what you are talking about! It's been a few days, and we do know who the unsub is. I don't know about you, but that sounds productive to me."
"Well, just find him alright?"
The obnoxious officer scoffed and walked away. Rossi was left with a questioning look, pretty much a "what the hell just happened" face. He knew everyone was on edge, but he never had anyone snapped at him like that before.
…
Emily Prentiss remained on the floor, as the unsub, Francis, leisurely walked around the room.
"There will be more if you don't give up Agent Hotchner."
Stick to the profile. Stick to the profile. Stick to the profile.
All of the discouraging words stung in Emily's brain like acid. She thought about love. Sure, she has dated a lot of men, and yeah, she hasn't found the right one yet, but she still could be loved, right? What the hell was she thinking, this guy was just trying to break her. But what is he was right? And what did he mean by "he didn't love you"? Who was he? Hotch? Of course Hotch didn't love her. He was Hotch, crying out loud. Her boss! If anything he liked her less than usual, never mind loved her. But there still was that sinking feeling that maybe… Just maybe… She loved him.
Ooh. Deep. Yeah so a lot going on in this chapter, you got mean unsubs, cute Garcia/Morgan moment, obnoxious officers, and poor Hotch and Emily! What do you think? Review my loves!
