Fixation
Chapter 9
Trapped

"No man knows when his hour will come; As fish are caught in a cruel net, or birds are taken in a snare, so men are trapped by evil times that fall unexpectedly upon them"

'FBI!' yelled Morgan as he kicked the door down.

Linda Avery's home was a squalid apartment in a rough area of town. The door gave way easily, the paint on it cracked and peeling with age. One by one the three rooms were cleared. Avery was not home. Morgan put the warrant on the table amongst the dirty plates and detritus that seemed to adorn every surface.

'Nice place.' Emily muttered as she went through the papers in a cluttered desk against on one wall.

The two agents tore the place apart looking for anything that might tell them where Hotch was.

'It doesn't look like he was ever here.' Emily said. 'She must have another place.'

Morgan bagged some bank statements, and they left the rooms. They had found nothing incriminating on the premises, but Morgan had an ideas about the bank records. He would take them to Garcia and see what she could dig up.

As they left the building, someone was watching from the trees over the road.......

-0-0-0-

I need to move Loverman. The cops have found my apartment and now they will find this place. I only wanted some fresh sheets for the bed. His skin keeps sticking to them and they are covered with mess. I need to keep him safe. I don't want to have him taken off me. I would rather he died.

I have a secret place I can hide him. I need to hurry back to hide him before they find my other home.

I hate driving. I have no control over the other drivers. I hate the lack of control. I control my Lover. Now he is mine, he will come around and love me. He knows how I feel, and sooner or later he will respond to the love I've shown him.

I'm thinking of him as I drive back to him. Pale and weakened by the beating, but with an inner strength that I love so much. He is unbreakable, and I long for the time when I can free his arms so that he can hold me against him.

I know I hurt him. I had to, to make him submit. He has to obey. I am getting excited now talking about him. I can't talk anymore........

-0-0-0-

Arriving back in the bedroom, he looked almost peaceful. He was sleeping, exhausted after his ordeal. He was clean now, except he was lying on soiled bed sheets.

'I couldn't get a change of sheets.' she said to the sleeping man. 'I have to keep you asleep so that I can move you though.'

She looked at her man, the man she loved. She could drug him or beat him unconscious.

She was running out of the drug. She blinked back the tears as she picked up the stale she had hit him with before. She looked down on his sleeping form, his head to the side, long eye lashes resting on his cheek. She felt something burn inside her – a rage that he could just lie there asleep after everything they had been through together.

She swung the wood, and hit him on the back of the head as hard as she could, hoping it wouldn't kill him, but not caring too much. Blood and hair stuck to the wood as she raised it for a second swing. Cast off hit the carved plaster ceiling and the brocade on the walls.

His eyes opened in shock. The blow didn't knock him out, but his vision was blurred and when he tried to speak his words were slurred and unintelligible. She smiled at her man.

'I love you.' she said as she swung her weapon again. This time there was a cracking sound as the skull fractured; his eyes rolled and he passed out.

Quickly she ran to the corner of the room and lifted a section of floor board. Below there was a tiny hide which had been incorporated into the house in the war. She propped the section of floor against the wall and went back to him. He was moaning under his breath, starting to come round already.

She cut the ties at his ankles first, then his wrists. The man lay on the bed, bleeding from the new wounds on the back of his head. He looked so beautiful, she almost forgot what she was doing.

She tore a length of the sheet and shoved it into his mouth. Some of the splits on his lips opened up again and soaked the sheet in blood. Next she tied a strip of sheet around his head to hold the gag in place. Then she tied his ankles and wrists together. She had to have him under her control.

She pulled him off the bed by his ankles, and dragged him across the floor to the entrance to the hide. Without thinking about it too much, she tipped him through the hole and he fell the five or so feet to the bottom.

It pleased her to think that the hide was still useful after all this time. She looked down at him, naked and crumpled on the floor.

'I will join you soon, Lover.' she whispered to him.

There was blood on the floor showing where she had dragged him. The bowl of water she had used to wash his body with was still by the bed. Using the cloth, she washed the blood from the floor boards. As she held the cloth in her hands she remembered the feeling of washing him, and her body shuddered with excitement again. She looked across to the open hide, and smiled. No one was going to take him from her.

Nothing except death.

-0-0-0-

'I've been looking through these bank statements,' Garcia said, 'and I've found something interesting.'

Morgan stood and looked over her shoulder at what Garcia had found. She pointed to the screen.

'She inherited twenty thousand dollars from his maternal grandmother eighteen months ago, and she inherited her house.'

'She has a house?' Morgan leaned in closer. 'Do we have an address?'

Garcia smiled and pointed further down the screen. 'There it is. I'll text you it.'

-0-0-0-

I can hear the sirens. I wanted to clean the bed before they got here but I don't think I'll have time. At least the drag marks are gone. The cops will never find us in the hide.

The hide was only meant for one person, it's a bit crowded in here, but it is good being so close to him. He is cold again down here, and I put my arms around him to keep him warm. It is exciting, like a game we are playing. He is waking up now and he makes a sound from his throat. His eyes are open and he's looking at me.

'I love you so much.' I say, and I kiss his forehead. I would prefer to kiss his lips, but I dare not remove the gag.

I can hear people downstairs. I think it's Loverman's people looking for him. I hold him closer and press my face into his soft hair. I will keep you safe, my treasure. No one will take you from me.

-0-0-0-

'FBI. Open the door.' Emily shouted. She was leaning against the wall on one side of the door. Morgan was standing the other side. He reached across and opened the door, and the two agents entered the house, in shooting stance.

The hall was a wide room, the carpet on the floor threadbare and dirty. The chandelier was hung with webs and the dust was thick in the air. Emily struggled against the urge to cough. There were six doors from the hall, with a wide staircase at the end.

'Look here.' Emily said, stooping down close to the floor. 'These stains could be blood.'

One by one they checked each room. The furniture was old and dusty, some covered with cloths. The air smelled musty and of damp and mold. The kitchen had been used recently. There were dirty cups in the sink. Emily picked up a small bottle, half filled with a clear liquid.

'Poison...... or drug?' she said. Morgan nodded and she replaced the bottle.

They took the stairs carefully, guns ready, not knowing what they would find. Morgan silently pointed out drops of blood on the stairs carpet.

The first room they looked in was a bedroom. The window was broken and a freezing wind howled through, lifting the curtains and blowing around the room. Emily shivered as she looked at the bed. There was a dark stain on the counterpane that looked like blood, and drag marks on the floor. She touched the stain with the tips of her fingers. It was dry.

'Something has happened here.' she said, 'But not in the last day. This blood is dry.'

Morgan was following the drag marks out of the door and along the corridor of the hall.

'Oh my god!'

-0-0-0-

I can hear them walking around above us. Lover tries to call out so I press down on his throat. His eyes bulge comically and I have to force myself not to giggle. I release his throat slightly. I don't want him dead down her; I'll never get him out without help!

He makes a strange sound in his throat but he doesn't try to make any noise now. He is looking up towards the now closed entrance to the hide. He is shivering severely now, and I am cuddling him, and I can't help touching him – after all, it is a tight squeeze down here.

No response still. The rage is building up in me, but I have to stay quiet if I don't want to be found.

Someone has just walked across the door. If only they knew how close they were!

A woman's voice says, 'Someone has been here recently. This blood is fresh.'

'The cast off' says a man's voice, 'is still running down the walls.'

'He can't be far.' The man again. 'Avery must have escaped by car.'

'I'll get road blocks set up.'

A bit more conversation, completely on the wrong track, and I hear the footsteps walk around the room, and I can smile. Road blocks! They'll never find me now.

My man is making noises again, so I do the throat thing, and his eyes widen and his face is all red. Not so pretty now.

I'll have to wait down here for a while. Make sure they have gone.

Cozy up close with my lover. I pull him in position and press myself on him. The excitement is too much now. My Babe closes his eyes and turns his head away.

-0-0-0-

Emily touched the bed, the human stains still wet and the bed still warm.

'This is where she held him.' she said, under her breath.

Morgan was looking at the blood on the walls and ceiling. He shuddered as he thought of what Hotch was going through. He picked up the wooden stale Avery had used with a gloved hand.

'It looks as if he has been beaten.' Morgan said. Emily didn't say anything. But she feared for the life of her colleague. Morgan replaced the length of wood and moved towards the door. 'We'll get CSI down here, although I don't think we will get much more than we already know.'

Hotch felt tears of frustration and shame fill his eyes as Linda climaxed on him again, and he tried not to think of being trapped down here with her for a long time to come.