"Kevin!"
A wicked crooked smile spread across his puffy face. His eyes roamed her body in anticipation of his plans for her. He was ready for her this time no kicks to his man jewels and no guns tucked away in nightstands would keep him from carrying out his punishment against her. He noticed her eyes roaming around looking for an escape. Her hand found the doorknob behind her but it would not be good enough to aid her escape as she saw the gun in his hand now pointed at her head.
"Not this time Plum Sauce. You'll be dead before you get the door open."
"They told me you were…"
"Dead? Not yet; not before I get what I want."
"And what is that?"
"I want the same thing I wanted yesterday, Penny! YOU!"
"You won't get away with this, I promise you that!"
"Of course I will. I already have! Everyone thinks I'm dead, I've set your, noir hero up to take the fall and while the team is out trying to prove his innocence, you and I have all the time in the world to make up for lost time. Now, let's get you out of those clothes."
BAU Headquarters –
The team sat around the table discussing strategy and possible motives and potential other suspects that could hate Kevin enough to beat him to death. Rossi noticed that Reid had not said much in the past few minutes, which meant that there was something bothering him about the evidence.
"What's bothering you kid?"
Without looking up he leaned in closer to the picture of the victim tracing his face with his finger.
"There's no scar."
"What? How can you tell, he's beaten beyond recognition!"
"Yeah Spence. If it weren't for his driver's license we wouldn't have been able to I.D. him." JJ added.
"No, no! Listen, there's no scar! Kevin as a slight scar on his top lip no doubt from a cleft lip repair as a baby." He was rambling now. "You're both right, he is badly beaten but considering his injuries his lip is still pretty much in tact…enough to see clearly that there is no scar on his top lip!"
"JJ, call Garcia and have her pull Kevin's medical record. Reid, if you're right then our victim in the morgue is someone else."
"And someone's trying really hard to make us believe that it's Kevin." Rossi added.
JJ dialed Garcia's number; there was no answer. She dialed the number again, still no answer. Hotch noticed the look on her face.
"JJ, what's wrong?"
"Garcia's not answering. I keep getting her voicemail."
"Where's Garcia now?"
"We left her at Morgan's doing searches."
"If Kevin is alive she'll be the first one he'll go after. If she's not answering her phone he may already have her!"
"If he's willing to kill someone to fake his own death Garcia may not have much time!" JJ pointed out.
"Let's go! JJ notify the locals and have them meet us at Morgan's."
"On it!"
Home of Penelope Garcia –
There were no tears in her eyes just anger. He wanted to see the tears, her tears, streaming down her face as she begged him to let her go. But all she had for him was anger. He watched in amazement as he looked down on her squirming naked body shouting against the duct tape across her mouth; god did he love that mouth, what he planned to do with that mouth and what he was going to make her do with those beautiful plumb lips.
He felt his erection pressing against his pants as he ran his hand across the bulge. Savoring the moment he sat next to her and leaned in close planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Of all the times I've seen you naked, Penelope, never have you looked so beautiful. I'm going to have so much fun making love to you."
She pulled frantically against the thick rope around her wrists that were held securely to her headboard. Her moans and screams of anger were non-stop.
"I saw you." He began. "I saw you…both of you the other night."
His words caused her to cease her movement on the bed. She flinched as he brushed several stray strands of hair from her face.
"I came back to apologize for starting a fight with you. I was jealous of you and Derek's friendship."
She cringed at the feather-soft touch of his fingers as they ran down the side of her thighs and then up her inner thighs stopping just short of his intended prize.
"I let myself in; I wanted to surprise you and so I tiptoed through the room and just as I reached the other side…I saw him on top of you."
Penelope's heart began racing as she renewed her struggle against her bindings.
"I'd never heard those sounds from you before, the screams…you were calling his name and he was…"
Kevin shook his head as if to erase the memory of what he saw that night. He looked in her eyes now his were filled with rage. His hand again traced a trail down her thigh and up again. She tried in vain to move from his reach but it was futile.
"I loved you, Penelope but I wasn't good enough for you, was I?"
Police Department –
A frustrated Detective Mark Brice entered the interrogation room where Morgan was still being held. It had been over an hour since he and his partner had been in the room. The two had tried everything imaginable to get him to break and confess to the murder but they had failed. They knew that by now he would be exhausted, hungry and thirsty so after a nice hearty lunch they returned.
Morgan was well aware of what they were up to; it wouldn't work. He and his team had designed most of the effective interrogation practices that were being used across the country, which meant that they knew how to beat them as well. Nevertheless he waited for the games to begin.
"You are one lucky bastard, Agent Morgan."
"What are you talking about?"
"We just received the coroner's report and it seems as though the body downstairs is not Kevin Lynch."
Morgan didn't see that coming. He wondered if this was some creative trickery born from the desperate detective's imagination.
"What kind of game are you playing Detective?"
The detective slammed the report on the table and slid it toward him. Morgan looked down and began reading the words that would confirm the detective's claim.
"That son-of-a-bitch! You have to let me go!"
"I still have a dead body downstairs, Agent!"
"That has nothing to do with me! If Kevin Lynch is alive he's going after Penelope Garcia and I can't let that happen!"
"I don't make it a habit of releasing murder suspects just because they want to play hero!"
"Look Detective, I realize you'd love to nail a federal agent on a murder charge, hell you might even get promoted but I think we're finished here."
Morgan stood as the expression on the detective's face changed to anger. He hated being wrong and he hated losing an opportunity to prove himself to his superiors. As Morgan slowly stepped around the table Brice made a step toward him blocking his path and standing nose-to-nose with him.
"You FBI types think you're so much better than the rest of us don't you!"
"Brice man, come on let him go."
The voice behind him from his partner caused him to step back. Joe Armstrong was all too acquainted with his partner's short fuse and he wasn't in the mood for a problem today.
Morgan chuckled and shook his head taunting the man in front of him. Joe grabbed his partner's arm pulling him away and allowing Morgan to leave the room.
Home of Derek Morgan –
When the four didn't see her car they feared the worse as they cleared each room of the house. Derek's laptop was still running on the table and they quickly came to the same conclusion; she'd left to get her bigger better and faster computer. She probably thought she'd make a quick trip to her apartment and back and none of them would be the wiser. She was hardheaded and now it may have gotten her in more trouble than she could even imagine.
Morgan tried calling Penelope for the twentieth time as he rode impatiently in the back of the squad car. Detective Armstrong had offered him a ride and so he'd asked to be dropped off at her apartment. There was no reason to go home; he'd spoken to Hotch and he knew the rest of them were headed to his place. He wished he'd killed Kevin; he could only imagine what he was doing to her now. If the traffic cooperated he was thirty minutes away; too far to stop Kevin from hurting her; too far to hear her scream for help and too far to break Kevin's neck in a million pieces for even thinking about touching her.
Home of Penelope Garcia –
She was terrified but she refused to show him fear. He'd come prepared to stay a while as he began pulling things from a black leather bag. She saw the knife, the taser and an assortment of other items used for torture. He lined his things across the dresser enjoying the fact that her eyes were on him.
"I've got my own go-bag." He chuckled glancing back at her. "I'm going to hurt you so bad, Penny. I'm going to teach you a lesson about cheating on your boyfriend."
He grabbed the taser and still with his back to her he held it up and examined it.
"Pain before pleasure they say. Are you ready for some pain, my Sweet?"
