Fixation
Chapter 10
CSI
"A woman can hide her love for 40 years, but her disgust and anger not for one day" Arab proverb
So they are going to send some CSI's to look around my house. That means I have to get my man out of here pretty quick now. I hear the cars drive away, and I push the door to the hide open.
I need to get my man out of the hide. I have a feeling that he will not co-operate with me, and I am going to have to threaten him again. He should have learned by now that I am in charge of our relationship, although when he is ready, I will let him have a say in what we do. I'm looking forward to that time; the time when we can be a normal couple.
Looking don on him, I can see that I've done some real damage to him. I can see the top of his head, and his hair is all matted with gore. I hope it is only blood. I don't want to damage him too much.
'Time to get out now.' I say to him. He struggles to stand, although his hands are tied, his feet are not. He is leaning against the corner of the hide, his head and shoulders proud and stiff. 'Get out.'
He is shaking his head now. I try to pull him but he pulls back. I can't get him out. I will have to run on my own, and leave him behind.
'I haven't got time for this!' And I go and pick up my weapon. He stares at me with dark defiant eyes. He does not flinch as I bring down the wooden stale on him, but he crumples up on the floor of the hide.
I think he's dead. I don't have time to check, the damned CSIs will be here soon, and I have to get out.
I use a sheet off the bed and rip it into strips, and tie them together. I jump down next to him, and thread the rope I have made under his arms and clamber back out holding the ends. There is somewhere outside where we can hide now. I heave him out of the hole, feeling my back protest at the weight, and lay him on the sheet. I wrap it around his motionless body, ready to take him outside. This way there won't be the drag marks! Clever, I am!
'Why are you bothering?' I can hear you ask. Well, even a dead body has its uses, especially one as lovely as this one.
When I get to the top of the stairs, I think for a moment. I could carry him, at the risk of my back, drag him, or let him fall.
I decide the third option is probably the best, so I tie the sheet firmly around him, and start to roll him to the top step.
It is now that he lets me know that he is not dead after all! He's making a sound from his throat.
Now what do I do? I still have the three options, but if he's alive he might as well remain so. I can't just throw him down now.
Crap. I lift him by the shoulders and pull him after me and let his body thump down the stairs. He is silent through most of it, and soon we are at the bottom. The rest will be easy.
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Dragging her bundle through the garden, towards the ice house at the end. This was going to be cold, and it struck Linda that she ought to have brought some blankets with her.
Her bundle started to move as she neared her destination, and she thought to find a new weapon. Even if she only used it to threaten him, it would be useful. He was much stronger than she was, and she needed a weapon to even things up a bit.
She would get him to the ice house and then go and fetch a hammer from the shed.
She couldn't pull him directly to the ice house because the grass was long and wet and her trail would be easily seen. She had to stick to the paths. She could hear the sound of approaching vehicles, and she quickened her pace.
Aaron was half aware of what was happening to him. He was being moved, but he couldn't remember why. Were the team going to find him?
His team. The best in the world, hand picked by him. Except Prentiss, but then she had earned her place beside the others.
They would find him; of that he had no doubt. But would they find him alive, or would they be looking for a corpse.
He summonsed up the strength to resist, and as he was being dragged outside, he tried to get out of her grip. She dropped him, but quickly picked him back up, and continued dragging him. They were outside now, and he thought they were going to try to escape by car. he would save his meagre energy for when she tried to get him into the car boot.
If that was her plan.....
The ground was rough, and he could feel every sharp stone and piece of twig cutting into him as she dragged him ..... where?
Suddenly the ground changed to smooth concrete, and his body was pulled down steps to somewhere. He felt himself drifting out of consciousness, and he fought the inclination to give in to it. He was in pain, but he could remember someone saying that his body was going to go numb. He wasn't able to remember who said those words, but they were coming true now.
Linda dropped him onto the floor of the ice house. They were underground now, and it was bitterly cold. Hotch was shaking now, rather than shivering. He thought briefly that he would die of hypothermia, if she didn't kill him first.
She pulled the sheet away from his face, and looked down at him. There was very little light down here, but a few stray beams managed to follow them down into the ice house. He didn't look afraid. She marvelled at his strength of character and his resilience. She loosened the sheet so that he was exposed to her, and she cupped him in her hands, massaging gently.
'I want you to make love to me. ' she said softly. She put her face close to his, and pressed herself against his hair. She had nothing to wash him with now, and she was sorry. But even if she had, it would be too cold to wash him.
So she stroked him with her other hand.
She had put on the thin summer dress again, and a thick cardigan on top to keep her warm. But her man had nothing except the thin sheet she had wrapped him in.
He wasn't going to last too long down here. She had to take what she could before he died.
She knelt across his hips and rocked rhythmically, humming to herself. Aaron turned his face away from her, but this did not deter her from bending down and kissing him. She whispered her love for him, and bit his ear lobe until she tasted his salty blood.
She took her time, stroking him and moving gently, hoping that he would respond. Aaron removed himself to another place, as he shook with the cold beneath her.
He had ceased to feel pain now, his body numb as he had been told it would be. He tried to control his shaking, but the floor was like ice and he was too cold. Mentally he held his son, that first meeting after Foyet; the glorious warmth of his child in his arms. But he couldn't hold the image. He was too weak, and he was back in the freezing dark place with this woman who declared her love with her lips, and denied her words as she beat him senseless.
He felt the need to vomit, as if this would remove him from this awful place. But he couldn't allow himself the luxury while the gag was in his mouth.
His stomach twisted none the less, and his throat filled with bile, having no way out except through his nose.
The burning liquid ran down his nose and flowed back into his lungs. For a second he allowed it to happen, glad of the potential release.
But his lungs protested despite his resolution, and he coughed in his throat against the gag.
He tried to breathe in through his fluid filled nose, and he was aware of the gag being removed.
He coughed the foul liquid out of his lungs, his throat on fire from the acids.
Linda looked on in alarm. She turned his body onto its side, and hit his back to try to clear his lungs. He was fighting for breath and vomiting at the same time, and choking on the fluids in his mouth and nose.
'Come on Loverman, don't you dare die now!' She smacked his face as if that was going to help him, and thumped his lacerated back with her hands. 'I want you! don't you die!' she hissed, daring not to shout out in case she was heard. Gradually, Aaron managed to get control of his breathing and at last he realised that he wasn't going to die just yet. She knelt up, and rolled him onto his back again. The stray light caught his eyes, and she saw that they were filled with water. She wiped away the tears and kissed his wonderful eyes.
'I could drown in your eyes, you are so beautiful.' She stroked his face gently. 'If you promise not to cry out, I will leave the gag off.' She took his face in both hands and looked down at him. 'Do you promise?'
He nodded. 'Yes.' he said softly.
The near drowning of her man had taken away the desperate need to have him, but the feeling was still there, dormant, awaiting an awakening. She knelt down across his hips and rocked.
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Morgan and Emily returned to the house with the CSIs. the first thing they noticed was the sign across the door opening saying not to enter – crime scene had been torn across as if someone inside had opened the door.
'They were inside the house.' Emily said, dismayed at how close they had been.
'Where though.' Morgan said. 'We searched the place.'
The CSIs were in the kitchen, photographing and bagging evidence. Emily pointed out the half empty bottle on the work top. That too was bagged.
'Treat that as urgent.' Morgan said. The CSI looked annoyed.
'We are treating this whole case as urgent.'
There was a call from upstairs in the bedroom. The soiled sheets had been photographed and bagged, and the floor sprayed with Luminol.
'Looky here.' the young CSI said. She pointed to the pattern on the floor that the Luminol had revealed.
The pattern was of bloody drag marks that appeared to stop suddenly towards the corner of the room.
Emily went to the corner and got on her knees, examining the floor. 'There's a trap door here.' she said. 'Help me to open it.'
But she didn't need any help. Pushed in the right place, and the door lifted easily.
The sides and floor of the hide was smeared with blood, and Morgan pointed to cast off above the hole.
'This wasn't here before.' he said. 'She's hit him again.'
'They were here, right under our feet when we were here before.' Emily said. 'They can't be far. Her car is still here.'
'Search this house from top to bottom.' Morgan said. 'They are still here somewhere.'
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My desire for this man is all but overwhelming. I can't stop. I can't see his face, but he is moaning when I press down on him. That could mean anything, but I'm betting it's desire in return. He's sure to love me now, I saved his life and he would return that gratitude as love. Can't talk anymore........
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Aaron moaned with pain as she pressed herself onto him and she leaned back, releasing her grip on his arms as she finished. Then she folded herself onto him, biting his neck and caressing him. She ran her tongue over the tie that was around his arm. It was drawing droplets of blood now, and she delighted in licking the blood away.
'I love you. Never leave me.'