Chapter 10

I'm so sorry to have kept you all, my faithful readers, waiting for SO long! I wish it could have been sooner, and if I hadn't had such terrible, REPULSIVE writers block I guess it would have. But I haven't been able to get a single sentence out in like, two months. Sorry loves :)

Also, this is a new thing I've started, because I just thought it would be fun. This is the music that inspired this chapter(or at least the part where Garcia was with Kevin, the beginning was written so long ago I have no idea where it came from): Michelle Branch, Bethany Joy Galeotti, Carrie Underwood, Hairspray soundtrack, Train, Matt Nathanson, Hey Monday, and Sons of Sylvia :)

It took them a while to realize that something was wrong. At first, they tried to think of rational reasons she could be gone: She got lost, there was a long line for coffee, she went to the bathroom, she went to the cafeteria to eat and didn't bother to tell them…but they knew they were pushing it.

After almost half an hour had passed, they knew something bad had happened. They spread out, searching every inch of the hospital before finding one of the hospital personnel and telling them to shut the place down- no one could go in or out.

They put out another alert for Kevin's car- an emergency this time, but it was too late. They found it abandoned on the side of the road, and figured he'd ditched it as soon as he left Morgan's apartment. Nerdy and psychopathic or not, they knew that Kevin was smart enough to know what do to make himself hard to trace.

Morgan hadn't woken up yet, which they were thankful for because they knew he would get too worked up and end up hurting himself trying to help her.

So far they had no leads and no idea what the hell they were supposed to do.

Penelope's first thought when she regained consciousness was Morgan. It took her a few seconds to remember the predicament that she, herself was in.

She look around. Big, dank, shadowy, dingy room. No windows. Barely any light. A warehouse, or some other type of storage facility. How…typical. She almost laughed. Kevin, the supposed computer genius, couldn't come up with anything more creative than a warehouse?

She was lying on a small bed with a thin, hard, mattress. Kevin was, at least at the moment, no where in sight. She attempting to sit up and was immediately greeted with a blinding headache.

"Penny! You're up!" The optimism and sugary-sweetness of his voice made her feel sick. How had she ever allowed herself to be with someone that psychotic?

She didn't respond and he walked out of one of the shadowy, dark corners. "Did you really think leaving me would be that easy?" He walked closer, and although he was smiling, she could tell his intentions were anything but good. "I mean, do you really think I'm an idiot, Penelope?"

"Yes." She said honestly, even though she knew the last thing she should be doing at the point was challenging him.

"That was not a smart thing to say, Penelope." He said, and that was when she noticed he was still holding a gun in his right hand.

"What do you want from me, Kevin?" She'd been attempting to sound nonchalant and fearless, but she found herself cringing at the obvious shake of fear in her voice.

"What I've always wanted." He said. "You. All to myself, with no Derek Morgan or precious job keeping you from me." He had gotten dangerously close to her, and she resisted the urge to shy away, but she knew showing fear would only egg him on. It always did.

"I don't want to be with you anymore, Kevin. I thought I made that perfectly clear." Her voice was stronger. She knew it was stupid to be so defiant when he could kill her at any second, but her faith in her team at the BAU made her believe that they'd be busting down the door to save her any second.

"That's not your decision to make!" He yelled. He grabbed her up from the bed by her arm, sending an instant rush of pain through her body. "Anyway, it's not like you even have a choice now. You're all mine. No one, not your precious team, not Derek Morgan, is ever going to fine you."

Derek Morgan was going to rip out all his stitches. There was no doubt. He'd been panicked, angry, and desperate ever since he'd woken up and found out Penelope had been taken by Kevin.

They'd attempted to hide it from him, but the only way he'd believe that she was okay was if she could see him. Being the profiler that he was, he'd known from the instant they walked in the room that something wasn't right.

His baby girl being kidnapped and held hostage by a psycho, however, was not exactly the first thing that came to his mind, so he couldn't hold in his anger when he found out was going on. The doctors were considering doping him up on pain killers just to get him to calm down so he didn't rip a stitch.

He blamed himself. He knew inside that there was nothing he could have done to prevent it, but he just wished there was something he could do.

It had been three hours, and they weren't any closer to finding her than they'd been when they first found out she was missing.

I know this chapter is short and possibly sucky, but my writers block is like a disease. I hate it. :( Sorry for millionth time for taking so long to update all the time! Reviews are inspiration!