AN: Thank you to KDMOSP, madcloisfan, & JJmyst, for reviewing the last chapter. This chapter is dark, but it is a reflection of how I thought '200' would've gone had the episode been longer or if the team hadn't turned on the lights and said 'we're here' to the unsubs. I am keeping the story rating to a 'T', but this chapter is probably an 'M'. If there are any complaints then I will up the story rating. I did cut out some of the original details/descriptions I had written, as it was a bit too strong for my liking. Regardless, PLEASE USE DISCRETION when viewing this chapter.
Also, I have a question posted at the end of this chapter. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!
JJ closed her eyes again as soon as Spencer said the words. She couldn't be sure if it was out of relief, or out of fear. Because the terrorists finally had what they wanted, and that could mean anything.
Hastings held his position, his hands firmly on JJ's hips, as he motioned for the tech man to bring the laptop over to Spencer.
The laptop was placed in front of him, and without the slightest bit of hesitation, Spencer typed in the code Cruz had recited to him. There would be no hesitating or testing fate, he had made his decision and he had to be confident with it. He was doing this in hopes of sparing JJ, somehow, someway.
They had stalled and held out as long as they possibly could. They had done their job. It was up to fate, and the outside world, their team, to help them if it was in the cards. If not, then it would be a tragic end. But at least, deep down, Spencer knew they had both done everything that they could.
When he finished typing, the computer was pulled away from him.
"Code validated." The tech stated.
"Start with base security protocols and overseas assignments." Hastings directed.
The tech plugged in a flash drive and began downloading.
"Thank you Spencer. You have been a great help." Hastings said calmly with a smile.
Spencer bowed his head, telling himself over and over that he had done the right thing. That these men could still be caught and the compromise of national security nullified.
JJ had begun to breathe again as Hastings stepped away from her to check the computer. She glanced over at Spencer, feeling empathy for the situation he had unwillingly been placed in. She couldn't help but to feel that she had let him down. If they made it out of here, she resolved to tell him everything, no more secrets. She had caused enough harm with her secrets.
Hastings seemed to be deep in thought, pacing as he waited impatiently for the download to progress. Eventually, he had circled the room back around to JJ and was again standing behind her. JJ felt a new lump form in her throat as a hand was placed on her back.
"It's working, right? Hastings asked the techie after the man had been silent for too long.
"Yes, it looks like it. There's going to be a lot of information so it might take a while. There were a few basic security protocols I had to work through first."
"But you're there…it's downloading?" Hastings asked a little anxiously.
"I'll know for sure in just a minute." The tech replied, typing something into the computer.
Hastings sighed impatiently. He looked to the pretty woman in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he slowly slipped his hand up the back of her opened blouse.
JJ tensed, holding her breath as his hand travelled a path up and down her back that under normal circumstances might have been soothing. In this situation, it turned her skin cold, goose bumps immediately covering her skin as a chill ran up her spine.
"You better not be playing games with me Jennifer, or he dies." Hastings said roughly in her ear, pointing at Spencer. His hand travelled higher, reaching the clasp on her bra but stopping there as JJ nervously licked her dry lips.
"You feel cold, Jareau." He leaned in and whispered into her ear.
She flinched as his fingers dug into her skin, almost scratching her as it retraced its path down her back. It was almost erotic in a demented sort of way.
Hastings chuckled into her ear as he felt her body begin to shake again.
"Don't be scared…I'm trying to help you relax."
"You're sick." JJ spat at him finally. She didn't want to enrage or encourage him, but he was beginning to eat at her final nerve with these games he was playing.
"You have no idea, love." He moved his hand to her butt, groaning in her ear so only she could hear as he squeezed and caressed her roughly.
JJ cursed herself for whimpering when he squeezed her too hard, causing him to chuckle at her plight.
Finally, he turned back to the tech.
"Come on! Give me some news! This is taking way too long!" Hastings bellowed in frustration.
Spencer couldn't help but to chuckle under his breath. He was praying that something would go wrong, that this man's plans would somehow be ruined. Hopefully, by either computer malfunction or the tech's perceived ineptness. Just as Spencer was starting to entertain these options and feel some sort of hope, the tech replied.
"We're in. It's running slow, but it's working."
"Finally. Start with the vital info as I told you. If we have time we'll grab whatever extra we can. But we need those security codes and assignments to get paid. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good." Hastings said with a sneer. His spirits were soaring now that he was finally getting what he came for. It had taken a lot of work, but so far his plan was working. Now, since he had the time, he was going to get a little bonus, since the opportunity was presenting itself.
JJ suddenly gasped, letting out a hiss, as Hastings squeezed her hips tightly from behind.
"No…no…what are you-"
Her heart began racing as she felt his fingers delicately pull at the elastic waistband of her panties. The sound caused Spencer to shoot his head up in an instant.
"What are you doing?!" Spencer exclaimed with alarm as he watched Hastings toy with JJ.
"It's going to take some time for everything to download. I figured that, while we wait, I would keep my promise…" Hastings leaned his face down beside JJ's left ear, making her cringe.
"As you pointed out Jennifer…I do owe you a child…" He whispered his fingers beginning to inch down the waistband on her underwear.
"No…I don't want…no…" JJ began tugging at the chains linked to the ceiling.
Spencer could see her shaking violently from where he sat.
"I gave you what you wanted!" Spencer shouted desperately.
"Yes, you did." Hastings replied evenly.
"And now…she will too…I've waited too long simply to let this opportunity pass." He continued, slipping JJ's underwear lower.
"And what an opportunity it is." He cooed, pressing his lips to her ear as he gave JJ's ass another firm squeeze.
"You son of a bitch!" JJ let out a cry of frustration, a sob of pure, unadulterated anguish as she realized her reprieve was not to be after all. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks and pooling at her feet as her underwear did the same.
"This wasn't part of the agreement!" Spencer shouted, keeping his eyes focused on the floor to give JJ the decency she deserved.
"What agreement?" Hastings asked with a chuckle. "I told you what I would do to her if you didn't give me the codes. I never said what would happen if you did."
Spencer felt his mind shatter, his heart filled with the deepest sense of betrayal he had ever known. Because he had just fed JJ, the lamb, to Hastings, the wolf, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The look of lust, of desire, was too great. The only thing that would stop this man was if he were dead. There was something this unsub felt towards JJ that went too deep to make him stop otherwise.
"Foolish man." Hastings added harshly, circling his way back around JJ.
"Now, Jareau, I believe the time has finally come…" He said, lifting her chin up as she sobbed silently.
"Yes…my how I have broken you…" He admired with a smile, stroking her hair.
"Ten percent." The tech called out the progress.
"Good. No more updates until the upload is completely." Hastings ordered, moving his hands to his belt.
Spencer squeezed his eyes shut so tight that it hurt. He bowed his head, tried to cover his ears with his hands to block out all sounds, all the dark thoughts. While the sound was blunted, he could still hear everything.
He could hear JJ whimper. She had given up trying to fight. She had transitioned to trying to mentally prepare herself for what now seemed inevitable.
Spencer could hear Hastings' belt clatter to the floor. He could hear the sound of a zipper opening. And finally, worst of all, he heard a pained gasp and a loud, manly groan.
JJ, determinedly, remained as quiet as she could muster, biting her lip and drawing blood when pursing her lips together no longer did the job. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, but she promised herself that she wouldn't scream. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction even if it killed her.
Spencer squirmed uncontrollably in his seat, begging for the horrific sounds to leave his head, but they only became louder. He couldn't hear much from JJ apart from her heavy, labored breathing and the occasional quiet whimper or uncomfortable moan.
Hastings, however, was loud. He was groaning, he was saying things to her, to them both. It wasn't enough for him to simply defile her; he had to make a show of it. That, combined with the sound of the chains rattling with every abrupt movement, would torture Spencer's dreams for the rest of eternity.
He didn't know how long it lasted for. It felt like forever, though traumatic events always seemed to. But, when the tech finally spoke up to say the download had finished, Spencer knew it actually had been a while. And with that news, he vomited.
"Ok…almost…done…" Hastings said breathlessly, paying no mind to Spencer vomiting on the floor.
JJ tried to disappear, tried to protect her shattered psyche, but she just couldn't. She was there. She was aware that her body had become slick in a cold sweat. And she was sickeningly aware when she felt Hastings finally, over-duly, finish with her.
Her body was exhausted. Her chin sagged, resting on her chest. Her legs were weak, shaking, struggling to hold her body up any longer. She didn't react when Hastings brushed the hair from her face, lifting her head and giving her lips the kiss he desired. He pulled away with a little nip of his teeth to her swollen, bleeding bottom lip.
To JJ, it all just didn't matter anymore. He had taken everything. She had nothing else to give. Besides her life, and right now it felt as though it held little value. She didn't flinch this time when Hastings rubbed her belly one more time.
"You're welcome." He said in a serious tone before bending down and pulling her panties back on.
"Now what?" Askari asked Hastings once the man had re-dressed.
Hastings scanned the room, seemingly deep in thought. He was considering something. He looked at the still-beautiful blonde who was hanging limply by her wrists. Then he turned to the skinny FBI agent with his head bowed, tears in his eyes and puke on his shoes. A devious smile crossed his face.
"We take Jareau with us." Hastings declared finally.
AN: I am curious/looking for feedback on where you, my loyal readers, would like to see this story go from here. 1) Rescue and Recovery, 2) JJ is taken by Hastings short-term before the team finds her, 3) JJ is taken by Hastings, and unfortunately it takes the team quite a while (days, weeks) to find her. And yes, all of these options still include Reid as well; I have thought out scenarios for him for each. I originally wrote this story more towards option 2, to try to make it a little more original. I am kind of at a cross roads here though. Either way I won't be making this into an epic, probably no more than 10 more chapters, but I figured I would try to give you some input in what happens next. I won't be able to post for a few days, so this gives some time to review, PM me, etc. Otherwise, I will continue on the original path I had intended. Thank you in advance!