A/N I originally had written a longer, but it went on too long so I decided to split it. But that means that I am currently writing the next chapter too!
Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Waiting!
Emily wondered if she was doing the right thing as the houses passed by until they finally left the street where Morgan so far was being chained wounded. Maybe Morgan was right. Maybe there was some kind of way to over-power him, but she hadn't been able to figure that one out. The man had a gun for Christ's sake and would shoot Morgan without even blinking. No, going with George was the only option at this point. She would be able to fight him when she'd gotten that call he'd promised her.
"It had always worked out so perfectly until you came along." George said suddenly and she turned her face towards him just staring. "I've been doing this for quite some time now and then you come and force us to leave. I don't know what keeps me from shooting you right now."
She flinched wondering if he was actually going to pick up on his own realization. Emily knew that he was right. It wasn't like these kinds of killers to keep her after she had forced him to move. If anything he would have killed both her and Morgan and then fled with the girls. But instead he decided to spare Morgan and go to all the trouble and bring her with them.
"Then why? Why am I still here? Why haven't you killed me?" she asked staring at him.
"You haven't failed any of my tests. All the others failed, but you haven't so therefor I'm keeping you a little longer. And seeing your friend's face when he knew he was going to lose you. Oh, made it so much worth it!"
Emily turned her face away from him looking out through the window again. By now Emily was done crying. Her tears stayed behind in that room with Morgan and she refused to bring them back because that would mean showing defeat. She wasn't defeated. Any time soon after she'd made that call her team would search for any other places where he could have taken her and they would find one.
The girls had been fast asleep when gotten into the car, tired after the hell they'd brought upon her friend. She felt bad for them, though. Growing up with a father who teaches his daughters to torture women until he himself decided to strangle the life out of them. And they seemed to like what they were doing and they were, as scary as it was to think like that, starting to get good at it.
"Sweetheart?" he said pulling her out of thoughts. She turned to him to see him holding a phone in front of her. "You can make that phone call now. Make it quick and don't tell them anything that they don't need to know."
She took it from him and dialed her boss' number. After three signals he answered.
"Hotchner."
"Hotch? It's me, Emily." she said emotionlessly.
"Emily! Where are you? Are you okay? Is Morgan okay? Where have you been? Why wouldn't you answer? And what number are you calling from?"
All the questions came at once without letting her answer. When he was done Emily gathered her thoughts before telling him exactly what George had told her earlier in the house.
"Hotch, calm down. Morgan is at 1134 Winston Street, D.C. You should probably call the paramedics and please hurry. He's in a pretty bad shape. As for me, I need you to stop looking. I'm going with George. But you should all know that I love you very much and will miss you every day." She said knowing that they would definitely keep looking because that was what she wanted. She also wondered if George knew it as well.
"Emily... What are you..."
"Please, Aaron. Just don't. I have made up my mind and I'm happy now. Goodbye Aaron."
She could hear him start calling her name as she hung up the phone and handed it back to George who immediately opened the window and threw it out. Of course George was one of those smart guys who threw away the cell so that he didn't get traced, she hadn't expect anything less.
They seemed to be driving for hours. She knew they had left the state at least, but that was all. They had only stopped one time at a gas station and that's where she had noticed the missing handle on the inside of the passenger door. The girls slept the whole time, not even waking up when the car stopped. Emily didn't dare to sleep afraid that she would miss something important that she could tell the team if she ever got to talk with them again or that she wouldn't wake up ever again.
Finally the car stopped in front a smaller house in a quiet little street. It was surrounded by neighbors and possible escaped and for that she was thankful. He wasn't as smart as she thought. The girls jerked awake and ran inside. George went around the car and opened the door letting her out. Her legs could barely keep her up since she had been sitting in a car for so long. They walked together inside with him holding a bag in one hand and held her arm in the other. He led her upstairs to a bedroom where he made her sit down while he took out a meter long chain which he drilled to the floor before putting it around her ankle.
"I will leave you here for a little while so that I can set up our new home. Try to get some sleep." he said and left her.
She stared at the door for a long time after he'd gone. Now she had no idea what to do. There was no chance to break through the single chain that was attached to her and she had nothing to fight him with in this room, besides her own hands. The only thing she could do was to wait for the team to come and get her which should be any second now. This she was sure about. Any time now. Just sit patiently and wait. Wait and they'll come.
They didn't find anything at Emily's. She hadn't left any clues on where her new boyfriend was living. Garcia was still trying to find a signal from Morgan's GPS, but so far she hadn't succeeded. They had no idea of what was happening, just that Emily had been acting strange when Morgan came to pick her up and that Morgan had been hit from behind.
All of them were frustrated from lack of information. That's when Hotch's phone rang.
"Hotchner."
"Hotch? It's me, Emily." he heard an emotionless voice say. He mouthed to the rest of them that Emily was on and they gathered around him. He put the phone on speaker while he asked all sorts of questions to know what the situation was like.
He listened to her explaining it, with no more emotion than before. Her tone was deadly calm. When she mentioned the address Rossi gave out the orders on who should ride with whom and then picked up his own phone to call for back-up and the paramedics. The whole team started to walk down to the parking lot while Emily was still on the line.
"Emily... What are you..." Hotch asked when he got seated in the passenger seat next to Rossi.
"Please, Aaron. Just don't. I have made up my mind and I'm happy now. Goodbye Aaron."
"Emily!" he yelled, but the line went dead. "Goddammit!"
He closed the phone and started shaking is leg impatiently. No matter how fast they drove they didn't seem to come any closer. It was clear that when they reached the house they would only find Morgan, but they had no idea how to find their other friend and colleague. That would leave them at square one again. He watched the GPS as the voice told them to turn right, then left, then right again before reaching their destination on the right hand side.
They exited their vehicles, strapped their Kevlar vests on and took out their guns, even if they knew George would be long gone. Rossi and Reid were ordered to take the first floor and the basement while Hotch and JJ took the second floor. They could hear a bunch of clears from the first floor and then JJ's voice.
"Oh my god, Morgan! He's in here guys."
"Ehm... I found something kind of disturbing down in the basement." Reid's voice came in the earpiece.
Hotch ran to where JJ was and saw Morgan hanging unconscious in chains from the ceiling and his chest was covered in blood so that they couldn't see the different cuts and bruises, besides one in his abdominal that looked deep. JJ pulled frantically on the chains but they wouldn't break. Hotch went up to her to help her and as they pulled they noticed the chains starting to loosen from the ceiling. After a couple more pulls his left arm was down by his side, hanging limply. Downstairs they could hear the front door open and heavy steps rushing inside. Just when they got down the second arm the paramedics rushed inside the room taking over checking the unconscious body. They checked his breathing, which was fine, and then applied pressure to the deep wound before lifting him up on the stretcher and taking him out to the ambulance. JJ asked to accompany him and Hotch agreed to meet her at the hospital after they were done here. Hotch wanted most of all for Morgan to wake up so that he could tell them what had happened exactly, but it didn't look like he would anytime soon so he could might as well stay and search for any other evidence to where Emily had been taken.
He descended the stairs after the paramedics and went down to the basement where Reid had supposedly found something disturbing. The first thing he saw was Reid and Rossi standing over the freezer. The second thing he noticed was an officer vomiting under the stairs. This raised Hotch's curiosity a bit and he soon reached his two colleagues seeing the same thing they had been staring at and the same thing that had gotten a police officer to empty his stomach. In the freezer was a dead woman in her late thirties with brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair was frozen and her whole body was white, with a touch of blue. The lips were completely purple and the eyes were staring right at them.
"He wasn't kidding when he said his wife was dead." Rossi said.
"Who says this is his wife?" Hotch asked.
"Well..." Reid started. "She looks like Emily so I can only assume that this is the Unsub we were searched and since we figured it all started with his wife this must be her. It isn't in his MO to keep the others like this but I guess it was his wife who betrayed him so this should be her."
Hotch nodded in agreement. They hadn't thought about George being that Unsub.
"This body would have been long gone had it been put in the ground but seeing as it was put in the freezer it has been kept well. But I would guess it's a couple of years old." Reid then added.
Both Rossi and Hotch's stomach's turned, but they remained stoic and professional. They left the body for the forensics and began in search for any new information leading them to Emily.
JJ sat in the waiting room tapping her heels in the floor as her legs shook rapidly. She had been in this room for over three hours now waiting for a doctor to tell her about Morgan's surgery and current condition.
"Family and friends of Derek Morgan?" a doctor called out.
"Yes. How is he?" she asked as she walked closer to the man in white coat.
"He was stabbed one time, but the knife didn't damage any inner organs. He had a lot of shallow cuts which will heal properly and he had some taser marks. The electric shocks and a hit to the head have made some damage to the brain, but all in all, he will likely make a full recovery by the end of the week."
JJ let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Morgan was okay.
"Can I see him?"
"Yes, of course. He is actually awake."
JJ followed the doctor to a room that read 273. Inside she saw Morgan, his head turned away from the door staring at the wall. She approached him carefully and sat down on a chair next to him.
"Morgan?" she said making him turn his head around. "Thank god you're okay."
"Emily... Have you found Emily?" was the first thing he asked.
"No. She was gone when we arrived. It was she who called us to give us your location."
"She was so stupid."
"Can you tell me everything that happened?" JJ asked.
"Sure." he said and drew a deep breath before starting. "I came to get her and noticed how scared she was around George, but when I was about to get in my car he beat me unconscious. I later woke up by a sharp pain and I was chained to the roof. I had been stabbed."
"By George?"
"No, George didn't torture me. His girls did." he said and JJ was shocked holding a hand over her mouth. "In the beginning Emily stood there and watched, but then when she tried to stop them George pulled her out of there. They continued to cut me, rip of my nails and give me electric shocks until George and Emily came back and he told them to stop. Emily was so stupid!" he said that last part with more anger than before.
"Why? What did she do?" she asked not really following him.
"She made him a promise to go with him if they stopped torturing me. She's so stupid! And I can't believe how she could sleep with him just to get me free."
When Morgan saw JJ's startled expression he realized he had said too much. Sometime between Emily leaving and him drifting out of consciousness he had promised himself not to mention the length she went to just so he could step out of this alive. The rest didn't need to know about that, he had decided. It was an embarrassing fact that Emily wouldn't want to come out and Morgan liked her too much to put her in the spot like that. He would never do that. Except for now. His big mouth had blurted out everything and he couldn't take it back. Damn this uncontrollable anger!
"She... Emily slept with him?" JJ said after letting the words sink in.
"Yes. But you can't tell the rest. Emily wouldn't want anyone to know."
"Of course." JJ said almost in a whisper.
This was followed by an awkward silence. JJ was thinking about in what state Emily was in. What she was feeling, what she was thinking and what that bastard was doing to her right now. She was also thinking about how long it would take for them to find her and when they did, would it be too late?
A/N Coming up: The rest of the team will visit Morgan and they will... talk. We will also visit Emily in her new house and how she's dealing with the new family life.
Noticed how I made Emily's situation sound kind of happy? Like she has gotten a family, just that she is a little insecure. Just had to!
I'm working on my next chapter now and if all goes well I will update tomorrow, that is if I get at least three reviews... Kidding. But they would make the chapter better.
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