Chapter 10: The Magic Word is OUR

On the screen there was JJ, tied down to a chair, in a dark and musty room. She didn't look that beat up, but there was something much worse. Her pupils were dilated which could only mean one thing: drugs. She already looked out of it and it had only been 24 hours.

How much time does she have left?

With the face mask on, JJ knew that there was no way her team could identify him. She knew that they were watching her so she made a promise that she would stay strong for them. Michael turned towards the camera to begin the "show."

"Hello FBI, welcome to the torture chamber," he said sarcastically. "You see JJ over here has done some bad, bad things, and she must be punished, but where the adventure in that. I decided to have a little fun first. The syringe in my right hand is filled with a chemical that increases your heart rate and blood sugar, while the syringe in my left hand does the opposite. Every time JJ refuses to cooperate I will inject her with these seconds apart. Sooner or later, but hopefully later her heart will explode leaving you guys to pick up the pieces. I shouldn't keep you all waiting so let's begin."

The team watched and bit their tongues. The unsub was clearly a psychopath, he liked being in control, and acting as though all this is a game. What was his prize then?

"Let's start with the first topic. Where are the government files?"

"I. Don't. Know." She said pausing between each word.

"Bad move Jenny," said Michael, as he injected her with the first needle.

JJ bit her lip so that she wouldn't scream. All of a sudden she felt like she was being dragged up into the sky where the air pressure was too much. Just as she reached the top he injected her with the second needle. In a matter of seconds she began to feel like she was drowning, or being choked. Her body felt slow and drowsy, and her head felt heavy. That feeling lasted for a few more minutes, though it felt like hours, before she dry heaved onto the ground causing Michael to smile beneath his mask.

"That didn't feel to good did it Jenny? It's up to you whether you want to drag this out."

"My team-th-they will find you," she mustered out still trying to regain her breath.

"It's cute how you think they're still looking for you. Do you think they care about you anymore? All the secrets you hid from them, all the lies you made up. Do they even know how many people you killed?"

"It was our job," she said.

"I'm going to ask one last time. Where is the file?"

"Go to hell you son of a bitch," she said with a smile before Michael started hitting her with everything he had.

The last thing the team saw was JJ stare straight at the camera and mouth "I'm sorry," before the video feed cut off. Everyone was speechless. Will had to take a seat, Morgan embraced a shaking Garcia into a hug. Reid started going over the countless statistics of kidnapping survival rates. Emily was trying to compartmentalize, but it was hard when she just saw her best friend up there. Hotch remained stoic, but on the inside he wanted to scream. Rossi continued to observe the team, and silently pray that things would work out for the better. Lastly Cruz stood in place staring at the screen where the feed of JJ once played. He had a small, but noticeable smile on his face.

"What the hell are you smiling about?" asked Morgan having a hard time keeping his cool.

"When JJ was being asked questions, she said it was OUR job," said Cruz joyfully.

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Will in his southern drawl.

"It means, Michael Hastings is still alive, and he's our unsub."

I literally came up with that revelation while writing that sentence, but hey it worked out. REVIEW!