Sorry so much for the delay! Teachers were trying to get everything in before break! As an apology I will do a double update tonight. This now and another one later. Please don't be too mad!

~Recap~

"Reid, when did she leave?" Hotch knew what she had done.

"13 minutes ago," he went over to the box she was at earlier and swore. When they looked at him questioningly, he held up what was in it, "gun and badge."

"So you did come. Good choice." The man approached her quickly, patting her down, "If you want the other girl to live, you should get in the car if you know what's good for her."

Alina obeyed. She warned him against blindfolding her before he let the girl go though. Once they arrived at the basement, he handcuffed her to the stairs before going to fetch the other woman. She was blindfolded and bruised all over.

He sent her outside with the blindfold on. They were in a secluded area, no one would notice her for miles.

She sighed a breath of relief as she imagined Isabelle reuniting with her family. She was glad she tried for the 87% chance Isabelle lived through this exchange than the 3% odds if she hadn't done it. An overwhelming feeling of guilt came over her though as she imagined what the team must be thinking now.

Soon, he had her change...In front of him. It wasn't the worst thing she's ever had to do. The outfit was tight but flexible, probably to make it easier for her to put on a show. She kept her knee high socks on though. He had no particular protest to that. He then shoved a ball-gag in her mouth. She wasn't screaming or anything, he just liked the image of it.

Low, thrumming music began playing and he hit her as an indication to begin her fluid bending. She had done a few shows before, which is probably how he knew she was a contortionist. If he dug back far enough, he could've found out nearly anything unclassified.

She bent back slowly. He was instantly transfixed in her routine. Everything was one fluid movement. It was like dancing, with a twist. It must have been impressive enough that he didn't beat her more. After an agonizingly slow 10 minutes, the song stopped. He tightly strapped her wrists together and pulled them above her head. The ropes hung on a hook that held her suspended in the air. The strain against her wrists was excruciatingly more painful the longer she was there.

He left.

She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. It was quiet wherever she was. And hot. Sweat trickled down her nose as she thought. His movements indicated he was in good shape. He would chase her down if she ran, but her choices were few, and that was one of the best ones. With any luck the team had found Isabelle. Alina had slipped her phone into her clothing as she was thrown out the door. If the team was tracking it, they would find her.

A small trickle of blood made it down her arm. Her wrist was bleeding slightly. She didn't even know she had been struggling.

She waited. Before she did anything, she would have to analyze his routine. Pick the best time to go.

After two hours he came back in with a pitcher of water. He lifted her off the hook and brought her back to an intricate metal structure. It was for her performance.

As if on cue the music started and she felt his hand strike her firmly, "Make it a good one and I'll even let you have some water."

Again she began, careful though not to show the full extent of her abilities. Over the years she had practiced more and become even more flexible, but she planned on using that later. She couldn't risk him finding out.

This time it was twenty minutes. She did get water out of it though. Right after she drank what her gave her the gag was replaced and she was hung up again.

When he left this time, she heard him grunt as he climbed the stairs. Maybe he was tired or something. She had no clear indication of time down here. Just a quiet concrete prison.

There was a road outside though. She had seen it so briefly when he sent the other girl out.

Her wrists itched and burned as the ropes dug into them deeper. Now was the time. This had to be done while she still had the strength.

Quickly and quietly she swung her legs back to catch the metal the hook was attached to. She lifted briefly and managed to free her wrists from the hook. Dropping to the ground, she was glad he had made her take off her shoes. Silently but surely she moved to the side.

Reaching into her left sock she pulled out a small knife. She made quick work of the rope that bound her wrist. She cringed as she got the ropes off, they had bit into her skin deeply. Looking around quickly, she pulled off her socks and tied them around her wrists to stop the blood flow.

A small metal pole sat innocently by her current position. She gingerly picked it up and peered around the corner.

He was nowhere to be seen.

She undid the gag and took in deep, quietly breaths from her mouth. The air was dry and hot. The walls were cool though. She was definitely in a basement of sorts.

Scooping out the floor, she finally decided that he had indeed gone upstairs. There were no windows down here. No easy means of escape.

Alina would have to go up the stairs.

The stairs that looked so old and worn that every step seemed as though it would let out an ear-wrenching screech that the prisoner was escaping.

Testing it as slowly and gently as she could, she began her ascent.

Each creek, each tiny, minuscule little sound made her heart rate double. It echoed in her ears like a car horn. It seemed impossibly loud.

Finally, she reached the top step. She didn't feel relieved however, because she was well aware that now she was in even more danger. The floor her capture was.

The floor was tile. It looked like an old diner, long forgotten in the passages of time. Dust littered the tables and the chairs were thrown awkwardly throughout the parlor. Silently she rounded each corner. There was only one way out. No back way, no employee's exit. Just the front door.

The front glass door. With its old school bell sitting patiently at the top. Ready to ring to warn its frightening master.

Now she remembers it slightly, from when she was brought in earlier. Her heart staggered again. This lessened her chance of surviving. She was assuming he had a gun. He could easily shoot her through the glass. Or even if she did miss that, he could still chase her down in his truck. Walking barefoot in the dessert wouldn't get her far.

Her skin stiffened as a breeze licked her lightly. Her eyes instantly fell to an open window. Curtains danced hurriedly around as the wind picked up. She measured it with her eyes and did calculations in her head. She could fit through it.

The pads of her feet silently brought her to it. She would have to exit it backwards though. Carefully bending out. Her feet touched desert brush outside and she shifted to let her torso out next when she heard someone walking up to her position on the inside.

Quickly she pulled the rest of the way out and held her breath, staying below the line of sight from the window. She heard him leave, but hurriedly run down the stairs. Getting her knife out, she slashed his tires and glued herself to the side of the building. Listening intently.

An angry yell from inside indicated he knew she was gone. She held her breath steady as she tried to calm down. The next thing she heard after a few minutes was tires breaking on sand. Daring a quick look around the corner she saw black SUV's pull up.

Her brief moment of relief was cut short as she heard boots crunch the sand behind her.

"Found you."

She ducked quickly and ran zig-zag away from him. Puffs of sand erupted near her feet as shot after shot missed its target. When the shooting stopped, she turned briefly and flung the knife at him just as another shot rang through the air.

I know. Sorry for cliffhangers, but I simply love them too much! Next chapter will most hopefully be up later tonight! Please Review~