A/N: Tina - We suck, we know. Life has just been biting us both in the ass lately, and as neither of us have our N and we live six hours apart, we only get to see each other once every six months or so. Taylor is currently at my place for spring break, and it's a longer visit than usual, so we have more time on our hands. Our plan is to get at least two chapters (including this one) done by the time she leaves, maybe possibly even finish this installment of our little trilogy. So enjoy chapter ten everyone, we are so sorry for the delay.
Taylor – We're probably not going to finish this installment while I'm here.
Tina – Shut up Taylor, stop being a pessimist.
Taylor – … Let's carry on.

Disclaimer: We do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters seen on the show (Sadly), we do own Evelyn Parker, and any UnSub that will appear in this series

Chapter 10: Coursing Through My Veins

Spencer's P.O.V

My hands would not stop trembling, causing the glass full of whiskey to shake. My mind wouldn't shut off, nightmares of Evelyn terrified and in pain plagued my waking thoughts, and I downed the alcohol in my grasp, hoping that in some way it would ease my brain. Unintentionally, my thoughts wandered to the video that he had sent to us of Eve. She was frail and hurt, and it was my fault. He had taken her because she was with me and I couldn't protect her. I broke my promise.

No, he was going after her anyway, just because you were with her doesn't mean anything.

It didn't mean anything except that now she was being punished for dating him.

You didn't know that he would go after her.

Nevertheless, I knew there was a chance that he might, and I let it happen, I left her alone because I thought she would be safe. That the worst thing that would be happening was her being sick.

My stomach churned, making me feel like I was going to throw up. I put down the glass and the bottle of whiskey. My mind was still focused, but to a lesser capacity, more like what it would be for someone with a normal IQ. I wasn't drunk yet, but I knew that if I drank much more, I would be, and I couldn't do that to her. I had to help her now since I didn't do anything to protect her before.

"FUCK!" I yelled, and looked outside at the rain that had begun to fall. It was two in the morning, so the only lights that could be seen were the streetlights that sat on the sidewalk across from the motel. I couldn't sleep; anytime I tried, I'd see her face staring back. Scared, helpless, alone. So I just gave up on of the concept all together.

My phone ringing brought me out of the deep thought I was in, looking down I looked at the caller ID. Morgan.

"Yeah?" I answered, knowing I probably sounded a little standoffish, but it didn't faze him, he is used to dealing with this kind of behavior, hell, we all are.

"Hotch wants us to go in, said the lab results from Sarah Mason's drug testing are in, and that you are going to want to see them." Nodding, but not saying a word I hung up, and walked outside into the wet night to meet my friend, before heading off to the morgue.

My eyes widened as I looked at the report, and I felt even more anger and fear, course through my body. The bastard was trying to get them pregnant.

Evelyn's POV

I laid on the attic floor wrapped in the blanket falling in and out of sleep. Every creak or bang I heard woke me up. I was terrified of my kidnapper, my teams Un-Sub. I knew barely anything about him, yet he seemed to know quite enough about me; including my job, boyfriend and hotel room.

I heard the attic hatch open and him crawl through the opening, causing me to become fully awake. I pulled the blanket closer around me as if it was a protective shield.

"Stacy?" He said, his voice calm. I did not respond, nor did I move. He continued walking towards me. My heart started racing.

"Are you awake?" He asked. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying it was a nightmare. I could feel his presence as he crouched down beside me and started petting my hair. I wanted to move away from him, but I was terrified of his passive-aggressive behaviour. I wanted him to leave. He didn't say anything else, instead he laid down beside me and pulled my body closer to himself.

"I love you, Stacy," He whispered. I let out a sob and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started to cry loudly.

"Please don't cry, Stacy. It's okay. I'm sure this time it'll work. We will have our baby then life will carry on as usual. Just you, me and Evan." He continued to pet my hair and face. I felt filthy.

"Please, let me go." I barely could make out before he sat up, towering over me.

"Stacy! What the hell did I say about him? Forget about that disgusting rat! We're together again!" He screamed at me. I crawled backwards, away from him, still crying.

"Tell me you promise!" He yelled. "Say it!"

"Okay," I choked out, through my sobs.

"No, say, 'I promise I'll stay this time, Victor'. Say it!" He yelled, lifting his hand to hit me.

"I p-promise I'll stay this time, V-Victor," I somehow say. His arms are surrounding me and he is holding me tight.

"I love you, Stacy" He says, then suddenly he's back to the attic's hatch. I wait for the sounds of the lock, before I reach for the bucket and throw up again.