A/N- This chapter was edited and updated on 13th May.

Coughing Katy felt a rough hand grab hold of her and pull her back onto the chair. As the pain started to subside she looked up at the camera whilst ensuring that she kept James in her peripheral vision, noticing that he was deliberately keeping himself out of view of the camera. 'I'm guessing they can't hear right now can they?'

James nodded. 'Well, we don't want you communicating with them yet.' He turned away and looked at Simon. 'You got the script ready for her?' Simon nodded in the background as Katy just stared at James in disbelief. 'Oh, come on, don't look so surprised Chilcot. I've had all the time in the world to think about what I want you to say to them.' Stepping directly behind the camera James held up a computer with text on it. 'Read this now. When I nod start speaking. They'll hear you.'

Skim reading what James had written for her, Katy stared at him disgust. 'You have got to be kidding me.'

Suddenly the audio blasted into the conference room as they all sat looking at Katy who had obviously finished speaking to whoever was off the screen. Garcia fiddled with the volume as Katy started to address them apparently reading from a script.

'Hello agents. As you can see our mutual enemy Miss Chilcot is alive and well. As I promised she would be if you could figure out why she is a liar.' Glancing directly at the camera they watched as Katy tried and failed to take a deep breath, wincing in pain she continued. 'You can also see that she is starting to be a bit of a handful and I am starting to tire of her constant moaning and insulting me. Therefore I'm cutting the time down to three days. You have three days to find her. Then I will kill her.' Pausing Katy bit her lip before continuing to read the rest of whatever had been put in front of her. 'You will be getting another clue in due time, but be aware if any of you fail not only will I kill the bitch, I will come after you all.'

Whilst she had been talking Prentiss had been watching Katy's eyes, noticing that she seemed to regularly glance at the camera and then down to her side. Suddenly she realised that Katy was trying to get them to notice. 'Hey, what is she doing with her hand?' Prentiss was watching Katy tap out a rhythm. 'Is that Morse code?' They all leant closer to the screen looking at the non-verbal message she was giving out. 'Did anyone know she knew Morse code?'

'Never mind that Emily, do any of us know Morse code?' Morgan asked looking around the room. No one answered, instead they all turned to Reid.

A few seconds passed before Hotch asked the question they all had. 'Reid, how quickly can you learn?'

Stepping nearer to Garcia, Reid responded instantly. 'Put it up on screen.' Garcia turned back to her computer and tapped frantically, finding what Reid needed almost instantly she moved aside to allow Reid to learn it quickly.

The audio on screen suddenly cut out again as Katy finished the message that James had apparently given her to read aloud, she now seemed to be talking to whoever was off screen. From what Hotch could tell, in the 36 hours that James had been with Katy he had done a lot of damage to her physically. Mentally, however, and to her credit, she did seem to be coping. Hotch dared to hope that she might get out of this ok if she could just hold on to her sanity. But the only factor that was uncertain was exactly how broken the death of Sam had made James and no one seemed to know what he was capable of, even those back in London seemed clueless in the whole situation. Hotch just hoped that they would never have to find out if James was capable of murder.

Reid looked up from the screen he had been looking at bringing Hotch out of his revive. 'Done.' He stood up and leant over Garcia watching Katy tap out a message slowly. 'Someone write down the letters I say.' JJ, who already had a pen in her hand grabbed some paper and looked back up to Reid who started mumbling to himself, occasionally saying a letter louder for JJ to copy down. 'Two dots- I, two dashes M, three dashes O, dash, dot, dash K.' Looking to JJ he spoke again. 'And she keeps repeating that.'

JJ looked up from where she had been writing down what Reid said. 'I'm Ok. She's telling us that she is ok.' She held up the paper to show them all. Morgan swore under his breath as Garcia covered her mouth with her hands, tears starting to form in her eyes. Hotch glanced over at Rossi who just nodded at him before focusing on their missing colleague.

The audio suddenly blasted back on causing them all to focus back on the screen. Katy was glaring at someone off the screen who was talking so quietly none of them could hear it. Suddenly someone appeared on screen almost blocking her from view. Katy shouted out loud. 'You are a coward James, getting your men to do your dirty work. It's pathetic.'

The man on screen stepped closer, turning to face a figure off screen. Nodding at whatever had been said to him, he knelt down to the bag on the floor and produced a hypodermic needle from within the bag. Standing back up he leant over Katy who watched as he jabbed it into her arm. 'Hey! Why send me back to sleep? I'm not exactly about to run off! If you are going to kill me do it, YOU COWARD!' As the man walked off from screen Katy lifted her head and looked at the camera, winking at them before the drug finally hit her, she fell unconscious as the screen went black.

'Stop the camera.' James said to Simon as Katy fell into a deep sleep. Simon fiddled with the camera as James walked up to Katy. Leaning over her James whispered into her ear. 'I am not a coward. You are not getting out of here alive.' Standing back up, he turned to face Simon. 'I'm off to sleep, wake me if you hear anything.'

Simon watched James walk away from him frowning. Turning to look back at Katy he was confused. What James had told him about Katy and what he himself saw in Katy just did not add up. Although Simon was the first to admit that he was, and had never been the best judge in character, the story that James gave about his younger brother and the reactions this woman had been having to those accusations did not make sense.

To be honest, Simon was starting to believe that James was lying and was just doing this for some strange sick desire for revenge. And Simon realised that he really was not sure he was up to taking part in whatever James had planned for Katy.

Glancing over his shoulder to check that James had actually left. Simon walked quietly over to the laptop, picking it up he walked away and sat with his back against the wall, keeping on ear on the door James had just left through Simon started looking into the background of both James and Katy to determine if his gut instinct was right and that he had made a terrible mistake.

Katy again felt the familiar sense of slowly coming around but this time it was also met with a sharp intense pain all over her body. Gasping she opened her eyes and looked around her. She was alone in the room but a mirror had been placed in front of her. In silence Katy could not stop the tears from falling down her face as she saw just what James had done to her.

Warily Katy sat up straight in the chair, noticing that her arms had been untied she lifted her good arm up and touched her face where it was cut, wincing at the pain she stared up into the mirror again. Tracing the cut with her finger she slowly lifted her bad hand, glancing at the wounds that James had inflicted there.

As she felt some of her strength returning she moved her hand to her ribs immediately feeling that at least two were broken. Moving her hand towards her stomach she lifted her top and saw the deep black bruise that was forming across it. Touching it she whimpered as more pain registered in her brain. A tear fell down her cheek as she tried to conceal from herself just how much pain she was actually in.

Looking up she jumped in shock, Simon had been sat in the room the entire time staring at her, a laptop on his knees. As they stared at each other Simon put down the computer and walked over to her. He sat on the floor in front of her and asked the one question she had started to believe she wouldn't hear ever again.