Title: FOR YOU I WILL

Rating: M

This Chapter: The BAU get a lead and a clue from an unknown source. One of the BAU doubt Billie's intentions.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds but I own any OCs and the plot

Status: In-Progress

Chapter:

Note: Sorry it's taken me a while to update. Enjoy.

Everyone was silent on the drive back to the BAU. Hotch and Rossi were worrying about their team, and Billie was comparing this case to other's she'd had.

"What's Plan B then?" Billie asked, breaking the silence. Hotch and Rossi glanced at each in the front of the SVU.

"We were sort of hoping you could tell us." Hotch confessed, indicating left to pull into the road leading to the BAU offices. She shrugged. Suddenly Hotch's phone started ringing. Rossi leant over and hit the green button on the radio, to turn it on wireless.

"Hotch here." Hotch replied.

"About to turn in." He replied. Rossi and Billie frowned.

"Good. Hurry." Garcia said, and the dial tone filled the car.

"Wonder what that was about?" Rossi asked as Hotch hit the gas.

"Well, whatever it was, hopefully we'll find out soon."
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"They're turning in now." Garcia said, ending the call to Hotch. She turned to her two colleagues.
JJ had her arm around Prentiss, whose face was red and swollen.

"Are you sure there's nothing else we can do?" JJ asked, rubbing Prentiss's shoulder.
"I'll be fine as soon as we find the bastards that did this."

"You and us both, sweetie." Garcia said. "Did you see Morgan and Reid by any chance?" She asked.
"I saw Morgan. He was in pretty bad shape." She said, her face twisting in pain. "He seemed worried about Reid for some reason." She said, looking between JJ and Garcia.

"He had a right to be." Garcia mumbled angrily. Prentiss frowned and took a sip from the water bottle Garcia had given her.

"Did you know they were filming you?" JJ asked softly. Prentiss shook her head.
"They emailed us videos of-of what they were doing to you guys."Garcia said.
"Reid's was the worse." JJ added quietly.
"I want to see." Prentiss said. Garcia and JJ exchanged worried looks.
"No you don't. Trust me." Garcia said quickly.
"I need to see it." Prentiss argued.

"No. It's better if you don't see it." JJ said, just as Prentiss stood up.
"Garcia please. Open the video." Prentiss said, walking over to the computer.
"Fine. But I'm not watching it with you." Garcia said, following Prentiss to the computer. She opened it and paused it.

"Garcia." JJ said, as Garcia walked out of the room. "I'm sorry." JJ added to Prentiss, before following Garcia out of the room.

Prentiss hit the play button and watched quietly as her own torturers beat Reid with a pipe. She thought it was over when Ava started undressing. She gasped softly, and barely resisted the urge to turn it off.

"Oh, God. Poor Reid." She said, as Hotch and Rossi entered the room. Hotch quickly leant over and turned the screen off, before engulfing her in a hug.

"You don't need to see that." He whispered in her ear, as Rossi approached them.
"Glad to see you." Rossi said, and proceeded to hug Prentiss when Hotch finally let go. It was then she noticed the women that had followed the group in. For a second she thought it was her capturer before she realised it was somebody completely different.

"Prentiss, this is Agent Billie Dawson." Hotch said, realising Prentiss was watching Billie.
"Billie works for the Kidnapping Analyst Section. She's working the case with us." Garcia added. Billie nodded. Prentiss turned to Hotch.

"There's something you should see." Prentiss said, reaching over and picking up a box off the desk.
"What is it?" JJ asked. Hotch gasped.

"Somebody get some ice." Hotch instructed, and JJ disappeared out of the room.
"I was there. I don't know why they did it. They dragged me away and-" She choked on the words.
"Is it a finger?" Billie asked. Garcia glanced at her. Hotch nodded.
"How'd you know?" Hotch asked.

"It's a common kidnapping technique. Is there a note?" Billie replied.
"Yes." Hotch said, scanning the piece of paper. "'You've been warned' is all it says." Hotch replied.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Rossi asked, looking at Prentiss. Prentiss nodded wearily.
"I'm fine. I'm just exhausted." She said, sitting down. JJ reappeared with an ice-cream container filled with ice.

"You should really get some rest." Rossi said. Prentiss shook her head.
"I'm fine." She insisted.
"Have you even been to the hospital yet?" Hotch asked. Prentiss shook her head.
"She insisted on waiting for you guys." JJ said.

"Well, I'm taking you to hospital." Rossi said, walking over to Prentiss. She shook her head.
"No. I'll go when Morgan and Reid are back." She said.

"Prentiss I'm taking you to the hospital." He said. She didn't move. "Prentiss." She finally stood up.
"Fine. Call as soon as you here something though." She said. Hotch nodded.
"Of course." He said. "And you better take this." He added, handing Rossi the ice-cream container now holding Morgan's finger. They watched as Prentiss and Rossi left the room.
"Now what?" Hotch groaned, sitting down at Rossi's desk.

"Let's start from the beginning." Billie said. Hotch frowned as Billie walked to the whiteboard opposite the pin board. She picked up a marker and wrote 'Ava' on one side and 'Cade' on the other. JJ picked a folder up off the desk, walked over to her and stood next to her. She pulled a picture out of the folder and handed it to Billie. Billie glanced at the picture. It was a head of Ava. She stuck it underneath Ava's name on the whiteboard. Next, JJ handed her a head shot of Cade and Billie stuck that underneath Cade's name on the whiteboard.

"So what do we know about Ava?" JJ started as Billie twirled the marker between her fingers.
"Her son was a murderer." Garcia replied.
"Wait. What was the son's name?" Billie asked, as JJ flipped through the folder.
"James." JJ replied. She pulled another photo out as Billie wrote 'James' on the board. JJ handed her the picture and Billie stuck it underneath James' name.

"We know James was killed." Hotch said. "Shot by Morgan to be precise." Billie nodded and wrote 'Shot by Agent Morgan-killed' underneath James's photo. JJ flicked through the folder again.
"They're sick people." Garcia said, helpfully. Hotch glared at her. "What? You're sitting at the desk, what am I supposed to do?" He rolled his eyes, before standing up and moving to the chair opposite Rossi's desk.

"Thank you." Garcia said, sitting at Rossi's desk. She immediately turned on the screen of the computer and started typing.

"She has a point." Billie said. Garcia looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Please explain." Hotch said. Billie glanced at him.

"They get off on the torture of others. They filmed it." She said.
"But that was to get us to send the money." He said.

"That was what the finger was for." JJ grimaced. "They sent that as a warning. The torture was for their own pleasure. They filmed it so they can watch it again and again."
"So basically they tortured us because they like it?" JJ asked, a shiver going down her spine. Billie glanced at her. She nodded.
"Basically." She replied. She turned to the whiteboard and wrote at across the bottom 'Enjoys torture, films it.'

"We don't actually know a lot about them." Hotch said. Billie nodded.
"Hey Garcia, can you look for birth records for the son?" Billie asked. Garcia nodded.
"Searching now." She said. She stopped typing for a second. "There's nothing." She said, looking up. Billie nodded.

"What about marriage records for his parents?" Billie asked, tapping the marker against her chin.
"Nothing." Garcia said a few minutes later. "There's no records on them getting married or James being born." She said. Billie nodded again.

"That mean something to you?" Hotch asked, watching Billie. She glanced at him.
'It's called a legend. It's a deep cover that includes everything, even family history. A lot of criminals use it."

"I've got the son's credit card records." Garcia suddenly said. "Looks like it's been used since his death. We've got cosmetic surgery, $2394 worth of clothes and a $239 worth of cosmetics."
"They've been using his card." Billie said. "To disguise themselves."

"Why go to all this trouble? Spending all this money just to get revenge?" Hotch asked, puzzled.
"Dunno." Billie replied.

"Guys, I've got something!" Garcia said. Hotch walked around and read it over her shoulder.
"They've wired two sets of money to other accounts." Hotch said. "Two payments of twenty-five hundred dollars." He added.

"They're paying someone." Billie said, writing 'Accomplices- payment of $2500' on the whiteboard.
"They really are going to a lot of trouble." JJ said.

"I'm tracing the accounts now. It might take a while though." Garcia said. Hotch nodded and patted her on the shoulder.

"Good job Garcia." He said, walking back to the chair he'd been sitting in.
"Two payments. Does that mean more than one accomplice?" JJ asked. Billie shrugged.
"Possibly. It could also mean they pay them after each job. For example, paying them after getting them something they need, or delivering something." Billie replied.

"We should concentrate on finding the accomplice then. If they're paid only after each job then they won't be overly loyal to them." Hotch said. Billie nodded.
"But twenty five hundred might be considered a lot for them." JJ said.
"If we offer them a deal they might be more likely to talk to us." Rossi said from the doorway. Everyone glanced up.

"Maybe." Hotch said. "Is Prentiss okay?" He asked. Rossi nodded.

"They're keeping her overnight for observation. No broken bones." He replied.
"But we've got to find them first." JJ added. Billie nodded.

There was a knock on the door and everyone looked up. Billie walked over and opened the door to an Agent, standing patiently with an envelope and a clipboard.

"Yes?" Billie asked.
"An envelope was delivered for an Agent Dawson." The Agent said, holding up the clipboard for Billie to sign.

She signed it, and the Agent handed her the envelope, before walking away. Everyone watched as Billie tore the envelope open. Billie frowned and immediately ran out the door after the Agent, with Hotch and Rossi following.

"Where is he?" Billie asked, finally catching up to the Agent. "Where's the guy that delivered the message?" She asked, holding up the envelope. The Agent pointed towards the entrance doors and Billie tore off toward them, with Hotch and Rossi following, still confused.

Billie ran out the door, and stood on the sidewalk. She heard the screech from tires and turned to the left, to see a red sports car tearing off down the street.

"Dammit!" She yelled, sighing.

"What? What was it?" JJ asked, followed by Hotch and Rossi as they walked onto the sidewalk.
"It was them." Billie said, holding out the envelope. Hotch took it and slid the piece of paper out of the envelope. He nodded and passed it to Rossi.

"They're taking bigger risks now." Prentiss said, crossing her arms. Billie nodded.

"Did you get a look at the car?" JJ asked. Billie cross her arms and shook her head.

"No plates. Red convertible." Billie simply replied.

"What's in the letter?" Prentiss asked. Billie signed.

"It's a code." Hotch replied. Prentiss frowned.

"Why'd they give us a code?" She asked. Billie turned and looked at the opposite building.

"Because they know Reid would be the one to solve it." Hotch replied.

"Does that building have security cameras?" Billie asked, still starring at the opposite building. They followed her gaze. Hotch shrugged.

"Probably. I'll get Garcia onto it." Rossi replied, unclipping his phone from his belt and quickly dialling his office number. "Garcia? Can you check whether the building across the road has CCT footage?" He paused. "Thanks." He said, flipping his phone shut.

"She'll call as soon as she finds anything." Rossi said. Hotch nodded.

"Let's canvas the area. See if anyone saw or heard anything that can help us." Hotch finally said. "Rossi with me, we'll go this direction." Hotch said, gesturing in the direction the red sports car had gone. "JJ and Billie, you go that way. We'll meet back here in an hour or so." He added, pointing in the other direction. They all nodded.

They spilt up, JJ and Billie walking towards a building next to the BAU office and Hotch and Rossi going to a building on the other side.

"So, how long have you worked with the KAS?" JJ asked, the first to break the silence. Billie barely looked up.

"Five years." She said. JJ glanced at her.

"Ever thought of a change of scenery?" JJ asked, thrusting her hands into her coat pockets. Billie shook her head and glanced up at the sky.

"No. You?" Billie replied.

"No. I can't imagine not being in the BAU."
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"When will I be able to go back to work?" Prentiss asked, fiddley with her fingers as she lay on the hospital bed in her hospital gown. The young doctor glanced up from the chart in his hand and smiled at her.

"Well, your injuries aren't too bad considering." He said. "You should be able to return in at least a week." He finally replied. Prentiss's eyes widened.

"A week?" She asked, shocked. He frowned.

"I thought you'd be happy to be returning early." He said.

"I need to return earlier." She said. He frowned, puzzled. She took a deep breath. "I work for the FBI's Behavioural Analyst Unit. Two of my team are being held hostage right now. I need to return sooner." She explained. The doctor shook his head.

"I'm sorry. Your incredibly lucky you can return next week." He said.

"But I was abducted by the same people." He ignored her and continued writing on her chart. "Don't you get it? I'm the only one that can save them right now!" She said, getting agitated.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Prentiss." He said, finally looking up. "There's nothing I can do." She sighed.

"Can I at least make a call?" She asked. He thought for a second.

"There's a phone by the entrance. I'll get a nurse to take you." He said. He glanced out the door. "Jamie." He said, opening the door. "Would you be able to take Miss. Prentiss to the phone?" He said. She nodded and handed the chart she was holding to another doctor, who walked away, before walking toward the doctor. He handed her some change and opened the door for her to pass through.

She helped Prentiss into a wheelchair and in silence, pushed her to the phone as Prentiss thought of who to call. She eventually decided on Garcia.

"Fountain of knowledge here, how may I help you?" The bright computer whiz answered, after Prentiss put the money given to her by the nurse into the phone and dialled Garcia's number.

"The witty greetings are back I see." Prentiss said with a laugh, smiling for the first time in days.

"Prentiss!" Garcia said. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah. The doc won't let me return to work until next week though." She replied. Garcia chuckled.

"Eager to return then." Garcia said. "Rossi complained about my greetings earlier so I thought I'd make him happy." Garcia replied to her earlier question. Prentiss laughed.

"Anything new?" Prentiss asked. There was silence.

"Not much." Garcia finally replied. "Still looking for more on the strange transactions from the son's card and the others are still canvassing the area." Garcia said. Prentiss frowned.

"Why? What happened?" She asked.

"Sorry, I forgot you weren't here." Garcia said. "Someone delivered an letter to the BAU, a code. They were in a red convertible. The others are trying to see if anyone heard or saw anything." She replied. Prentiss nodded.

"Hey, Garcia could you do me a favour?" Prentiss asked.

"Of course." Garcia replied.

"Could you do a search on Billie for me?" Prentiss asked, glancing at the nurse looking after her, who was now sighing a chart for a doctor.

"Way ahead of you sweet cheeks. Your spidey-sense tingling?" Garcia replied. Prentiss chuckled.

"No. Just checking to see if she's one of the good guys."