gurl3677 6/5/13 . chapter 9

And here...we...go...

No Mac, you leave Reid alone! Love then images you are creating here

I know, poor Reid. Thank you so much! That means so much to me!

WaterWarrior66/5/13 . chapter 9

Andrea Phillips? Hmm I wonder where you got that name from lol.

Steel toe boots hurt like hell, and with the strength Mac has as he kicks. Nope, no way, I wouldn't want to be at the wrong end of that kick.

I love throwing those little references in! LOL! I can't even imagine feeling those boots against my ribs, and he is strong. I too would not want to know how much that hurts!

gurl3677 6/5/13 . chapter 10

Why do I love him! He's such an awful person!

We love him because he's Mac! LOL!

WaterWarrior66/5/13 . chapter 10

Okay, so are Kathy and Sean together, or are they working on it? I hope Reid is okay.

Reid will be okay. Kathy and Sean are now together, they are going beyond the just sex stage, to trying to have a relationship, but also still having sex!

Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Thanks to my betas gurl3677 and thekiltedpineapple! You have no idea how much you are helping me, no idea!

Chapter Eleven

It wasn't until 9:00 p.m., when the team started to get worried about where Kathy and Reid had gone. It had been four hours since they left, which seemed like too long to take to speak to a family. Rossi and Derek were back from searching Andrea's apartment, and JJ had called about half an hour ago to say they would be there soon as they had spoken to everyone at her job.

"Still no answer." Derek said as he hung up his phone again. For the past twenty minutes he had been trying to reach Reid and Kathy's phones, but no answer.

"Service around here isn't the best." Rossi said, but he too felt like something was wrong.

"You two head out to the Phillips place, I'll wait for the rest of the team. Maybe they just got a flat and can't call in." Hotch said.

Derek and Rossi had driven about twenty minutes when Derek's lights caught a person walking on a dark and deserted road.

"Stop Derek, I think that's Reid." Rossi said.

Derek spun around the SUV and pulled over to what was definitely Reid. Rossi and Derek both ran over to him.

"Reid what happened?" Rossi said as he took in Reid's appearance. He had cuts on his face and neck, he was holding his right arm in his left one, and there was dried blood by his right temple. He looked to be in pain.

"It all happened so fast. Something slammed into the back of the SUV and Kathy lost control, and then I looked back to see a truck and it slammed into us again. The SUV hit a ditch and then it flipped on my side."

"Where's Kathy?" Derek asked. His voice was firm which meant he was worried and angry.

"I don't know. I mean I heard her outside the SUV and I heard another truck speed off and then nothing. I finally managed to get out of my seat and get out. It was getting dark and I no cell phone so I started walking. I think my arm is broken."

Rossi took out his cell and thankfully there was a slight signal. He stepped away from Reid and Derek to call Hotch.

"Did you see anything about the truck that hit you?" Derek asked. He was glad Reid was okay, but if someone hit the SUV and now Kathy was missing it was not good, not good at all.

"No, it had its brights on and it had lights on top also on, all I saw was light."

Rossi came back over. "Hotch is on his way with the Sheriff, and he is going to call JJ and have them come out here. He said he's also calling an ambulance for Reid. Do you know how far you walked?"

"I've been walking around forty minutes, but I don't think I've gotten very far." Reid said.

"Is it possible she walked to get help?" Rossi asked.

"I would have seen her, you would have seen her." Reid said.

"Yeah, that's what I was afraid of." Rossi said quietly.

Within half and hour the team was standing around Derek and Rossi's SUV. The ambulance was loading Reid who didn't really want to leave because he was worried about Kathy.

"You have to go Reid, your arm is broken. We'll let you know what happens." JJ said to him gently.

Sean was pacing back and forth in front of his SUV, he really wanted to jump in and drive to the crash site. His stomach was in knots and he felt he could throw up at any moment. He knew Kathy didn't want her team to know about them so he was waiting for their direction. They had finally gotten Reid loaded into the ambulance and were heading out to the crash site.

Reid hadn't gotten too far and they found the SUV about 15 minutes down the road. The sheriff faced his car towards it as did Derek so they had headlights to look at it. It was still on its side and they didn't see anyone around.

Hotch stepped a little bit away from the SUV as if he saw something. He grabbed a flashlight out of one of the SUVs and walked a little bit farther away. Blake grabbed another light and followed him. He had gone about 70 feet when he stopped. His light was shining down on a stain on the road. He knelt down to it, and although dry he could see, as he got closer that it was blood. The blood was right on the outside of a large set of skid marks.

"Is that blood?" Blake asked as she came closer.

Hotch stood up, he didn't say anything as he followed another trail back to the SUV. When he reached the SUV he could see the ground was disturbed from some kind of scuffle and there was more blood, he looked over at Blake. Then he looked at the rest of the team. JJ and Derek were on the other side of the SUV trying to see if maybe Kathy found another way to walk. David and Sean had lights heading in the opposite way of where Reid was found hoping maybe Kathy headed back to the Phillips.

Hotch nodded at Blake then he raised his voice to get everyone's attention.

"Come back everyone." He said and waited until everyone came back.

"She didn't walk away," his voice without emotion, although concern etched his features. "There's a trail of blood leading from the SUV to a set of large skid marks about seventy feet away. There is also a disturbance in the gravel and dirt, showing an altercation of some kind happened. Inside the skid marks is a small pool of blood. She was probably dragged from the SUV to the truck that hit them. I don't know if she sustained another wound and that caused the blood or if it's a wound from the accident. What I do know is that there is blood, a disturbance and a truck making a quick exit."

Hotch looked over at his team and saw the fear and concern he felt in their faces. When he looked at Sean he saw all of that and more. Sean was almost white, whatever they were feeling he was feeling it more.

"We need to head back to base camp. We'll have Garcia see if she can track Kathy's phone. Then I'm going to have her come out here. I want everyone on this!"

"Where does Mac live?" Sean asked the Sheriff his teeth gritted in anger.

"Mac? What does Mac have to do with this?" The sheriff answered, he didn't want word getting out to Mac that he gave them any information.

"He fucking hit on her in the bar last week, grabbed her arms and left bruising. That's what he has to do with this." Sean said, he voice louder as he stepped closer to the sheriff, feeling fists forming at his sides. "Now where does he live?"

Derek had come over to Sean and stepped between them. "Easy Sean, easy." Derek reached out to touch Sean's shoulder but he spun away.

"Fuck being easy! Mac was dangerous then, we need to talk to him." He shouted at Derek. He didn't care anymore what her team knew, all he knew was he had to find her.

Derek turned to the sheriff. "He's right, we just want to talk to him."

Hotch came over. "Isn't that the man you told us about before? When did this happen with her?"

Derek sighed and looked at Hotch. "Yeah that's him. Kathy went about a week ago to the bar to gather info. She came back a few hours later and had bruises on her arms. She said it was nothing, that Mac had hit on her."

"We'll talk about why I am just finding this out now later. Sheriff, where does he live?" Hotch asked.

The sheriff grumbled to himself. "He lives in an rundown house on the edge of town. When you hit Route 32 you make a right and go about five miles down. They'll be a loud barking dog in the yard. He's number 49 on that road, you'll see the busted up mailbox."

"Thank you. Derek you, Sean, and Rossi head over there. Remember just talk to him. The rest of us will head back to base."

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It was almost 11:00 p.m. by the time they reached Mac's house. It had definitely seen better days. There was a large red pick-up truck with lights on top of the cab parked outside and as they stepped out they heard a loud dog barking. Before they reached the steps the door to the house opened and Mac stepped out. He was wearing a dusty blue shirt open over a dirty white wife beater and dirty black jeans. He held a beer in one hand and leaned on the doorframe. He didn't say anything as the three men came over to the steps.

"You boys lost?" He asked as he took a swing of beer. He couldn't help feeling excited, feeling her gun pressed against his back at the inside of waistband, knowing he had her and they had no idea.

"Are you Mac?" Derek asked.

Rossi was looking at the pick-up truck, but it was too dark to see if there was any damage to the front end, plus the truck too looked like it had seen better days, and dents from running an SUV off the road would be hard to confirm. Rossi also doubted Mac owned the only one with lights on the cab.

"Who wants to know?" He asked and went to take another swig of beer.

Sean, who had gone up the steps at this point, swung out and knocked the beer out of Mac's hand onto the porch.

Mac stood up straight in the doorway, biting the side of his mouth to keep from smiling and laughing. This prick was mad, and he wanted to laugh out loud.

"You owe me a beer." Mac said calmly, shaking the splashed beer from his hand, and not breaking eye contact with Sean.

"Are you Mac?" Sean said through gritted teeth, getting closer to Mac.

"Yeah, I'm Mac, what you want?" Mac said, ignoring Derek and Rossi and only speaking to Sean.

"We're the FBI. Driven any SUVs off the road today?" Rossi said from the base of the steps. Mac turned his attention from Sean to Rossi.

Mac raised an eyebrow at him and then took in the other two men. He knew exactly who they were. He had watched all of them for a week. Again he felt the tug of a smile, but kept himself in check.

'Guess they found the accident.' He thought to himself.

"Why would I do that?" He asked, picking at his thumbnail, acting almost bored.

"You met a woman at the Luna Mesa a week ago, Special Agent Kathy Brooks. You hit on her and you left her with bruises. Today she's missing, now you remember anything?" Derek asked, as he kept one hand out in case he had to stop Sean from charging this guy.

Mac smiled and laughed a little. "Yeah, I remember her. She had a fine ass and nice tits too." He said making sure to look Sean directly in the eyes. "But sad to say I didn't get to see them out of her clothes, and I ain't seen her since. Good thing there are plenty of other whores around." This time Mac was only talking to Sean, a smile playing at Mac's lips.

Sean stepped forward, fists ready to knock out some of Mac's rotted teeth. Derek put his hand up and gave him a warning look.

"You sure about that?" Rossi asked. "Where were you around 7 or 8 this evening?"

Mac bit his lower lip as if in thought. "I was finishing up at the shop. I work as a mechanic in town. You ask Shane, he'll tell you I was there. Then I went to the bar and had a drink or two and came home. We done here?" He said, standing up from the doorframe.

"Yeah for now. We'll be checking on that so don't leave town." Derek said, and he pulled on Sean's arm. "Come on man."

Sean reluctantly turned and followed Derek down the steps. When they got in the SUV Sean slammed his hands down on the dash.

"He knows something." Sean said.

"Then we'll find it." Rossi said. "Let's check his alibi." Sean shifted the SUV into gear and drove away. None of them saw Mac watching through the dirty window.

'Knew they'd show up sooner or later.' He thought to himself as he grabbed his camo jacket and headed out to his truck. He drove off into the canyons.

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It was after midnight by the time he reached the abandoned mine shaft that he used to make Meth in. He grabbed the beer and bottle a Jack Daniels from his truck and headed toward the entrance. He lit a lantern and headed inside. The mineshaft had a long entrance, which had to be walked carefully; finally he saw the lights and smiled. He put his beer down on a rusty barrel drum and picked up his tin of Meth. He took a hit and then turned toward the main area, opening his Jack and taking a long drink.

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When Kathy first opened her eyes she had to quickly shut them again. Although wherever she wasn't that well lit the small amount sent shooting pain into her head and made her stomach flip. She swallowed down the bile that threatened to come up again at any moment, which is also when she realized that she'd choke on it since she could taste a rag in her mouth, and feel the cloth holding it in place. It tasted like motor oil and dirt, which did not help her heaving stomach. She slowly opened her right eye since that was the one that didn't hurt right now.

'So far, so good.' She thought to herself. She slowly opened the other one. She took in her surroundings. She was still confused and when she tried to move her arms she felt a tug. She raised her head up and realized that her wrists were bound tightly with rope and tied to a hook in the rock above her. She could see her right hand was black and blue as well as swollen, probably broken. She pulled down with her wrists, which only made the rope dig in tighter, ignoring the pain in her broken hand. She looked down and realized that her feet were not completely on the ground. The movement of looking up and then down had sent waves of dizziness and nausea as well as made her body move on the rope. The pain already in her ribs seemed to increase and suck all the air out of her. It didn't help that at this angle she was being stretched which also pulled on her ribs. She felt the bile rise and closed her eyes as she tried to steady her rapidly increasing breaths. She still didn't know where she was and she was struggling to remember how she got there. She pulled on her wrists again and this time she felt the ropes cut into her skin. The pain of that on top of everything else caused her to pass out again.

When she slowly opened her eyes the second time she was able to keep them open without the dizziness and nausea taking over. Her shoulders were hurting deep into the muscles. She slowly took in her surroundings. She was in a cave of some sort, which was lit with lanterns, and some large construction lights, most of which were off at this moment. She was in the center of what seemed a large empty space. In front of her and to the left were about five or six barrel drums with various beakers and tubing on them, as well as some empty cigarette packs, empty beer bottles, and what looked like a pizza box. On her right and slightly in front of her she noticed an old dirty mattress. Her stomach lurched when she saw the mattress was stained with what looked like blood and other fluids. She could see large bolts around the bed with dirty and bloody rope tied to them. Someone had been tied there, and bled there she realized. There was a dirty blanket lying on top of it. She tried twisting her body on the ropes to see better around her, but this caused her to groan as pain waves shot through her body. As she took in deep breaths again she looked down to judge her injuries and realized she was only in her bra and underwear. She could see some cuts on her body and didn't know if it was from the accident or from Mac, they didn't appear to be bleeding but some of them looked like they had. She had picked this pair out for Sean, he always laughed when they matched. The bra was black with a silk stripe across the top in a dark red; there was a small bow in the center. The underwear was a thong in the same black with red stripe, but no bow.

'No time for thinking of Sean, time to think. How am I going to get out of here?' She thought to herself.

By this time she had remembered Mac grabbing her after running the SUV off the road. She realized that right now he wasn't here and it was the best time to figure out her options. She looked up at her wrists and could see some dried blood on the rope. She wondered if she could pull her hands hard enough to pull the rope off the hook, it would hurt horribly, but she had to try. She sucked in air and pulled, but this sent shooting pains down her arms into her already throbbing shoulders and she could feel the strain on the already aching muscles. She yelled out in pain, which racked in her head since she couldn't yell out loud from the gag. It appeared that the rope was firmly in place on the hook. She heard movement coming from the darkness and she lifted her head as Mac came into the cave.

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"Honey, I'm home." He said as he stepped over to Kathy. She was already watching him and now she looked at him, her eyes looking like they could finally focus. Kathy had bruising on the left side of her face from the accident and her lip was split from when he hit her. Her arms were tied above her head and she was hanging from a hook in the rocks. Her feet barely touched the ground; she was standing on her tiptoes. She was gagged with a dirty red cloth, which was kept in place with a black bandanna tied around her head.