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Chapter 11

"Spence, you need to get some sleep." JJ said, staring at Spencer. It had been over a day since Chloe had gone missing from the hospital. The team was all gathered in the the conference room.

"Ninety percent of all abduction victims die within 36 hours. We have ten hours." Spencer whispered. "What do we know about Able?" Spencer asked, sipping his coffee.

"He's a misogynist, all his male colleagues speak highly of him while females have nothing good to say. Over half of his female advisees drop out after their first year, while his male advisees are some of the top in their classes. Chloe only had him for the last year when her former advisor retired." Prentiss sighed. "But all his students indicated that he is very full of himself. He believes he is the best."

"His home is almost compulsively clean and orderly. Even folds his dirty laundry. Extensive porn collection, all of which are sadomasochistic where women are beaten and tortured in every way possible." Rossi said.

"Divorced his wife over ten years ago, refuses to pay alimony or child support. Chloe looks exactly like his ex wife when she was Chloe's age, could have acted like a trigger. She could be a surrogate." Morgan said.

"His narcissism would make him want to prove to Chloe that he is the worst man she'll ever meet. Slowly torturing her by using her biggest fear to kill them. Taunting her with the adderall was to show her that her home wasn't even safe, using the word junkie to demean her. He wants to break her down, either to torture and kill her or to make her his servant." Hotchner explained.

"Then why tamper with our car?" JJ asked.

"He probably knew that as soon as we found the pills we'd move her to the FBI. If he caused a car crash and put Chloe into the hospital he knew he'd have a better chance to take her. Not exactly easy to kidnap a girl from a marine base." Morgan said.

"His house was clean, so we know he has to have another place where he is keeping Chloe." Prentiss said.

"His tax records and account histories don't show any second properties and there is no repeated large withdrawals so if he is renting a place he is doing so in cash that he has himself." Garcia said.

"His wife moved clear cross country, changing her first and last name as well as the name of her son. She had numerous hospital visits and stays but never reported abuse, neither did any of the doctors." Hotchner said. "She refuses to talk to us."

"I went through his computer, nothing on there." Garcia started.

"But he had an external hard drive hidden in a wall safe." Morgan jumped in.

"That was a Chloe treasure chest. He had videos of conference presentations she made, both group and individual; along with videos of her singing at club 54. He had any journal articles she wrote, even ones where she was just a lab assistant. He had gigabytes of photos of her, and records show that he spent a lot of time looking at the ones of her changing. He even had a video of her changing in a locker room at the hospital. He downloaded her journals from his e-mail, and read them often, even digitally highlight the portions when she talked about painful experiences. He also had a file filled with journal-like stories of what he would do to her." Garcia said.

"Anything about where he would keep her?" Spencer asked.

"No, he just refers to it as a special place to Chloe." Garcia frowned. "But he has recently started keeping tabs on our boy wonder. He started a document where he copy and pasted anything about Reid. He's saved articles where he was mentioned, even had a list of known victims we helped saved."

"Do you and Chloe have any meaningful places?" Morgan asked Spencer.

"Not one in particular." Spencer said, dragging his hand through his hair. "Had our first date at Club 54, second at Cherry Hill Park in Maryland, third at the zoo, forth was a picnic Chloe planed in my back yard. I started traveling with you guys again after that so we never really had time to go out." Spencer sighed. "But Chloe has tons of special places, her grandfather's house, her family's vacation homes in Florida and Texas, said that any lake or sea shore made her relax and forgot all her worries."

"Able emptied all his accounts two days ago. He has hundreds of thousands in cash." Garcia said. "Hasn't turned his cell phone on so there is no way to track him. I've flagged his credit cards but he could be anywhere."

"Able is a narcissist who wants nothing more then to brag about what he's getting away with, he can't help but contact us or the media." Morgan said.

"Um, excuse me." A young agent asked, knocking on the conference room door and sticking his head into the room. "Dr. Reid, this was just delivered for you." The agent held out a small box. "We're stalling the delivery man just in case."

Spencer grabbed the box and opened it, gulping as he saw the locket and ring sitting a top a letter. "These are hers." Spencer whispered, putting on a pair of gloves before going to grab the letter.

"Prentiss, go interview the delivery guy." Hotchner said quickly. Prentiss just nodded before leaving the room.

"Did you know that ecstasy can cause hypersensitivity to touch? It makes any wound so much more painful. But Dilaudid helps shut a bitch up when their use is done." Spencer read.

"Oh God." Garcia whispered.

Chloe groaned as she opened her eyes, her body almost numb from the cold concrete floor she slept on, in the minimal clothes she wore -just her bra and panties. She went to turn onto her back and yelped out in pain. She laid on her side and brought her knees to her chest, half out of fear, half for warmth. She sat up, careful not to put too much weight on her uncasted broken leg. She looked down at her arm, tears falling when she saw the new needle mark. A glass of water sat near where she was laying, and while her mouth and throat were dry she refused to even take a sip, remembering how the last glass of water made her feel.

She looked around the room, it was dark, the only light came from a small window at the top of one of the walls. The walls were a slick, rough stone; Chloe had cut up the tips of her fingers trying to climb up to the window the day before. Between the walls and her broken leg she didn't have a chance.

Chloe heard the lock, on the door to her room, click and she moved into a corner, trying to hide in the shadow. She saw the door open and the tall man's outline in the intruding light. Chloe pressed closer to the corner, ignoring the pain that her new back wounds caused.

"You're not thirsty?" Able walked into the room, picking up the abandon glass of water. Chloe didn't try to speak, just hugged her knees tighter and looked at the floor. "Look at me!" Able roared. Chloe flinched and looked up, trembling. Able grabbed Chloe's nose, pinching it closed. Chloe gasped for air but regretted it as soon as Able poured the glass of water into her open mouth. He shoved her mouth closed and held it shut until he saw Chloe swallowed.

"What did you give me?" Chloe whispered.

"Something to make you enjoy our time together." Able laughed, as he grabbed Chloe's upper arm and dragged her up. Chloe just started to cry, knowing it was useless to fight. She followed down a cold hallway and let herself be dragged into a room identical to hers but it had a light, a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. She noticed a metal table sat in the middle of the room, instruments she had never seen before lined up neatly.

Able let go of Chloe's arm and Chloe took her chance, she forgot about her broken leg and just ran for the door. Chloe got into the hall when she felt a large arm wrap around her waist, dragging her back.

"No, please, I'll do whatever you want." Chloe cried as Able dragged her into the center of the room and tied her hands above her head, to a chain. The chain was attached to a few pulleys and Able used them to hang Chloe by her wrists a few inches above the floor.

"I don't need you to do what I want." Able smiled, nose almost touching Chloe's. "I can make you." Able said, tapping a scalpel against Chloe's nose.

Chloe groaned as she started to feel a haze take over her mind, warmth spread throughout her body and she suddenly didn't mind Able being so close.

"I see the Ex is getting to you." Able ran a finger down Chloe's cheek, watching as Chloe leaned towards it. Chloe looked up at him, pupils wide, giving her a child like look. Able took his opportunity to back hand Chloe across the face. Chloe yelled out and Able slapped her again. "You're lucky I'm even wasting my time on you, you're just a hideous slut." Able said, grabbing Chloe's cheeks in his hand, forcing her to look at him. "What are you?"

"A h-hi-hi-" Chloe screamed as Able ran his scalpel quickly across the nape of her neck.

"Say it." Able yelled.

"I'm a hideous s-" Chloe screamed again as the scalpel slashed against her arm.

"Faster." Able barked.

"A hideous slut." Chloe cried quickly.

"Louder." Able growled, slowly cutting a line across Chloe's stomach.

"I'm a slut." Chloe said.

"And what do you deserve?" Able asked, holding the tip of the scalpel against Chloe's breast bone.

"Pain." Chloe half said, half cried as Able slowly cut down the center of her chest.

"That's my slut." Able said, slowly licking the blood from the scalpel.

Chloe's mind grew foggier and the next thing she knew she was outside, laying on the cold wet soil, water being poured over her face. Chloe gasped as the water flooded her nose and mouth, she cough and rolled over trying not to choke. Any air she inhaled was forced from her when a swift kick hit her stomach.

"Did I tell you to move?" Able barked.

"N-n-no." Chloe stuttered, the water adding to her already cold skin.

"No, what?" Able barked, kicking Chloe in the stomach again.

"No, master." Chloe cried, arms snaking around her stomach, knees curling up to her chest.

"You keep moving!" Able barked, kicking Chloe's exposed back.

"I'm sorry, master!" Chloe cried, turning and laying back on her back, how she was when she felt the water wake her.

"Good now I have a special treat for you." Able chuckled, grabbing the back of Chloe's head, using her hair to pull her up. Chloe limped along, her broken leg causing pain to shoot up her back. She tried to stay quiet but couldn't help crying. "You are such a bitch." Able yelled throwing Chloe back into her room. "You should be thanking me for taking you in." Able kneeled down next to Chloe, grabbing her arm and trying a rubber tourniquet around her upper arm. "Now thank me, or you won't get this." Able said, holding up a small bottle of Dilaudid.

Chloe felt her heart ache, feeling horrible that she was about to beg for drugs, she was starting to think that she was as ugly of a person as Able was telling her she was. "Thank you, master." Chloe whispered, too afraid to go without the drugs. She flinched as she felt the syringe needle enter her skin. She looked away from the drug, softly crying as she slowly felt the drugs go to work.

Chloe heard Able leave, mainly hearing the lock click. She ignored the small amount of blood that came from the injection sight, she just hugged her knees to her chest and cried, waiting for the drugs to fully go to work.