A/N: Another short one, so sorry. I'm struggling with writers block for some unfortunate reason! Thanks for all the kind messages to those who send them. And as always, thanks to the amazing Samii who inspires and helps me write from hundreds of miles away!
I do not own criminal minds, only my OCs.
Chapter Twelve
"We are back to square one." Derek said, throwing his pen on the table. Everyone was frustrated that they were missing on of their own, this just wasn't okay.
"He's a step ahead of us, we don't even know where she was taken from." JJ said, sighing.
"Reid, where would Addison go to cool herself down or relax?"
Spencer thought for a moment. He wanted to believe that Addison was maintaining her sobriety, but with this circumstance he was not entirely sure.
"She has a drinking problem…she has since Declan came into her life…I hate to say this…but I almost guarantee she went to a bar." Spencer replied, sad.
"I clearly don't know my daughter in a way that you do, Spencer." David said meanly.
"Penelope look up the closest bars to Addison's apartment." Hotch spoke, breaking the tension building in the air.
"Addie wouldn't get drunk when Hannah's missing…that's not her." David was having a hard time wrapping his head around everything.
Spencer stopped himself from saying something he might regret.
"So why would Addison go to a bar if she wasn't really going to drink?" Derek asked the team.
"Her credit card was charged at a family run bar a block away from Addison's home." Penelope finally spoke.
"Did it say what she ordered? Is there a way we can find out?"
"It says she ordered straight Vodka. And I watched the security footage; the little thing downed the drink like a champ. She didn't look happy about it though." She replied.
"That's because she doesn't like straight vodka." Spencer said.
Penelope then put the security footage on the big screen for the whole team to see.
"So it all seems normal except the fact that she's really fidgety." David said as they watched.
"Look, there." Derek said.
"That's got to be Declan." Spencer said.
"He had a gun to her back."
"She wasn't expecting the gun." Spencer thought aloud.
"What makes you say that?"
"The way she drops her glass." Spencer replied.
"She went willingly."
Spencer didn't like seeing the footage. It made him worry even more about not only the love of his life, but Hannah too. They needed to find her, and quick.
"I want you to cook." Declan ordered, the meanness in his voice was terrifying.
"What would you like, master asshole?" Addison was fed up with his crap. She wanted to be back in Spencer's arms. Not the guy who made her feel the lowest she could.
"Talk to me with that attitude again and I'll slash your throat right open. Now go make a traditional Italian meal for me, now."
Addison felt like she was back undercover in the human trafficking ring. Declan not only stripped her of what made her Addison, but he refused to let her wear her own clothes. Addison was wearing a plain white bra that was a cup size too small, and lace panties that were too revealing for her taste. She felt completely exposed and embarrassed to look this way around Hannah the few times she's allowed to be around her.
"Where are you going?" Addison asked as she cooked.
"None of your business." Declan blurted, going into another room. She was just relieved he didn't enter where he's keeping Hannah.
Addison finished the meal, and set the table for three; hopeful that Hannah was able to eat with them.
"The food is ready." Addison said softly through the door.
"Come in, Addison."
She slowly walked into the room. It was a small room, but clearly the master bedroom. There was only a queen sized bed, no other furniture. She noticed right away he was shirtless on his bed.
"Come here, sit." Declan patted a spot right next to him.
"I would rather stand if you don't mind."
Declan looked up at her, his eyes blazing. Addison had the natural instinct to run, but was suddenly thrown onto the bed.
"Please…don't do this." Addison was in tears because she knew what was about to happen.
"Shhh, don't speak." Declan threw her bra across the room.
"No, please stop." She sobbed.
"Never" He said as he slammed himself inside of her.
All she wanted was for this to be a dream.
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