He asked for Connie, JJ thought, completely flabbergasted. For Connie, when I'm sitting at his bedside. Could this be true? JJ tried to recap Constance's behavior to figure out, what was going on.
"He doesn´t belong to you anymore, JJ." Constance said suddenly. "Will and you were never ment to be. Will is from the south, like me. We don´t belong here. And we love each other, for almost a year, JJ. Will wanted to talk to you once you are back home. Then the accident happened ... and you have to let him go, JJ. Please."
JJ had to sit down. "That´s Will's baby?" she asked flatly. Constance sat down beside her.
"Yes, it is. And we are very pleased. I´m so sorry, but Will and me, this is something special. I didn´t wanna throw the truth in your face, like that, but Will needs me now." JJ did not know just what happened to her. She felt like being slapped in the face, Will had an affaire and was having a child with another woman.
"Hopefully, Hotch and Morgan will get more lucky in the warehouse," Rossi said, frustrated. The screening of Santos apartment downtown had been a flop. Rossi worried about Gardiner, she was not stable enough to put away a kidnapping.
"There has to be a hint," Reid said to himself, his eyes wandered around the room, books on piracy, the Spanish Armada, Elizabeth I, shipping in general. Santos seemed inclined toward the Elizabethan Age. On a table stood a replica of a Spanish galleon and on the wall hung a glass case, in which there was a pistol from the 17th century, allegedly in the possession of Sir Francis Drake.
Reid pulled out his cell phone, "Garcia? I need to know if Santos has a boat. What? Boat, yacht, whatever. No? Also no investments? Fuck." Rossi looked at Reid in surprise, since when was the little genius using curses?
"Garcia, I need you to check all ships, hailing port Baton Rouge. I´ll tell you some names, ok? Try Elizabeth. Ok, Elizabeth Regina? Golden Hind? Neither? Pelican! Try Pelican, Garcia. Great, which berth? Thanks Garcia!" Reid made a little hop. "I'm sure he is holding her on a yacht. The Pelican is at anchor, Baton Rouge marina, berth 17b."
"Hold your horses, Reid," Rossi tried to stem him, "how can you tell?",
"Oh come on, Dave. Take a look around." Reid said, impatient. "He is fascinated by Elizabeth and Drake. It's got to be a boat. Drake's ship, the 'Golden Hind' was called 'Pelican' first. You see? We need get to that marina, quick."
Burghardt had listened and collected Sorensen, Miller and Kippling. "It takes about 45 minutes to get to the marina, if we make it fast. It´s outside Baton Rouge. Ideal hiding place, if I may say so. Come on, guys."
"Hector Clemente! This is Baton Rouge PD. Resistance is futile, you are surrounded!" Mitchell yelled. The answer came promptly, two shots were whipping through the warehouse. "He's holed up," Hotch said, "is there another way, maybe from the other side, Mitchell?"
"We have tried to get a plan of the warehouse, Agent Hotchner, but it's the middle of the night, I suppose, even the Government in DC wouldn´t be open right now."
Hotch gave Morgan a look, this was clearly a case for Garcia. Morgan separated himself a bit, to talk to her in private.
"Clemente, my name is Hotchner, I´m with the FBI. We know that you have kidnapped one of our colleagues, you passed with her, in the hotel, right behind my back. You were hiding her in the laundry cart. Yet you can get out of this, relatively unscathed, but if Agent Gardiner gets hurt, it will be a totally different story."
"Fuck you!" Hector shouted and opened fire again. Hotch put himself to safety, just in time. "Hotch. Garcia takes care about the plan, but Reid has a very different track. He believes, Santos is hiding Eve on a yacht, apparently Santos has a maritime tic. Honestly, I don´t believe, Eve is here."
Hotch thought for a moment, "ok, Reid and Rossi to the marina, we stay here. We can´t completely rule out, that Eve is here." Hotch's phone beeped, Garcia had e-mailed the plan.
"Miguel, come on. Why don´t we take things slow? There was something, you misunderstood, I am not averse." Eve lied brazenly and swallowed the nausea. Yet, she sat half tied on the chair, when Santos wanted to go to bed with her, he had to detach her completely, a possibility to escape would arise.
"You are so hot, Chica", Santos whispered and his hand slided into Eve's neckline. "Small and soft, that's the way I like it," he cupped her breasts and massaged them roughly. "I´m wondering, if you are wet, yet?" he asked and kissed Eve again. "For the fact that you're not averse, you are not showing a lot of passion, Chica." He gave Eve a slap. "So what?"
"I like it the hard way, Miguel, dosesn´t that turn you on? Women, pretending they don´t want go get fucked? Resisting your charm and telling you no, when they mean yes?" Eve purred seductively and most likely, she wanted to scratch his eyes out, this disgusting pig.
Santos laughed, "It seems you're a real hottie, I didn´t misjudge you." His hand found its way between Eve's legs, his fingers buried themselves in her. "You're so tight, Chica. Very nice." Santos was licking his fingers, "and you taste like heaven," he put his fingers back into her, "I am sure we will have fun."
"Drive faster, Rossi," Reid commanded from the passenger seat. He never thought, he would even miss Morgan's frenzy style of driving, but Rossi drove like a sunday-school-attendant. "It is only 5 miles to go," Burghardt reported from the back seat, clutching the handle. Even faster? He thought in horror, we're already traveling at light speed.
Eve moaned in disgust, to endure Santos fingers was already unbearable. Santos had tied her up with her legs spread, apparently he had planned exactly what he wanted to do with her. And it would not be long until he was getting to that point, the bulge in his pants spoke a very clear language. Eve looked frantically over the table and her eyes got stuck on the fork. To Santos total surprise, she grabbed it and slammed the fork into his shoulder. "You dirty bitch!" he yelled and kicked the chair to the floor. Eve banged her head on the mahogany planks and became unconscious.
Reid and the others heard Santos yelling already on the pier, "You pay for it, bitch!"
The 'Pelican' was two-masted, about 20 m long, as Reid noted immediately and apparently completely unguarded. Santos wanted to indulge in his pleasure, without witnesses, and he wasn´t expecting anyone to find him here in this place.
The agents quietly boarded.
Santos had carried the unconscious agent into the sleeping cabin. He stroked her face, "I would have preferred it if you were awake, I would really like to hear you scream, Chica. I'm sure you scream when you cum. But for now I'm going to take you this way, doesn´t matter." Santos laughed dirty and bared Eve´s breast, relish, he ran his tongue over her nipples. "Chica," he groaned and opened his pants, he finally wanted to conquer what his fingers had explored earlier.
In the warehouse, Hotch crawled through a ventilation shaft. Actually, Morgan was always the one who had fun in such actions, but in this case, Derek was just too bulky. Even Hotch had difficulties and almost permanently stuck sometimes. He stifled a cry of pain as he joined the knee. Where the hell was Reid, when he was needed, Hotch thought, Reid would fit in here with no problems.
"Okay," he heard Morgan in his earpiece, "You're right behind him. Very carefully open the ventilation flap and on ..." Suddenly, a loud rumbling and crashing was heard, the old ventilation shaft simply refused to play along. Hotch and a major part of the shaft crashed from the ceiling and buried Hector. "So you made it Morgan style," Derek grinned, he was rushing to the scene and helped his boss to get up. "You okay?" he wanted to know. Hotch mumbled something unintelligible and held his back. Mitchell and his men liberated Hector Clemente from the wreckage, he had no serious injuries, he started again, furiously to lash out.
"Slowly, my friend. Where is your boss and where is he hiding agent Gardiner?" Mitchell grabbed Hector by the collar. "Open your mouth, buddy. Or should I leave you with the agent's ? They´re pretty pissed, buddy."
"I think the remains have slain Clemente, what do you think, Hotch?" Morgan asked, and Clemente shrank a little under his gaze.
"Do with him whatever you want, Morgan. I haven´t seen anything." Hotch replied coldly and turned around.
"Hey! Hey, man, you don´t leave me alone with that guy, don´t you?" Hector asked uncertainly. "You´re cops, you´re not allowed to do so!"
Hotch turned around. "My last few hours I've spent chasing a man, who likes to execute priests. I havn´t slept least for 24 hours, my girlfriend returned to her husband and then there is your boss, abducting one of my agents because he is keen on her, and I just fell out of a ventilation shaft. So, don´t tell me, what to do, Clemente. I'm not in the mood."
"If you touch her, I´ll spread your brain all over this cabin, Santos," Reid cocked his weapon. "I won´t say that again, take your slimy, dirty fingers from her, you fucking son of a bitch."
Rossi's eyes widened, Reid knew such expressions? "I think, he´s serious," confirmed Dave and cocked his SIG also.
"That´s what I think, too," Burghardt also reported from the background.
Not a minute later Santos was wearing handcuffs and was on his way to the patrol car. Reid covered Eve in a blanket and tried to wake her.
"Eve? Come on, it's me, Reid. Everything okay?"
Eve moaned and blinked, "Spencer?"
"Yes, we have arrested him, Santos, I mean. Are you okay?"
She sat up, "I've been knocked out three times today, Spencer. Doesn´t feel very good. But I'm Ok. I guess."
"I´m going to tell Hotch the good news," Rossi grinned and left Eve and Spencer alone.
"Looks like you are going to save me all the time, Spencer," Eve said with a tiny smile.
Reid turned red, "I-I just don´t want you to get hurt, Eve, I, I care about you, a l-lot." he stuttered.
"Do you?" Eve bowed her head a little.
"I care v-very m-much" Spencer repeated slowly and had to swallow hard.
"I know," Eve said and gently she laid her lips on his. After a brief moment of shock Reid replied her kiss, she was so soft and she tasted so good, it felt damn good to kiss Eve Gardiner, Reid thought. I'll probably never stop doing that.