Chapter 14

Hi everyone! Well here is the next chapter, a big thanks to everyone for the reviews, Sedna especially for her grammar advices. I'll correct the mistakes soon, and if you have any other advices, I'll be glad to have them!

About the challenge: a lot of people suggested Joshua Voert was the guilty one, and they were right, sadly no one guessed who was the other one (it wasn't Miriam). But since I would hate to have no winner, I decided the prize would belong to the one who guessed about Voert first, and this person is jenny crum! Congratulation!Send me a MP to tell me what you want, I'll try to write and post the story as soon as possible.

Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!

With the prisoners, the eleventh day:

The sun was bright and Emily could feel her throat burn. After three full days of rest (if you forgot the hours they spent standing immobile), the Peacocks were making them work again, and having no gloves or technology to help was definitely making them exhausted. Emily had been given a brow dress, quite similar to JJ's blue one. Spencer had one of John's shirt and pants on him now. They all looked now like some kind of…She couldn't even express it.

They all had got thinner now, they weren't given a lot of food, and they were doing hard work. They weren't washing a lot, just like the Peacocks, so they were dirty, Emily and JJ's hair were messy, Spencer's ones too but it was less obvious since its were short. They had bags under their eyes, from the exhaustion of work and the lack of sleep, their lips were dry from dehydration, their hands had cuts and blisters, and with those clothes, they looked even more miserable.

As usual, Charity was watching them with the shotgun, now it was a painful reminder of the last torture they endured. She wiped the sweat on her forehead, and jumped a little in surprise as she heard the crying of a beast. She saw one of the dogs approaching her, but he didn't look aggressive at all. Near her, JJ tensed, but Prentiss remained composed. He warily approached her and she stopped to move. He sniffed her hand and licked it slightly. She gave a caress on his head and he walked away.

'It looks like even this dog is aware that their masters are torturing us' She thought with bitterness.

In fact animals were the one who were the most bearable to them. They weren't aggressive, they would simply receive their food, and once or twice the prisoners had given caresses to the cows or the sheep. The moments when they were taking care of them were the ones when the Peacocks wouldn't bother them.

Plus taking care of the animals wasn't a disgusting task at all, just tiring, in contrary to feeding Nathaniel or Mary. The worse was that the Peacocks announced them they would also have to help them bathing from now on. Since they were older and more malformed, they had the privilege to wash more often than the rest of the family, which wasn't to please the prisoners. They still hadn't do this task and weren't impatient to do it.

As they were all filling buckets of water to refill the pigs watering device, Emily just behind Spencer, she saw him stop suddenly. She could hear his breathing fasten, and became immediately worried. She put down her bucket and went to him. She grasped his burden and put it down like hers, while looking at him. He put his hands on his eyes and rubbed them, she knew what it means: the headaches were coming back. Shit.

"Spencer, it's okay, it will pass."

He didn't answer he was just rubbing his head as his trembling intensified. It was as if a thousand needles were thrust into his skull, while having his brain being burned from inside and those flames like sensations were spreading into his eyes also. Waves of pain spread through his head and his whole body trembled so much he threatened to fall. She led him to a tree and told him to sit under its shadow. It wasn't much but it would better for him not to be completely exposed to the sun, and to sit down. They had found a treatment to help against those, but it had to be taken regularly, and now that he was deprived of it, they should have guessed it would come back. JJ had noticed and was going to them, as long as Charity, who was still carrying the shotgun protectively.

"What is wrong with him?" Asked the malformed woman

JJ and Emily hesitated to answer, but they had to.

"He is feeling bad. It happens sometimes, he get headaches, if he is exposed to a lot of heat and intense light."

It wasn't only because of that, but Emily was feeling it wouldn't be really useful to explain something complicated about human brain to someone who had been away form the outside world so long they didn't even have electricity. Reid was trying to concentrate on breathing to forget the pain, but hell, it wasn't easy. He cursed in his head, hell he really didn't need that to happen! They were already being malnourished, exhausted by the work and threatened with tortures at any sign of rebellion, and on top of that he had to suffer because of his head!

"Get up and continue to work. If you are not able to do so, you are no use here."

The three agents cringed at Charity's words. Reid got up as quickly as he could and went back to work, knowing perfectly JJ and Emily would keep an eye on him all the time. They threw looks at each others, they should have known this, but they hadn't thought about this other threat: if they break physically during the works, the Peacocks would take it as a sign of weakness, and they didn't want weak people. Exhausting them with work wasn't only a way to teach them the life in the farm, it was also a test. They still believed strong parents would make strong children. If they failed to pass this test, they could perfectly find their place in the private graveyard…

With the team:

Entering the lab was no difficulty thanks to with their badges; Morgan and Rossi were greeted immediately. Finding and stealing the evidences were much more complicated however. First, Morgan sent a quick message to Garcia to tell her they were in; she entered their security system and messed it up all with Kevin's help. Hotch had stayed around to distract anyone who could have come and spotted the techs' activities. Morgan had kept the doctor distracted by talking and asking many questions, while Rossi would discretely steal some of the evidences: mostly hears and samples of blood. With some bitterness, he thought that Reid would have done it better than anyone else here. With his talent for magic trick, Reid was also good at stealing stuff discretely.

When it was finally done, Rossi nodded discretely to his friend, and he managed to end this conversation without raising any suspicion. They exited the building, hiding the feeling of triumph.

Morgan phoned to Garcia and just told her they were done, the under meaning of it was that they succeeded. He hung up the phone and as he was about to enter the car with his colleague, he spotted something: red hair. Miriam was here, exiting the building. Why was she in the lab at the same time?

"Rossi, she is there."

He looked in the same direction as him and spotted the woman. That wasn't a good sign.

"Okay, we go."

"Rossi, if we follow her together, she will see it. I'll go alone and keep you informed" insisted Morgan

"No, it could be dangerous…"

"I followed her alone many times before, it will be fine!"

"Fine, follow her. I will take care of sending the sample, if anything wrong happens, call us."

The man nodded, and Morgan exited the car. Miriam was walking, and he kept a good but reasonable distance between them. What was she doing in the lab? He saw her tapping a message on her phone while walking, was she giving instructions to her accomplices? Was she telling them they had to get rid of their prisoners? He hoped it wasn't that, if it was, he would definitely snap her neck. She continued her way until she reached the building she lived in. Morgan saw her stop at the entrance and took out her phone. He wondered who she was calling and why she wouldn't do it home. He approached a little, in order to be close enough to hear.

He almost jumped in surprise as he heard his own phone ring. He answered and heard her voice in the phone:

"Hey, Agent Morgan, useless to hide, I know you are here, so can we talk like adults instead of having you watching me?"

Morgan was both feeling startled and stupid. He hung up the phone and went to her, it was useless to idea. How had he been stupid enough to let this woman see him? He advanced to her; she had her hands on her hips and looked exasperated. In normal time, Morgan would have paid attention to the fact she was attractive like this, but right now, he had more to think about. He found himself right before her and le her talk first.

"So, what's the deal? I saw two days ago you were often around, and colleagues are telling me you and your colleagues are asking questions about me. Can you explain?"

"It's me who has to ask questions, I think. Did you play a part in my agent's kidnapping?"

He intended to unsettle her, see what kind of reaction she had. Somehow he hoped to see panic in her eyes, this way he would be sure of who was keeping his friends. Instead, she looked genuinely surprised; her eyes grew wider, as if she couldn't believe what he just said.

"What? You think I have done something?"

"I do, we are sure a cop is involved, and we came in the conclusion that it could be you."

She scoffed, looked outraged and angry.

"I helped you the best I could and you…"

"It could be to avoid suspicions. Sadly it didn't work."

"Why the hell would I have ever kidnapped your agents? Why? Can you tell me that?!"

"I guess you are the best to answer that question. Tell me also why when we go to inspect some evidences you happen to be in the lab also? Are you watching us?"

Miriam looked uneasy this time, she had a moment of hesitation and blushed. She bit her lips and slightly lowered her head. This behaviour was strange; it was more the one of a kid who had something to hide than the one of a murderer that was keeping three people captive. She sighed heavily and finally gave him an answer:

"I was there to see someone."

"Who might that be?"

She was saying this as if she means a boyfriend; however they would have noticed if she had someone, except if she was hiding this relation. She stayed silent, obviously reluctant to answer. She looked around, as if to check if no one was there to hear what she would say. Hopefully for her, no one was there. The parking lot was deserted.

"Who, Miriam?"

"My girlfriend."

This time, Morgan was baffled, completely.

"What?"

"My girlfriend! Don't you get it? I'm a lesbian! We have to be discreet, I don't really care about what the others think, but she does. Seriously do you think the Leeds are the only one who hate homosexuality? That's why I visited her at work; I pretended I wanted to see some evidences. It's a coincidence if we happened to be in the same place at the same time, you and me."

She looked sincere here, and he remembered now that no cops had ever told them she had an affair with one of them. They never talk about a boyfriend either. Now that he thought about it, she had looked sometimes at Prentiss strangely, he knew what that look mean now.

"Okay. But that don't mean you don't have anything to do with it."

She threw her arm in the air, and rolled her eyes.

"Oh God, you are so dense, you…BEWARE!"

Morgan was surprised by her scream, when he felt a suddenly a great pain at the back of his skull. He fell on the ground, landing painfully on his side and rolling on his back. He wasn't completely knocked out, but his vision was blurry.

He heard chaotic sounds of yelps, and the sound of a shot.

A scream echoed, someone had been wounded.

He tried to get up, fighting against the soaring pain that spread through his head. He instinctively tried to take his gun but he was knocked out cold again, something hitting his head again. He succumbed to darkness; unaware he was being pulled by force in a van and brought away as the sun was settling down.

Some time later:

His phone was ringing and the first thing that came in Morgan's mind was to answer it, but he realised he couldn't. His head was hurting him, and he was restrained, his hands were tied behind his back. He blinked several time trying to clear his vision. The world around was mostly made of shades of gray, and among it, something like red flames was standing out.

He was in a garage, obviously. There was no car, but it looked like it, the wall was made of gray bricks, there was tools and boxes. Facing him, he could see Miriam, tied like him, and she was obviously unconscious. He saw she had a bandage of gazes on the shoulder, with blood on it. He wondered what happened to her, not able to remember well. He knew they had been attacked, he could feel dry blood on the side of his head.

"Miriam…Miriam!"

He hoped she would wake up, but she stayed unmoving. What the hell did they do to her? Who were they by the way?

He heard his phone ring again, but it wasn't in his pocket anymore, it was somewhere in a corner. Morgan wondered f he could at least reach it, but his hands weren't only tied together, they were also tied to a water pipe. It couldn't be worse. He heard rushed footsteps and the door suddenly opened.

With astonishment, he saw the Chief Corner and Officer Joshua Voert enter.

(Yeah, it's them. Miriam was only a scapegoat.)

"You didn't break their phone?! I told you to do it!" Yelled Corner at Voert, obviously furious

"I'll fix that."

The man took a hammer and crushed Morgan's phone which ringing stopped immediately. With his phone into pieces, no chances for them to be ever located, Morgan clenched his jaws before yelling at them:

"What the fuck do you want?!"

Corner looked at him and didn't as answer as Voert did the same thing with Miriam's phone, before shaking her slightly to wake her up.

"We will wait for the lady to wake up, okay?"

"Don't hurt her."

"Too late, agent Morgan."

They could hear a soft moan as Miriam was slowly regained her spirits. Voert, who was crouching to her, smirked evilly.

"Wake up little Lolita, wake up."

Those words could have been nice if they weren't laced with venom. Morgan had already suspected Voert had tried to seduce Miriam who rejected him, now he was sure it happened like this.

"Joshua?"

"It's Officer Voert now, hooker. I am your boss here." He smirked and caressed her lips with his thumb. "But if you want you can give me sweeter names…"

"Don't touch her, you fuck!"

Joshua turned to him, and snarled. Miriam was straightening her stance, now fully awake.

"You…"

"Enough, Josh," interrupted Corner. "Now, agent Morgan, I was pretty sure you and your team were suspecting something, and we heard you talk with Miriam…"

"Yeah! So the pretty little thing here doesn't like men? I am sure you didn't give us a try, I can show you…"

"Josh, we already talk about it!"

"There is no way I would let such a little shit as you put his hands on me!"

He slapped her hard, and Morgan warned him not to touch her again.

"Fuck, will you stop it! We have other matters in stake here!" Yelled Corner, furious.

Voert complied and stood up, backing away from the red head. Corner continued, addressing to Morgan.

"We hear you talk, and we know you suspect her. What else, do you know?"

"I won't tell."

Morgan had got his purpose: he needed information, and as long as he wouldn't tell, they would stay alive. Corner kicked him in the ribs, and Morgan almost let a yelp of pain come out. Hopefully, he contained it.

"What the hell have you done with our colleagues?"

"Tell me what I want to know and you will have you information."

"No way."

He was punched this time. He heard Miriam scream for him, and hoped they wouldn't touch her. His lips bleed slightly, but he kept his calm.

"You think you'll get away with this? Man, you captured a cop and four FBI agents."

"It's no problem! You guys were stupid enough to suspect little Lolita here" said Voert, apparently glad to show the smartness of their plan. "We will leave some of her fingerprints and hairs on your corpse, and when they will find you, they'll believe she had done it! We will hid her so no one will find her, and everyone will think she had ran away after killing you, and they'll think she had killed your colleagues and hid their corpses. We could even bring some of their hair at her home to make your team believe they had been here."

That plan wasn't bad, Morgan had to admit it. However, he noticed something among what he said: they'll think she had killed your colleagues and hid their corpses. Why not simply give out the corpses of their colleagues?

'Because for some reason, they are still alive.'

He needed to confirm that thought however. Corner was smirking, sure that this would make the agent confess.

"It's not bad. But what if they discover where you had really put the corpses of my colleagues, and find evidences it's you, you are dead."

"Who said they are dead?" Taunted Corner

Now Morgan was sure they were alive. But what for?

"Why did you even do it?" Asked Miriam with a tired voice

"That, Miriam, it's a long story that's you'll hear only if agent Morgan here accept to talk. So, what it will be agent?"

Morgan didn't answer at it, he would eventually know if he could manage to manipulate them, it would be fine. He had a feeling Voert would be easier to control, he was impulsive. Seeing Morgan wasn't talking, Corner hit him again in the stomach, before leaving. Voert gave Miriam a dirty look before following him. The two were alone, a silence passed between them.

"I am sorry," Morgan finally said, "I shouldn't have suspect you."

"It doesn't matter anymore. Are you okay, by the way? Did he hurt you hard?"

"No, it should be fine. I got worse, believe me."

"Did you already find yourself in this situation?"

"More than I would have wish. Do you have an idea of where we are?"

"As I know, Voert doesn't have a garage, because he lives in a flat, like me. Corner have a house however, and if I remember well, it's quite isolated," said she with a sigh.

He had expected it, after all, if they weren't gag, it meant their abductors didn't fear their screams could be heard. They were cops, they knew what kinds of mistake they should avoid, and Morgan knew it would only make things only harder.

"You know, the only way to know what happened to them and make it out is to manipulate them. You'll have to help me, you can do it, like with the Leeds."

She nodded and he began to tell her the few things he had profiled about them. He promised he wouldn't let that Joshua psycho molest her and he would find his friends. Corner was much more serious than Voert, and less sadistic, hitting Morgan was out of necessity, he hadn't really took pleasure in his pain while Joshua was obviously taking pleasure in frightening Miriam. The red-head confirmed he had tried several times to get in her pants, but she rejected him, and harshly. Though he often appeared calm and control at work it was obvious he wasn't so much when he was out of the police station. He would be definitely easier to control.

"Believe me about one thing: those who think their power isn't questionable are the easiest to fool."

She laughed at what he just said. It was at the same time strange and beautiful to hear her soft laughter echoes the walls of the garage. When he thought about it, their team had maybe never been in such a danger, first, three agents taken for some obscure reason, and now he and a cop were kidnapped also, only Hotch, Rossi and Garcia were remaining free. He wondered if they would get any results with the new test.

Well from now there will be more action and violence. However, I have exams coming, which will stop after the 16th January. So please be comprehensive if the new chapter doesn't come very soon.

Congratulation to jenny crum again!

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