Sorry it has taken so long for me to update, with finals and AP tests I just haven't had enough time to sit down and write. I will update soon hopefully. I don't own an thing of criminal minds. Have fun reading!

Chapter 14

Mason's eyes filled with tears, either with joy, fear, pain, I couldn't tell. Logan continued to laugh at me as I shook my head defeat knowing I made the wrong decision. I looked into Mason's eyes, trying to comfort him, trying to show my regrets. Logan saw, and he became silent, his demeanor changing instantly.

"Pathetic." He said placing his boot onto Mason's throat pushing him to the ground. Logan pressed his shoe further into Mason's neck; I was terrified at how much strength Logan had, his ability to hold a grown man to the ground with only his foot, draining the life him as he thrashed around, gasping for air. He removed his foot, and watched Mason wheeze and cough trying to regain the missing air.

"Try that again, and I swear to God you'll wish I had killed you." He spit in his face "Now get out of my sight!"

I watched as Mason clambered to his feet, running out of the room. I closed my eyes knowing my life was going to end soon. A tear dripped from my eye, slid down my face, and found a home in a cut on my cheek. The salty tear stung, I tried to focus on the pain, as Logan knelt down in front of me. He grabbed my chin, pulling my face against his, and pressing his lips unto mine. His tongue forcing into my mouth, I tried to pull away from him, but couldn't beat his strength.

His grip on my chin tightened, as he pressed against me further. I squirmed trying to get away, I felt myself being pressed closer to the ground, and I knew what would happen next. I felt his tongue enter my mouth again; I knew this was my only chance. I bit down, feeling the warm splash of his blood- I knew I had succeeded. Logan released his grasp, and pulled away. He showed his teeth a bloody mess and smiled, spitting his blood into my face. He laughed licking the blood from his lips. He pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of my torso. Logan started to close the space between him and me, but stopped when we heard gunshots echoing from outside the room.

The team jumped into the black SUVs and sped off from the police station.

"We're coming JayJe" Derek whispered as he cocked his gun.

The team flew down the dirt road that led to a small-secluded compound.

"Derek, I know that you want to help find JayJe, but I want you to-" Hotch began from the driver's seat

"No! Your not making me stay outside and wait. I am going in there, I am going to save JayJe. I promised her I would come back for her. And this is one promise I intend to keep. You can suspend me when we get back for not following orders, but I am going." Derek yelled in the vehicle.

Derek sat there in silence watching the trees ly by as the team came closer to the compound. When Derek saw the compound nearing their sights, he knew Hotch would lock the door when the car came closer to the compound.

"I'm coming for you." He muttered under his breath while opening the door and rolled out of the speeding vehicle.

"Dammit!" Blake said barely missing Derek's shirt as he fell out of the vehicle. "Don't stop." She stated to Hotch watching Derek regain his footing and sprint off towards the compound.

Derek busted through the trees sprinting towards the compound. He made it to the edge of the tree line surrounding the property; he looked to his left trying to see if the rest of his team had caught up to him, and then quickly glanced around looking for surveillance cameras or traps. He took a deep breath and sauntered over to the building's wall, the wall was completely white except for a locked metal door, pressing his back against the wall he waited a few seconds then shot the lock on the door, and slipped into the compound.

Mason sat in an old wooden chair, focused on the gun he had taken apart. He checked the clock and then hurriedly put the gun back together, placing it onto the table when he had finished and checked the clock again.

"9 seconds" He whispered scribbling the number onto a piece of paper

He looked up at the monitor sitting on the table, Mason dropped the pencil as he watched a man slip into the building wearing a Kevlar vest with his gun drawn. Grabbing the pistol, Mason frequently glanced at the monitor, while his finger fluttered over the trigger awaiting the man to enter the room. Derek's head peaked around the corner, Mason shot off a round that barely missed Derek's head. Mason moved around the wooden chair, placing himself behind a couch for protection. Derek peaked his head into the room again, nearly getting shot again by Mason. Derek took a deep breath and ran into the room. Bullets flying past him, he managed to duck behind a large chair. Derek peaked around the right side of the chair, and shot his weapon.

"Shit!" Mason screamed in pain as one of Derek's shots had found its mark in his leg. Derek scrambled over to the metal table and flipped it on its side, while Mason regained his composure.

"I have to say, JayJe is much more fun than what you were." Mason laughed, Derek shot his weapon twice at the voice. "Her pleads for help, her cries wanting us to stop." Mason continued "What I enjoyed most was listening to her screams of agony, when I dug my knife into her neck and chest. Oh she's such a fighter. Well was." He laughed. Derek shot three more bullets into the couch in retaliation.

Derek didn't know how many shots Mason had left, he checked his own magazine, 7, he looked over the table noticing a small pool of blood creeping around the couch, I have to do something.

"What a man you are, leaving her by herself." Mason continued "You've made a profile for us, why would you leave a woman alone with two men known for their hatred towards women? How could a man do that?" He asked

Derek scrambled to his feet running towards the couch. "Drop it!" Derek yelled showing his gun, but Mason wasn't there.

Mason jumped on top of Derek's back, forcing him to the ground, dropping his gun. Derek reached for his weapon, and Mason kicked it just out of his reach while throwing punches into Derek's face. Blood gushed out of Derek's nose and mouth, he tried to shield his face from the bombardment of attacks. Mason scrambled to his feet grabbing the gun, he pointed it at Derek who was still trying to recover from the punches to the head.

"Time to finish what we started." Mason sneered

Four shots rang out in the room, blood spurting onto the couch and ground.