It has been almost three months, since Natashia's abduction. Hotch has not stopped the search but Reid is simply brushing it off, Thanksgiving is in almost a month and Hotch wants her home by now. Garcia is in witness protection and JJ said came back from maternity leave, he is sitting in his office thinking about how he can repair his damaged family. Before Garcia left, she said she found warehouses that Vadim owned; he searched all four of them twice and found nothing. br /br / Natashia is chained to a wall, her face bloodied and her clothes torn; she doesn't remember how long she has been gone. The only thing keeping her running is her love for Mercy, she knows she has to get to her one way or another. So next time, Darin comes in for her; she is giving him all she has left. Moving her fingers, she feels the chains on her arms shift; if she can just loosen the knot then she can get out. Her muscles are throbbing and her vision blurry but she doesn't care, as soon as she gets the chain undone. She slips her hands out before cringing at the loud noise of the chains hitting the ground. Bending down she unties the rope around her ankles and then looks around the room for any weapon, seeing a crowbar and only chains. She wraps the chains around her fist and grabs the crowbar as she hears footsteps approaching, she quickly hides behind the boxes behind the door covering her hand with her mouth. The metal door creeps open and Darin draws his gun once he sees the rope on the floor and her nowhere to be seen."Nata, let's not play these games" he taunts walking around the room. She moves carefully to her lie on her stomach, grateful for so many boxes. Using the crowbar, she digs a whole into the box and pulls it with her finger to see it's full of bullets. Taking like five out as he gets closer to her, his back turned in her direction; she tosses three of them across the room making them hit the wall. He turns and walks in that direction raising his gun up, she slowly creeps out from behind the boxes. She cautiously takes steps behind him, he shoots three times at the boxes in front of him. He doesn't see any blood or hear a body drop, Darin stops walking and turns around realizing that she is behind him. Natashia ducks so his arm swings over her head, she then hits his wrist hard as she can with the crowbar making him drop the gun. Bringing her fist back and then connecting it with his jaw, he stumbles back onto the ground. Natashia makes a run for his gun, but he is fast and grabs her by the neck throwing her against the wall before punching her twice in her side. She groans in pain but brings her elbow back hitting him directly in the eye."You bitch" he snarls pulling out a knife from his back pocket. Natashia holds the crowbar and her hand with the metal wrapped around it up in a defensive stance."You hit me, I fight back. Either way you are going to die today" she taunts."Not if I kill you first" Darin says and charges at her with the / br / Natashia moves her shoulder to the side and delivers a kick to his face, he growls and wraps his hand around her throat squeezing tightly. She gasps dropping the crowbar as he lifts her feet off the ground."You are pathetic" he snarls in her ear. She brings her head forward so it knocks against his, he lets her go as blood slides down the middle of his face. She runs over tackling him by the waist until she is on top, bringing her fist back. She connects it to his face repeatedly, until his face is a blood mess."You don't win" she snarls when a sharp pain hits her stomach. She looks down to see he has lodged the blade right under her navel, she looks at him shocked before falling on her back as he yanks the blade out. She gasps placing one hand on the wound as blood soaks her shirt, her other hand reaches up above her head as she tries to crawl away from him. He stands up towering over her, a smirk on his face as blood pools over his eyes. He goes to lodge the knife in her chest."Say goodbye bitch" he snarls. Natashia reaches up grabbing the gun above her head and firing two shots off, one in his chest and one in his head. Darin drops to his knees before falling to the side, Natashia groans in pain as she has a hard time breathing. With all the strength, she has left; she moves over so she is hovering over him before digging in his pocket and pulling out her phone. Her fingers caked in blood, her vision now has white spots in it. Dialing the number on her speed dial, she puts the phone to her ear as it rings twice. Before a clicking noise is heard and the phone is answered."Aaron Hotchner" he says."Aaron, it's Nata. I've been stabbed" she says before coughing violently."Where are you" he asks?"Don't know, just hurry" she says before she falls unconscious and the phone drops out her / Hotch races out of his office and into calls Garcia on the phone, only he has her disposable phone number."Boss man what's up" she asks?"I need you to tell me how to work your tracker, Natashia just called me" he says."Ok, you need to go in my office and fire up my lap tops" she says. An few hours later, Hotch pulls up in San Francisco; he has his gun drawn and a bullet proof vest on. Yanking open, the door he walks in with his gun and flashlight raised. As he makes his way, down the hall he stops as he sees a room with a man's body lying by the door. Slowly he approaches it, he checks the room when he sees Natasha lying there. Her clothes are torn, her face has swelling and bruising; he then sees blood soaking her shirt. Checking her pulse at her neck, she barely has one. He puts his gun back in the holster and picks her up in his arms before running out of there, he hopes he makes it to the hospital on time. He will just use his sirens to avoid any / He has been in the waiting room for almost three hours now and is on his sixth cup of coffee, he tried to rub her blood off his hand but some still stained in. All he sees in his head, is her motionless body and her weak pulse. Tears brim his eyes at the thought of her not making it, a door closes and he looks up as the doctor who was operating on her walks in."Your sister is very lucky, the knife did do not do any internal damage. She has a mild concussion, a broken rib, she needed surgery because one of her lungs collapsed. I am sorry for your loss also" Dr. Peppin says."Wait I don't understand" Hotch says. Dr. Peppin tells him something that makes him fall back in his chair."When will she be able to go home" Hotch asks?"Not for a few weeks, her rib should be healed by then. She is in recovery and you may see her when you already" he says."Thank you" Hotch says before wiping his face and grabbing his coat before walking down the hall to her room.