Chapter 21 – Missing Agents and Negotiations

Hotchner was examining the pin-up board when Rossi appeared out of no where and said "Have you seen Morgan, Prentiss, or Reid?"

Hotchner looked at the other man. "No…" He thought it over for a minutes, "Now that I think of it, I haven't heard from them in a few hours."

"Same with everyone else. No one's seen or heard from 'em."

Hotchner started out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Rossi asked.

"I have to ask something about the CMPD and their department vehicles."

"So you know who I am…"

"We know a lot more then that." said Emily.

He pretended to look impressed. He began stroking JJ's hair.

"I'm not in the mood to make an agreement. As a matter of fact I'm pretty much done with talking. You see, obviously you came here because you want Jennifer back. But as it turns out, I can't let that happen."

The agents made no response, not moving at all.

"See, I say you had bad timing because, well Jennifer, or shall I call her JJ?" he left the question to hang in the air. The team tried not to look taken aback. The man smiled at their silence, "JJ and I just finished up having a very good time…" He moved his hand slowly towards her chest. "And we were about to go for a second round…" When his hand finally reached her breast she jerked away from him and the agents were able to advance a few feet but not before he had her sprawled out on the ground, over on her back and he was sitting on top of her, gun pressed to the center of her neck. "One more move, and she's gone. She's not going anywhere. I'm not through with her quite yet."

They realized then what they would have to do. There was no way a hostage negotiation could take place. They wanted JJ alive, and a entire SWAT team wouldn't be able to solve the situation. He could kill her, then they could kill him, but she'd already be dead. Reid looked JJ in the eye and saw her nearly screaming for him to not give up. He looked apologetic as he slowly lowered his weapon. Morgan and Emily followed. They raised their arms above their heads.

"Good… good… now that we're all on the same page, I would like the kid to do me a favor."

Reid swallowed hard, and nodded reluctantly.

"Right over there, where you can see many of my tools, I just happen to have a few spare disposable restraints. Do you think you could get them for me?"

Reid slowly made his way over to the "tools", never losing eye contact with the man who was still holding JJ close to him. Reid soon produced three of the restraints and made his was over to the two other agents.

"Now, before we do anything else. Go shut the doors that I know your partner left open, if you try to run, they're all dead."

He did so then came back.

"Here's what's going to happen. Your going to give one of those to your other male companion, and he's going to put them on your third companion."

Reid handed Morgan the 'cuffs. Emily put her hands behind her back and inhaled deeply, as Morgan put the plastic 'cuffs on his co-worker.

"Good now, your going to put some on him." the man said to Reid. Reid did so sending both Emily and Morgan an apologetic look. "Now come over here, I'll put the last one on you." he said softly. "You two!" he snapped at Morgan and Emily, "Sit!" they sat and Reid slowly made his way over.

Phillips stood up with JJ, and edged forward just a bit before shoving her to the ground. Reid put his hands behind his back and become bound just like the other agents.

"Good agent, good. Oh and one more thing…" Reid slowly turned to face Phillip's but what instead greeted by a blow to the head. JJ squealed, Emily and Morgan both fidgeted. Phillips cackled and grabbed JJ by a handful of hair hoisting her up and dragging her over to the corner of the room where the chain still hung from the ceiling. "Don't worry JJ. I'll be right back. I just have to go secure your friends is all."

He knew she didn't even have the capability to fight back. He just wanted to distance her from the others. Phillips grabbed Reid by the collar and dragged him over to Emily and Morgan. He had each of them stand up individually as he searched them. Morgan was first, all Phillips found were keys, credentials, and a cell phone. For Emily, Phillip's teased her, sliding his hands over her hips. JJ saw Emily shut her eyes tightly as he felt over her, and she swore she thought she saw her shiver. The only thing he found was a cell phone, and credentials, same with Reid who was now sporting a yellowing, blue splotch on his face.

He put the agents' firearms, phones, and credentials all in a far corner. He then retrieved some of the he had used on JJ and he bound their ankles and placed a piece over each of their mouths.

Then a cell phone went off. One of their phones began chiming, and echoing the large room. Without warning Phillips threw a punch at Morgan. Morgan grunted and stumbled back unprepared for the blow. Reid and Emily squirmed, trying to stop Phillips, but he just smiled wickedly and punched Morgan again. He then walked over to where his "tools" were and retrieved what was unmistakenably a crowbar. Phillips stepped on all three of the phones, then made his way over to Morgan.

Morgan raised his bound hands to try to shield his face, but Phillips didn't let that stop him. He struck Morgan, once, twice, then a third time before Emily had squirmed far enough to tug on the man's pant leg. In return she received a kick in the face. He turned to her and struck her repeatedly with the crow bar as well. JJ looked over at Morgan. He layed on the ground, she didn't know if he was dead or not. Emily was the second to fall. Then Reid.

"They didn't pick up." said Rossi who was following Hotchner down the hall.

"Detective Carigin," Hotchner started. "The vehicles you lent us, are they department issued?"

The detective had a curious look on his face, "I believe so, why?"

"Do they have GPS tracking systems in them?"

"Um… yes. As a matter of fact they do."

Hotchner grabbed for his cell phone. "One of them should be missing from your lot,, could you please give the tags of that vehicle to me?"

The detective nodded and left without another word.

"Garcia here. Talk to me."

She looked at the figures lying on the floor. The three agents, her three friends. Silent tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't even notice Phillips coming back towards her.

"Now… where were we?"

Suddenly, she was fuming, seething with rage. Angry at him for what he had done. Furious, and she had to do something. He reached over and started to grab for her when she used the little strength she had left, to pull her abs up and lift her bound legs, and kick him in the groin. He stumbled back with a "Oomf!" and she then swung her legs as to collide with his ankles and he fell to the ground. She rolled away from him, towards the three figures. She kept rolling, and rolling. She had just reached one of them when a hand grabbed her neck, and she squealed out. She swore she saw one of them stir.

"You little slut!" He took out a swiss army knife from his pocket, and swiftly cut the bidings on her ankles. Hand still tight on her neck he traveled a few feet away to retrieve the crowbar. He dropped her and hit her hard with the blunt object, but not enough that she wouldn't lose consciousness. "You… need…" she lay on the floor, sobbing as he tugged down on her pants "to…learn…a…lesson BITCH!" She struggled and kicked, just as she had the time before. Out of the corner of his eye Phillips saw one of the agents stir, his eyes fixed on him, filled with hatred and rage. He held the knife to her throat and said, "Keep on struggling bitch. Maybe one of 'em will wake up… they'll get to watch." She struggled to breathe in between her sobs.

The moment Hotchner had explained the situation Garcia had immediately sprung into action. This also included verbal action, "Oh my god, have you heard anything?" "Missing?" "Morgan to?" "What the hell were they thinking!" "Sometimes my babies have baby brains!" and finally "I have their location. It's about 30 minutes away from CMPD. Sending you the info now."

"Thanks Garcia."

Hotchner told Rossi, who told Carigin, who then told his entire team which led to SWAT being informed. Vests and amour were distributed, and the entire group started heading out. Sirens blaring, and lights flashing.

He had achieved his own victory again. The woman was paying for what she had done. She was nearly beat. He sat all three of the agents up. Only one's head hung as they were still unconscious. He took JJ and began working on her know. The knot that would lead to even more pain then she could imagine. He did it quickly, fearing that the disappearance of three FBI agents would make his time shorter.

Now that she was completely unable to move he dragged her 20 feet in front of the agents. He then took a chain from inside the wall and hooked it to the rope that was connecting her feet and hands. She lay there, the two agents looking upon the scene hopelessly, because they couldn't do anything to help their friend.