I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters represented in this entirely fictional story.

I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this at the moment so I'm just making it up as I go along. I hope you enjoy finding out as I do!

Chapter twenty-one

Steeple opened the passenger side of the pick-up and pushed Finn in.

"Glove compartment. Open it. Take out the bottle and the cloth." Finn raised her eyebrows and looked at Steeple. "Oh please Agent Beckett, it's not like you don't know what to do with chloroform. On the cloth; over your mouth and nap time."

Finn didn't like what she was about to do but then she didn't really have that much choice in it all. She got herself comfortable in the seat, poured a generous amount of the liquid on to the cloth and placed it over her mouth. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes and drifted off was the face of David Rossi when he had woken her up that morning.

Steeple climbed in to the truck next to Finn. He leant over her and pulled her seatbelt over so it clicked in to place. He reached up and stroked Finn's cheek. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. But he knew different. He knew what she was really like underneath it all; so ugly. And not just the scars he'd inflicted on her belly. He was glad he hadn't touched her face. It meant that he had something he could do to her now.

Steeple had several routes out of the area in his head. He knew he needed to avoid the FBI and police if he was to be able to get the time alone with Finn that he really wanted, that this was all about.

Steeple pulled his truck in to the underground car park and turned off the ignition. He was pretty sure he hadn't been followed but he couldn't be sure. He'd better get her out of the truck as quickly as he possibly could and get her tucked away in the basement. He'd spent ages looking for the right venue. He knew he'd have to stay within the city limits. As soon as he left the densely populated area he would be easier to track. He climbed out of the truck and went round to the passenger side. He pulled Finn out and put her over his shoulder. He closed the door with his foot and headed off towards the basement.

Once he'd found the right place to keep her, he'd set about making it the exact replica of where he had held her the first time. She'd managed to get away that time but there was no way she was leaving alive this time. But then again, it wasn't him she'd managed to get away from. It was the stupid idiot he'd left to watch over her. He'd managed to catch her again by being in the right place at the right time but he'd made a decision then. He'd decided to let her go and play the long game. And now it was time to end the game.

He threw Finn on to the bed and tied her arms to the bed-frame. She was going to have one hell of a shock when she came round.

"Aaron, what are we doing here?" Rossi turned to face his friend as they pulled in to the parking lot at Quantico.

"You can't be in the field for this one Dave, you know that. You're going to have to follow this one from here."

"Hotch, you cannot be serious."

"David, do not protest. You're lucky I'm not handcuffing you to some railings. There is no negotiation on this one. Go inside, find Garcia and help her out there,"

Hotch pushed Rossi out of the SUV and drove off before he could see the look of hurt on his friends face. He didn't want to make him stay in headquarters but there was no way he could watch Rossi out in the field as well as trying to find Finn. Hotch pushed some buttons on his phone and called Garcia.

"Garcia, Rossi is on his way up to you. I want you to keep an eye on him and keep him there with you. Don't let him leave. Use force if necessary."

"Force sir?"

"I was joking Garcia. Just keep him there. Give him something to do. Make him feel useful."

"Ok sir. Yes sir. I can do that."

"Of course you can. Do you have anything?"

"Not yet sir. I have put out an APB on Steeple's truck but no hits so far. I have tried to dig in to his life and find something we can use but there isn't anything useful."

"Keep digging Garcia."

"Wakey wakey sleepy head."

Finn opened her eyes a little. She was tired; and confused. Her eyes felt like lead. She tried to rub her eyes with her hands but she couldn't move them. What the hell was going on?

"Don't force it Agent Beckett. The memories will come eventually."

What the f…? And then all the memories hit at once. She remembered leaving Quantico, Prentiss coming to her door to let her know that the team was there for her, the cop who found a way in to her house, the conversation she has with Rossi…. Oh Rossi. What had she done?

"That's it. You're remembering now. I can see it in your eyes. That's good Agent Beckett. It makes my work so much easier. Now this must be bringing back some memories. You, me, the bed. You in your underwear. Especially you in your underwear. You've lost some weight since then. It doesn't suit you. You need some more meat on your bones."

"Well that is generally what happens when you escape a psycho who carves things in to your stomach."

"Escape?" Steeple jumped on to the bed and straddled Finn. His face was inches from Finn. He screamed at her. "Escape? You didn't escape you stupid bitch. I let you go. I could have stopped you when you ran in to my car but I didn't. I let you carry on believing that all of this was behind you; that all you had to do was to get over your scars and your life would be great again. Well newsflash Agent Beckett, you don't get a happy-ever-after. There's no walking off in to the sunset for you and Agent Rossi. There'll be tears, plenty of tears, mainly shed by him as he watches your team carry your coffin. But there'll be no happy ending for you."

Finn bucked relentlessly on the bed but she could not shift Steeple from where he straddled her. His hands closed around her neck and he started to squeeze. Finn struggled. She bucked and kicked but she could not move him. He was a dead weight pressing down on her chest; knees squeezing breathe out of her lungs and fingers stopping air from reaching her lungs.

Finn stopped moving and Steeple climbed off her. He put his fingers to her neck and checked she was still breathing. He was worried he'd got a little carried away and had killed her prematurely. He reached under the bed and pulled out a camera. Time to take some happy snaps to send to Agent Rossi.