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330 in the morning, Rossi's phone rings. "Agent Rossi," he answers.
"Hi it's Stella,"
"Stella let me put you on speaker."
"Something just came to me—when Penelope and I were at a fundraiser for the sciences like May or so. There was this man who was odd. Derek said that he would try to emasculate me or something like that in her presence. Well he kept on calling me philosophy professor and insinuated it wasn't a real science. He also cornered her and Franklin several times offering to support all of her research."
"Is that odd?" JJ asked
"Normally a few companies pitch in to support science research because it never makes a profit. A company like Apple doesn't even back a research project 100% unless it is in house."
"I don't know his name but- He had monogramed shirts and his initials were LCW. I hope this helps"
"Do you know what he looked like," Elle asked.
"Can you come in and work with a sketch artist?" Derek asked
"Sure, be there in 30." He said as he hung up.
"Should we be concerned that he is inserting himself into the investigation," Emily asked the group.
Elle disagrees, "he has no known affiliation with the Company."
"Even though we have our issues, he is just as freaked out as me and I don't think he's apart of it."
Kevin interrupts them and says, "no one on that list has those initials," Kevin's computer dings, "Shit, we just received a new video—"
"Elle, they are escalating faster than we thought," Erin said, "have you experienced this before?"
The video begins to play and the room is silenced. Penelope is in a new outfit. She is clean; the team can clearly see the bruises along her neck, and arms. Her face is the same with a gash on her head and a cut on her lip. She is wearing bright red lipstick and a touch of eyeliner. She looks like a 50's starlet who has been beaten. She is blinking extremely slow and seems to be off balanced.
"Are you ready" the well dressed man asked as he caresses her cheek.
"Yes, sir," She said looking down. He guides her to the chair in front of the camera. They are in a new room that is filled with S&M toys and rigs. The room has whips, chains, muzzles and contraptions they have never seen before.
Before she sits down he puts his hand on her waist and says, "Now tell me the rules again," he said playing with the knife in one hand and caressing her back with the other. She stood on her tippy toes and whispered to him.
"Very good now go tell them."
She sat in the seat and brushed her bangs out of her face. She began, "This is the last video we are going to make," she said looking into the camera. "I'm playing my last game in the playroom." The man came behind her and rested his hand on her shoulder.
Hotch's phone rings he steps out and takes the call.
She continued speaking very slowly, "To leave the playroom you choose 10 toys to play with or door number 2 – the knife. I have one hour to choose but either way you will see me soon," she said smiling.
"How was that sir?"
"Perfect, " he said helping her out of the chair.
"Turn it off," he said and as she did, she sang "Beignets"
She seems more "lucid than before—could the drugs be wearing off." JJ asked nervously.
"Morgan, Cindy's on the phone we have a lead," Hotch said as he put the phone on speaker.
"Derek, I know you didn't want us to, but I couldn't help it. You did so much for me and never gave up on us- knowing I could help was just eating at me. We just came from seeing Malcolm and he gave us a name - Leif Cornell Westinghouse."
She continued as Kevin typed away and pulled up his info on the conference room screen, "He is the man who orchestrated taking the game into real life. He runs a pharmaceutical company in Delaware."
"That is the same man Stella was talking about," Emily said surprised.
Kevin, "he owns 150 warehouses on the pier of Baltimore Bay."
"He isn't on any list of ours," Elle said regretfully.
"He is on Stella's list – he attended a fundraiser 4 years ago at Penn but that was it," Kevin said regretfully, "He never attended again—well he never RSVP'd again."
Derek in takedown mode says, "we can't knock on 150 doors quietly—we don't have that kind of manpower."
"We can contact the director and let him know we need to use the satellites to scan the area. We can pinpoint them while we head over," Erin suggested
"If he is as smart as we think he is, I bet she is in an abandoned building next to his. He is free of all liability and she isn't on his property," Reid said matter of factly.
"I agree let's go- and Kevin come with us so you can direct us once inside. The only thing we have on our side is being stealth," Hotch said.
"Thank you Cindy!" JJ said
IN the warehouse, she figured that she tried to focus but the whips were floating and the knives were sparkling like diamonds. She kept on repeating to herself sir—sometimes she couldn't remember why she had to say sir but she kept on telling herself, as if her life depended on it. Sometimes a moment of clarity came through and she prayed to have full control of her facilities. She wanted to think and see things as they were. As soon as that thought came, a cold plastic hand touched her shoulder and she felt like she was floating again.
"What have you decided," the tall man in the navy suit asked as he put on his other latex glove.
"I don't know, sir," her response made him smile, "I thought I had more time."
"Change of plans you have 5 more minutes to decide."
"Yes, sir." She saw a fish catch her tears as she realized her time was over. She would never see her parents, Derek, her kids, the team again. She walked over to the knives and could no longer compose a clear thought.
"Am I so bad? You choose the knives?" he asked.
"No, sir," as she tried to explain her choice, he grabbed her and kissed her. He tasted of cigarettes and stale breathe. She tried to escape his grasp but realized how big and powerful he was and her body was too bruised and battered to put up a fight.
"You taste amazing," he said as he played in her hair.
"Leave," he said to the others.
"But we want our turn," the newest member protested.
"Now," he said simply and forcefully. When they left the room, he grabbed her again and began to kiss her again. She became stiff and scared; this was the moment she feared. Her mind wouldn't allow her to stay present she kept on floating and she had to keep on pulling her thoughts to the present. He bit and kissed her neck hard and she let out a gasp of pain.
"Undress and lie down," he said as he started to open his pants.
"No," she said as she backed away, "I choose the knives, sir."
"You won't be happy when I catch you come here and undress Penelope."
"No," she said trying to keep herself equidistant away from him but it only worked for a minute or so and she caught her. He wrapped his belt around her neck and made her gasp for her last breaths. He pulled her to the wall and tied the belt to a hook. He threw water on her, which felt good to her because of the ecstasy. Her pores came alive one by one and she felt like she was in heaven. She realized how close she was to the knives and she tried to grab one as he began to undress. One more inch, but the more she reached for a knife the less air she had. She finally grabbed one and the tray fell on the floor.
He looked up and before he could come to her, she cut the belt. She caught his bicep with the knife as he tried to come for her. His watch alarm went off and he panicked. He backslapped her and she went flying into a wall as she bounced off the wall she fell on the bench where a knife pierced through her back.
"Don't you wish you chose door number one Tsk, Tsk, —stubborn to the end, baby girl." He bent down and kissed her as he pushed her further down on to the blade. She felt and excruciating amount of pain as her tormentor kissed her as if she was his first love.
He said "Night, Night- Sweet Penelope," as he kissed her forehead.
He exited the room as she was over come with white-hot pain.
Geez, my muse took a turn, but don't worry it will be a HEA. Thank you for the reviews and the follows... i had no idea this story would be so long!