AN: Thank you for the reviews. Y'all are amazing. What story should I work on completing next (after this one)?
This is from JJ'S POV, but hers will encompass several chapters as it is way too much to fit into one chapter:
JJ'S POV:
You stand outside the gas station, your arms crossed over your chest; allowing your mind to wander. It had been close, so close. And you close your eyes, trying to avoid thinking about what had happened a few hours ago. How your UNSUB had seemingly come out of nowhere, a knife in hand. And you had done everything in your training, done everything you could to stop him. The last thing you wanted to do was take a human life; the last thing you wanted to do was fire your weapon. But it came down to you or him, and you were not about to leave your husband and son without you- not when you could have lived. And so you had fired your gun. You had fired you gun and dropped the man to the ground instantly, you knew he was dead. It was obvious. There was no need to check for a pulse; the bullet had hit him square in the forehead.
Your team had shown up moments later, Emily had grabbed you and pulled you away. She had given you water and asked multiple times if you were okay; and each time you had replied that you were fine. After all, you were not the body on the ground.
And the guilt is still there, the horrific guilt of taking another human life. And no matter how long you have been a federal agent, no matter how many times you have fired your gun, it never gets an easier. You took a human life.
And it will forever haunt you.
You are ready to go home, the case is over, save for paperwork and documentation, there is no need for your team to have a presence here. You close your eyes one last time and think to yourself that there is one less monster in the world.
You feel the wind on your face but something else comes with it. A smell, a scent, and not one that is found in nature. It is a very strong smell, and you start to turn when you feel a knife at your juggler, feel being pulled back into strong arms and feel something press against your nose and mouth. Instantly, you try and fight, you try and reach for your weapon, but the world is quickly fading away. Your arms are restrained, and you cannot get to your gun.
The world is spinning, and you feel your knees collapse underneath you, the cloth is still over your nose and mouth. And you keep trying to fight but then, then there is nothing to fight.
There is a sharp sting suddenly on your cheek and your eyes snap open. You are on your back and your eyes focus on a man. Younger, lean, and you see the evil in his eyes. He is wanting something…
"Welcome back," he reaches over and grabs you by the neck and pulls you into a sitting position. You quickly realize your hands are cuffed and that the world is still spinning.
"Get off of me," you do not yell at him, no, you know that is what he is wanting. Instead, you use a very soft but threatening tone.
He blinks at you and you can tell he was not expecting that. "Now." You hiss. And for the briefest of moments, you thought it had worked. Until a smile cracked on his face.
"You don't give the orders here, little girl."
You do not back down and continue to stare into his eyes. "Agent, not a little girl."
"Ah, yes, we know. We have your gun… well we did, we tossed it back at that field. But we have your badge and know your name is Jennifer. What a beautiful name," he reaches over to tuck your hair back and you immediately pull away from him.
"You know I am an FBI agent." You glare at him, silently daring him to come closer.
"That I do, you are still wearing your vest." He points to the Kevlar. "Don't worry though, we will get that off of you soon enough." He bends down in front of you, just close enough. He reaches out to start loosening the Velcro when you are able to get one leg free and knee him in the groin. He goes down instantly, and you are able to get to your feet.
"FUCKING BITCH!" You hear him roar from the floor, but you do not look back. You must get out. Now. You do not know where you are at; but it is cold and dark and filthy.
Your training has kicked on and you take notice of everything. Except one thing. And that one thing tackles you to the ground, your head bouncing off the hard concrete as the significant force slams you down.
You wince and cry out in pain as your entire body is held down. Someone is holding you down and you look to see the first man struggling to his feet. He staggers over, rage evident in his eyes. Whoever is holding you down is still doing so, you cannot move.
"I was going to make this a Snuff film, but I think we need to prolong this."
And you close your eyes as you see him holding a lighter. And you only hope your death will be quick.