Terrified wasn't too far off in describing JJ's mood at that exact moment, actually.
Not long after she got Hope and Vivian to fall asleep while she told them the story of Robin Hood again, Baylor crept into the room and forced her to follow him, but to also hand over her gun to him. Everything about that demand was a bad idea, but JJ was had already had her second strike, and as a result, even more determined to get herself, Hope, and Vivian out of the house alive.
"What are we in here for, Baylor?"
He had brought her into what looked like Madalyn's bedroom and forced her to sit on the bed. JJ did as she was told, silently wishing and hoping that he wasn't going to do to her what he had done so many times in the past five months.
"Have you figured it out yet?"
"Figured what out?" JJ asked blankly. "That you're the reason my team even came to New York? Yes. Why you're doing what you're doing? No."
"Then let me educate you, JJ, but there is one thing that I need to say first." Baylor sat on the bed, smirking when JJ immediately scurried to the other end. "If you'd just been good from the start and taken my money to get an abortion, then things would be fine, and you wouldn't even have a broken arm."
Baylor pointed to JJ's cast.
"That is your fault."
Appeal to him, JJ thought. "What can I do to make this up to you, Baylor?"
JJ hated that she could feel her sinking back into the realm of fear in her life that Baylor occupied, but then she remembered that Emily and the others had to realize by now that she was missing, which meant that right at that moment, they had to be working around the clock to look for her and the girls.
"I'll think of something." Baylor said as idea after idea began pouring into his head. "But you know, if our talk at your place had gone the way I wanted, then I would have been able to tell you something very important, JJ."
"What might that be?"
"Not only is my firm downsizing, butthey also let a bunch of people go, including me! Do you know how long I worked at that place?"
Baylor was a touch older than JJ's thirty years, so the number that he was thinking of was very significant.
"Since you were eighteen, right?"
Baylor nodded. "And the severance check that they gave me was worth pennies! After all those years, and number like that was a slap in the face!"
"And then you came back home to start killing? Baylor, why?"
He flashed her a dangerous, crazed smile, akin to the one Madalyn had given her earlier.
"Because I wanted to, and once I started, it felt good. I really didn't anticipate the kids being in the car when I took it, but when Maddie called to say that your people were at her precinct and figuring out how to catch me, I just knew that I had to have you."
JJ said nothing because now she was thinking even more about how all she wanted was to be safe in Emily's arms.
Unfortunately, that was when an idea popped into Baylor's head, but it was more about how to mess with JJ. This was going to be fun.
"Of course, now that those people from the park are dead and my sister are dead, I have to go and round things out." Baylor continued. "I've decided to make things interesting by going after one of your own, but we both know who I mean."
"You leave Emily alone!" JJ cried. "She doesn't even know you!"
Baylor ignored JJ. "I wonder if she'll be as easy as you are... or if she'll bleed like a stuck pig. I'll have to see when I find her."
JJ wanted to scream, but no sound came out because the sound had died in her throat. The thought of Baylor going after Emily was the most frightening thing. It was even more frightening that she didn't have any way to warn Emily.
The number one thing, though, topping JJ's list of things that frightened her about the idea of Baylor going after Emily was that she loved her so deeply that she didn't want to think of life where Emily and her baby weren't there. It would be her fault if they weren't.
So a second scream died in her throat.
Seeing that she was throughly rattled, Baylor smirked again.
"I'll see you later, JJ, but first..."
He got off the bed and before JJ could even blink, he had undone the button and zipper on her pants and yanked them off her.
JJ immediately pulled her shirt down with her good hand, instinctively wanting to protect as much of herself as she could, even though the length of her shirt wasn't much help.
"I did that," Baylor told her, slinging JJ's pants over his shoulder. "So that you won't run. We won't make love until I return."
Make love? thought JJ. I don't think you know the meaning of that phrase. Emily. I just want Emily.
"See you around."
And just like that, Baylor was gone, locking the door behind him.
Sometime later, Baylor returned to JJ, his hands covered in and smeared with blood. It was only costume blood, but JJ didn't know that because in her scared state, it looked as real as anything.
"Baylor," JJ's tone came out in a note despair when she started connecting the dots. "You didn't."
"I did."
Seeing as the blood hadn't dried, Baylor climbed onto the bed and sat a little too close to JJ for her liking. Baylor's close proximity caused JJ to immediately start trembling like a scared puppy.
"That bitch sure did cry." Baylor took his time in talking because he was definitely messing with her, but the look of intense fear on her face told him that she was playing into his hands. "She also pled for you and her parents the entire time."
Hot tears poured down JJ's face, but she couldn't say a word just then because Baylor had rendered her speechless.
As Baylor told JJ his lie, the man took his time in wiping the costume blood all over her blouse and her good arm. Of course, the shirt she was wearing was white, so not only did the color show up well, but it also seeped right through to her skin. For shock value, Baylor even rubbed blood along JJ's shins, too. The one part of JJ's body that Baylor didn't touch was her injured arm or the plaster cast.
To JJ's horror, she saw Baylor's pupils dilate, an indication of his body language that told her he not only intended to have his way with her, but also that he was going to go primal... and when he went primal, he could go and go and go.
The thrill turned him on.
When Baylor looked at JJ, he expected her to still be terrified, and she was, but as the tears continued to fall, she bore a different expression on her face: it was blank and untelling.
"What?" Baylor pulled back, annoyed.
"I'm going to be sick."
That was all JJ could manage before she rolled over on her side and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor.
When JJ was finally on e, Baylor decided that he was done for the night with JJ, so he dragged her back to Hope's and Vivian's room. Before leaving Madalyn's, JJ grabbed the comforter off her bed. She was very cold now and needed to keep warm, but she also needed to keep herself shielded so Hope didn't freak out when she saw her in the morning.
The nursery housed an ensuite bathroom and JJ hid in there for awhile to work on cleaning herself up.
JJ got as far as getting the taste of her own vomit out of her mouth, but when it came to trying to clean up the blood, she gave up. She was extremely tired and had only one good hand, so all she was doing was making a bigger mess of things.
There was nothing else for her to do after that because Hope was fast asleep and Vivian would no doubt be waking soon, wanting a nighttime bottle. To kill time, she wrapped herself in the comforter and sat down in a corner of the room.
JJ didn't know if sleep would even come, although she hoped it would.
Hoping was better than nothing.
As for the BAU team, they worked through the night and well into the morning to find JJ and the girls because ever since they'd found out that the children were involved, they had to work against the clock because of the twenty-four hour rule: unless there were special circumstances, it wasn't often that abducted children lived past the first twenty-four hours of their abductions.
There was also the fact that there hadn't been anymore call-ins about murders with Baylor's MO and strangulation and stabbing, or even a ransom note asking for money for JJ or Hope and Vivian, so they had to assume the worst. It also didn't help that there wasn't any word from Madalyn, either.
It was around six a.m. that Penelope finally found Baylor's two stressors, and, more importantly, Madalyn Morrison's home address.
"Everyone!" Penelope said urgently. "I figured out where Madalyn lives!"
The others immediately abandoned their breakfast of bagels and hot beverages and got to their feet.
"Where, PG?" Emily asked.
"2576 Alison Street in Queens!"
The room was empty in a heartbeat.
