Chapter 3
Emily got out of the SUV outside the police station. "Detective, could I have a word, please. I will see you inside, Jennifer." Emily asked
"Of course." Emily Trent smiled, looking a little confused
"I'm happily married to Jennifer! Stop the flirting please, we are here to solve this case. We don't need anything interfering with the case. Do I make myself clear?" Emily tells the detective
Emily Trent smiles, thinking she still has one last chance with Emily Prentiss. She steps forward and presses her lips up against Emily's lips, and lets her right hand tangle itself in her brunette locks. Pulling Emily in closer, she uses her left hand on her lower back, crashing their pelvis closer. Emily, for a moment, is shocked and is unable to move. The detective takes this as permission to proceed and lets her left hand wander around Emily's front and cups her gently between her legs.
Emily is still in shock from the detective's actions; feeling her hand between her legs, she lets out a small uncontrollable groan. Suddenly coming to her senses, she pushed the detective away, punching her in the face.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Yelled Emily wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
Unbeknownst to Emily, her wife had just stepped inside the door but remained by the entrance so she could keep an eye on the detective. She couldn't believe the detective kissed Emily. What the furious blond was apoplectic about was her wife responded to the detectives' advances. JJ sprinted down the station's steps like a possessed woman screaming, "BITCH!" At the detective and Emily.
She arrived at the two of them and punched the detective in the jaw knocking her out. Turning abruptly to face Emily, she grabbed her arm and flung her to the floor and then straddled her hips and started hitting her face screaming, "YOU SLUT!"
JJ was stopped by officers pulling her off Emily and handcuffing her. JJ was still screaming obscenities at her wife whilst being handcuffed facedown on the sidewalk
"Officer put her in a cell, please," Hotch asked
"Sir", the officer needed assistance as JJ was most definitely resisting arrest
Hotch tended to a bloody and emotional Emily who started calling detective Trent lots of things in Italian. He could guess they were not lovely by the look on Rossi's face.
Looking at Rossi, Hotch sighed, "I'm going to have to get Strauss out here; they have made this situation untenable for us. We are going to need her to try and smooth things out." Rossi nodded in agreement. Morgan nodded in conformation.
"Oh, you would agree, Derek Morgan, get your girlfriend out here for some cuddles. You can show her a good time but be careful the witchfinder general doesn't see her." Emily snarled, spitting out a broken tooth
"ENOUGH! Prentiss, shut up, that's an ORDER!" Hotch yelled, "Chief, can you please arrest agent Prentiss and place her in a cell to cool down." Hotch asked
The police chief told two of his officers to proceed and take agent Prentiss to the drunk tank away from agent Jareau.
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Hotch, Rossi, Morgan and Reid sat in the conference room in shock. Two members of the elite behavioural analysis unit are sat in police cells handcuffed after assaulting a police officer and JJ assaulting her wife. The fact Morgan was going out with Strauss hadn't even registered on the weird meter yet.
Hotch's phone rang. "HOTCHNER! Yes, Ma'am, I understand. We are stood down until you arrive, and Agent Morgan is in charge. Yes, Ma'am." Hotch ended the call
"That was Strauss; she will be here in three hours to take over the case. Derek, you are in charge until she arrives. The local police will deal with Prentiss and Jareau. We are not to interfere. I am not sure our unit can survive the Prentiss public meltdown. We are to remain in the station until she arrives. In the meantime. sorry, Derek, that's your call." Hotch announces
"Let's look over the evidence from the latest crime scene. Hotch ask the sheriff to bring in Prentiss so she can translate the note." Morgan asked
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Detective Emily Trent sat next to Emily in the drunk tank, cleaning her face up with antiseptic. She had repeatedly apologised for the stupid kiss and the trouble she had caused with Jennifer. Detective Trent held Emily's chin so she could wipe underneath.
"Enjoying yourselves, are you?" A pissed JJ asked from the drunk tank door. The police chief held her arm
That comment broke Emily's proverbial camels back and let loose her anger at JJ. She wanted to hurt her badly. Emily suddenly placed her cut lips onto the unsuspecting detectives and kissed her deeply. The detective responded after the shock wore off. Emily's hands started wandering around the detective's breasts. Emily broke the embrace looking across at the opened mouthed JJ
"That's what a real woman tastes like, not a plastic barbie," Emily told JJ, then leaned down for a further kiss.
To say JJ went ballistic would be an understatement. The police chief struggled to hold the screaming kicking agent. Morgan and Hotch ran up and grabbed JJ, pushing her back into her cell. The police chief only had a few bruises to show for her attack. He thanked god she was still handcuffed in case she went ballistic again.
"Don't worry, Jennifer. I'll send Ken around for you later." Laughed Emily
Hotch just couldn't believe Emily and JJ's attitude. "Chief, can we have Prentiss in the conference room? We need her to translate a document." Hotch asked
"Yes, but she stays cuffed. I've had enough of those two. I am so close to booking them. I promised I would hold off until section Chief Strauss arrives." The police chief replied
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Emily was escorted into the conference room by two deputies and sat down, her hands cuffed in front of her to work. Emily was still furious at Jennifer but felt ashamed about her actions that were causing the team trouble
"I would just like..." Morgan raised his hand, stopping her mid-sentence
"Save it, Agent Prentiss. We are here to find the UnSub and save the two remaining women's lives and prevent him from grabbing anyone else. If he does and they die, that's on you and Agent Jareau. The two of you promised you could conduct yourselves as FBI agents and married arguments would be kept out of your professional lives, didn't go so well earlier, did it. Two agents in cuffs in cells, Strauss on her way here. I'm just waiting to see if it reaches the press. Now you will translate this letter. Do you understand me, Agent?" A very pissed Morgan informs Emily
Emily accepted the letter and sat down, and set to work. She looked up and noticed JJ being escorted into the room, handcuffed like she was handed at the front. Both ladies still glaring at each other, each wanting to kill the other.
"Agent Jareau, you will help with the case as normal. You will avoid your wife and not speak to her. Do you understand me, Agent?" Morgan asked her with hate in his voice
The B.A.U team settled into a very uneasy discussion of the case. Emily translated the letter as a certificate of sorts indicating Elizabeth Ceron was pure of heart and could be buried as her soul was now with our lord almighty.
"That was the trouble with the witch trials. If you passed the test, it meant your death. If he thinks he is a witchfinder general, he also must have sadistic tendencies, as torturing his victims is a requirement in his delusion. It's the ideal thing for him." Emily told the group
"You should be careful, EMILY! Your warts might give you away." JJ snarks
"ENOUGH!" Shouts Erin Strauss. She glares at her two handcuffed agents, especially Emily, for spilling details about her and Derek's relationship.
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Emily and JJ stood in front of Chief Strauss handcuffed with both their heads bowed. Chief Strauss read the police chief's report about the incident between her two agents and the one detective. Shaking her head, she sighed
"Your both fired when we return to Quantico. How do you think it looks when two married FBI agents start fighting with themselves and a police detective. The only reason you are not on a plane now is your surname. The director is furious and wants you prosecuted. I've managed to talk him into letting you finish this case, but what I witnessed when I arrived." She chastised her agents "against my better judgment Agent Morgan has persuaded me to keep you. You will partner with me for the remainder of the case, with no arguments. Look at each other in a manner I wouldn't say I like you go. Your paperwork for your release from the FBI is awaiting your return. Agent Prentiss, your little outburst has gotten me transferred out of the B.A.U on my return. I'm being sent to Houston." A pissed Strauss informed the girls
"Oh, almost forgot you are still under arrest and will sleep separated in a cell for the duration of the case. You will be released in the morning and permitted to work on the case in the conference room. You can only leave the confines of the station with me. You can remain unrestrained as long as you behave." Erin Strauss smirked whilst telling the couple.
"Yes, Ma'am." Both women responded
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Ron was watching the replay of the fight between the blond and the brunette's outside the police station. He increased the pressure on his smartphone. The metal screw rotated a quarter, increasing the pressure on Rebeca's chest.
" confess and ease the pain!" He asked her
Rebeca opened her mouth like a goldfish a couple of times but just shook her head. No.
Smiling, Ron went back to his computer, rewatching the police royal rumble. He thought the tv station should have a copy, so he sent an anonymous email with the video as an attachment.
"I bewitched him. I'm a wicked witch. Please stop the pain." Rebeca weekly announces
Pleased, Ron stops the pressure and removes the chest plate allowing her to breathe normally. He leaves her attached to the rack and returns dressed in his robes "Rebeca Nurse, you have confessed to being a witch, by King James I warrant you are sentenced to death. You will be hung by the neck until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul." Ron read from his warrant. Ron moved out of sight and returned with a metal loop similar to a loop from a dog catchers pole. He placed the noose over her head and attached the tail to a mechanism attached to the top frame of the rack above her head. Unlike modern hangings where the neck was broken after a drop hangings in the 17th-century witch, era death occurred slowly and very painfully by strangulation.
Ron pressed a button on his phone, and the loop tightened around her neck. Rebeca started to thrash as much as her restraints allowed. Five minutes later, Ron unfastened the noose from her dead body. He only had one witch in the cells awaiting interrogation. He had plenty of space for his next guests.
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They finally had a break in the case; a call to the helpline had given them a name of a silversmith that specialised in medieval silver crucifixes. He remembered a strange-looking customer who bought six crosses which he thought was strange. Morgan details Hotch and Rossi to go and interview the silversmith about his customer.
"Chief Strauss, can you go and re-interview the victim's families? A fresh set of ears might help?" Morgan asked
The police chief entered the room and turned the TV on. Emily and JJ appeared on-screen, fighting out front of the police station. The B.A.U team look on in disgust at the embarrassing sight of their two agents.
Strauss sighed. "I hope you both happy overshadowing the investigation. After all, two married female FBI agents fighting is Soo much more important. Wouldn't you agree, Agents?" Strauss looking annoyed at Emily and JJ
Strauss phone rings, "yes, sir!" Strauss nods, listening to the voice on the other end. "I'll do it, myself, Director." She ended the call.
"Prentiss, Jareau, the director, has been sent a copy of your fight video. He is far from pleased. Your both returning to Quantico this afternoon, your were suspended with immediate effect pending I.A.B investigation pending possible criminal charges. I want your weapons and credentials. Then I'm taking you both to the airport. If you promise me you will both behave, you can travel un-cuffed. Mess with me, and I will have you strapped to chairs and transported, don't test me!" Erin Strauss calmly told the disgraced Agents
Emily and JJ handed over their credentials to Chief Strauss, and both promised they would behave themselves.
"We have another body. Rebeca Nurse was strangled. I have asked them to hold the scene until your arrival." Detective Winston announces
"Agent Morgan, you proceed to the dumpsite. I will take Jareau and Prentiss to pack at the hotel then to the airport. I will meet you back here." Strauss told Derek
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Arriving at the dumpsite, they look down on the body of Rebeca Nurse. Reid kneels and examines her throat
"Ligature marks are present around the throat, no broken fingers visible. No crucifix she must have confessed." Reid announced, looking under the body finding the note and memory stick. The crime scene technician places the note in an evidence bag and hands it to Derek.
"It's her signed confession." He announced
Detective Winston inserts the memory stick into his computer and plays the video file. The team watched her extended torture by the pressure plate device attached to her chest. Watching her confession to stop her suffering is heartbreaking.
"Do you think she knew she was going to die?" Detective Mark Winston asked
"I think she would have done anything to stop the pain and breath easily again," Morgan answered
The coroner motioned the Agents across and lifted her top, and showed the group the bruising on her chest.
"She has at least five broken ribs. One looks like it had punctured her left lung. I won't know the full extent of her injuries until I open her up, but I know she was in a world of hurt. Please catch this sick bastard before he kills again." He asked
"We will do our best," Hotch responded.
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"Confess! Stop your pain," Ron yelled, "confess!"
He received no answer from the screaming women strapped to the rack. He pressed a button on his smartphone operating a toe screw crushing her right big toe completely. The heavily damaged toe fell from her foot, cut free by his new adaption to his thumb and toe screws a retractable knife blade attachment.
"Confess! And stop your hurt, witch!" Ron asked
He pressed another button on his phone, and her left thumb fell from her hand.
"NO, PLEASE STOP, STOP, PLEASE!" She screamed
"Are you a witch?" He asked
"Yes!" Detective Emily Trent answered, "I'm a witch."
"Who else is in your coven?" He gently asked
"Agents Emily Prentiss and Agent Jennifer Jareau of the FBI. I have witnessed them using witchcraft." A defiantly evil detective answered
Ron pressed a further button on his smartphone, activating the remaining switches on her finger and toe screws. All her remaining toes and fingers fell to the floor. Enjoying the sheer evilness of his action, Ron was excited, but luckily for detective Trent she lost consciousness
Emily Trent regained consciousness. She was strapped to a metal body shaped stand with her arms slightly away from her sides. Her head was secured so she could only look straight ahead. Ron walked into view dressed as an old 1500 British judge.
"Detective Emily Trent, you have confessed to being a witch, by King James I warrant you are sentenced to death. You will be burnt at the stake. May God have mercy on your soul." Ron read from his warrant. Ron moved out of sight and wheeled a metal contraption in front of Emily and then brought the other half and locked the two sections around The detective.
"NO, NO! Please don't. I am a police officer; don't be stupid." Screamed Emily as she recognised the gas burners attached to the metal framework from the previous victims. Her mind was in full panic mode remembering the videos of the burnt victims dying.
"PLEASE No-o don't burn me alive!" Begged Emily
Turning on the extraction fan above Emily, he closed the room sealed door and walked to the observation window. Opening an app on his phone named Witch Roaster, he pressed the big red button. All 24 gas burners ignited around Emily. He calmly watched her struggle against her bonds futility and could see her mouth move while she screamed. Luckily, her burn room was fully soundproofed, so he couldn't hear her dying screams or smell the putrid fat Odour associated with burning bodies.
After fifteen minutes, he turned the burners off and increased the speed of the extraction fans to try and remove the hideous fat smell. He prepared the death warrant and recording of her confession and execution to be attached to the body. He knew she wouldn't be missed for a few more days as she had been suspended after her altercation outside the police station with the two federal Witches.