Hi guys!

Sorry it's taken me so long to post, I just wanted to post at Christmas time. Plus, I left it on a cliff hangar and wanted you to suffer. Muhahah! Just kidding! I hope you have a good holiday season and a happy new year!

"Scream, reach for your gun or make any sudden movements and we'll kill her."

I began to sit up slowly, not taking my eyes off the gun that was inches away from my face. There were two men in the room, both of them wearing hoods, and there wasn't enough light in the room to see their faces. The one that wasn't threatening me was holding Prentiss, his gun pressed against her head, and I realized that it was her desperate thrashing that had woken me up. My gun wasn't far away from me, and I knew that I could shoot it through its holster. I would have time to shoot one of them, but not both, so if I did shoot one of us was going to die. I glanced at it momentarily, and when I did, something hard lashed across my face. I managed not to cry out, but winced, reaching up and grabbing my jaw where his gun had struck me. I heard a small struggle behind me, and then a muffled thump. Prentiss had struggled against the man, and she had most likely been punished her in the same way I had been.

"Get up. Slowly." I stood as slowly as I could, and I heard another thump behind me, then the room fell completely silent. "We are going to walk down the stairs and act like a couple. If you do anything stupid, I'll tell my brother to kill your son. And then your husband. And then Emily. Nod if you understand?"

I nodded, not doubting that he would do it. He wrapped his arms around me, and the man holding Prentiss did the same. They kept their guns pressed into our backs to keep us quiet, and marched us into the lobby. They kept our backs to the security cameras, and pushed us towards the doors. When we exited, we passed another man who nodded at us, and I saw him put on a mask out of the corner of my eye. They loaded us into a car that was parked in the loading zone, and chained us to the seats before we drove. It wasn't until we drove under a street light that I finally got a good look at their faces. It was Detective Newman and the boy that had helped me with my luggage.

Seeing the recognition cross my face, Detective Newman grinned. "Didn't think it was me did you? Not even the fancy FBI can pick a killer out of a crowd."

I was furious, and even though I knew that it was a stupid idea, I couldn't resist insulting him. "Well, you didn't seem smart enough to have controlled a group of killers."

He swung, catching me in the stomach, and then grabbed my throat. "Say that to my face." Beside me, I heard Prentiss laugh, and his grip tightened slightly.

"Come on JJ, he fits our profile to a tee. He's strong, determined, commanding, clingy, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was impotent."

He dropped me and turned towards the other boy in the car and signaled for something. They exchanged a gun for some kind of short pole with a split tip. Detective Newman flipped a switch on the handle and electricity flowed between the tips.

"Emily-" I said it soft enough so that only she could hear me, but she kept pushing.

"I bet if we asked any girlfriend that he ever had, she'd say that he was controlling, and the worst partner she'd ever had."

He snarled and lunged at her, pressing the cattle prod into her shoulder with a terrifying force. She half screamed in pain before she was shaking and whimpering. I looked away, not being able to stand seeing my friend in that much pain. After several seconds, he pulled it off, and she moaned and slumped back in relief.

"Do you need it too?" He asked me, his voice soft and threatening.

I shook my head and instinctively moved back. He laughed and moved to the front of the van.

"You okay?" I asked Prentiss, looking over at her.

She didn't answer, but turned to face me as well as she could. "Do you think he'd kill me if I kept it up?"

"I think I don't want to find out."

She laughed, then turned serious. "JJ, whatever they want with us, it's not good. They're going to do things to us that we see in our case files. I am going to do what I can to keep the heat off of you, and that might mean," She paused, and I cut in.

"Emily don't kill yourself for me. I'm going to need something to hang on to while we're going through this. The team will find us."

She didn't say anything else, just closed her eyes and leaned against her seat.

We drove for another fifteen minutes before the car finally slowed to a stop. The back door was thrown open and two men stood there. Detective Newman came into the back and unchained us, while the hotel manager – if that's what he really was – kept his gun trained on us. They kept hold of us as we walked through the door to what appeared to be a large warehouse. I got desperately turned around on our way, and that was probably the point. Eventually we stopped at a large door, and Detective Newman let go of me to unlock it. The men tossed me and Prentiss in the room, and shut the door behind us. The room was dank and on;y had a single lightbulb hanging from a wire in the center of the room. It looked exactly what you would imagine a serial killer's hide out to look like. Huddled in the corners of the room were small lumps of human, people that appeared to be only a shell.

"My God." Muttered Prentiss, and I knew that she was thinking exactly what I was. If they had six victims, they had been doing this longer than we thought.