I know that I suck for taking so long to post. I have been editing this chapter for a while now because I couldn't decide how I wanted it to turn out. I am going to get another chapter out this weekend, and try to wrap it up in a few weeks. Tell me what you think and what I should do after the team rescues them. Please review because I love to hear from you. It might be kind of cheesy, so if you think it is, PLEASE tell me! I hope that you've had a good week and that you're weekend will be better!

Now my question: Do you guys have any good music recommendations? I am in love with Lily Kershaw and I have really started to like Daughtry as well.

I only woke up when I was thrown back into the room that Prentiss was stuck in.

"JJ!" She exclaimed and crawled over to me.

My entire body was screaming in pain, and even breathing made it hurt worse. I rolled onto my back, and some of the pain lessened until I started coughing. I felt like I was going to die, and Prentiss hauled me into a sitting position since I couldn't do it myself. I coughed up a mouth full of blood and slumped against the wall with my head in my hands. Prentiss stayed close to me, and I was thankful for it. Just her presence was comforting in a way that I hadn't thought was possible. I drifted into a choppy sleep, but this time the darkness didn't help me.

I was seeing Will and Henry and the team, and each time I woke with a start, thinking that I was actually seeing them, which just sent another shock wave of pain through my body. After about the fifth time, I decided that it was better just to stay awake. Behind me there was a loud click and I flinched away from the sound, terrified that they were going to make me fight again. It had just been the food doors opening and the men pushing small trays of water through the gaps. Prentiss handed me the cup, and I shook my head.

"I don't need it."

"Like hell you don't." She pressed the cup to my lips and I was forced to swallow.

It made my aching throat feel better, and I realized that I really was thirsty. I drained the small cup far too fast, and when Prentiss realized that I wanted more, she handed me the cup that had been pressed through for her. I drank it graciously and started feeling better.

Prentiss moved so that she was sitting across from me. "Are you okay?"

I shrugged and gave her a look. "As okay as I can be I guess."

"They'll find us Jayje."

I sat up straighter against the wall. "Emily, can we talk the case like we aren't living it." She gave me a strange look but nodded. "They had Hotch and Morgan's names painted on their faces too. Was it just a way to ensure that they got us on the case or is there something else going on?"

She thought about it for a moment. "I would say that it was their way to ensure that we were on the case. Emily and Jennifer are pretty generic names and could be written off as a coincidence."

I nodded and we sat quietly for several long minutes. "What would they do next? If we're following our profile, their narcissistic and would want to brag about their win."

"So how would they do that?" She asked, and I could see the wheels spinning in her head.

"Pictures, audio recording, and since Newman is a cop, they wouldn't think twice about it if he came in with something and said that it was left on his door step."

"I don't know." Muttered Prentiss, "that would be too easy for them. This whole time they've been trying to show us how smart they are. They would do something direct. Something cocky, like a live video feed."

I nodded, and an idea suddenly popped into my head. I rose to my feet unsteadily.

"Whoa, JJ, what are you doing?" She asked, leaping to her feet to steady me, but wobbling herself. Neither one of us were in good shape.

"Help me find something sharp." I said barely above a whisper.

I wouldn't put it past them to bug the room, and I didn't want my plan ruined because they heard it. We moved quickly around the room looking for something sharp enough to draw blood. I was running my hand against the wall when a small piece of stone came out. It was no bigger than a quarter, but one of the edges was pointed. I moved back to our side of the room and carefully began cutting my palm with it. Prentiss leaned against the wall beside me and blocked me from view of the door. I finished as quickly as I could and showed her the word that I had carved into my hand. Across the bottom of my palm in shaky, blood dripping letters read the word, Newman.

It wasn't necessarily the best plan, but it was the only thing that I could think of. Prentiss gave me a small nod and I quickly threw the small stone across the room. And that meant that we just had to wait. He would eventually come in and tell me what a good idea that I'd had, and that he'd do just that. When he did, our team would mind us, and this would be over. Just as I was thinking this, the door banged opened and four men stood there, Detective Newman at the front.

He clapped his hands together slowly and mockingly. "Thank you girls." My stomach sank in panic. "My original plan was just to kill one of you and leave you on the steps of the hotel, but the plan that you just gave me is a million times better." He stepped into the room and the other men followed. "This way, I can keep you alive, and still show them how much smarter I am. I have a video camera set up that will send a copy straight to your analyst at Quantico," He pause and a sick smile crossed his face, "And one to your husband."

My entire body tensed. He would send a video to Will of me being tortured. Or possibly worse.

I saw his hand coming in the direction of my head, and I ducked back just before he reached me. He lunged forward and grabbed me by the throat for long enough to brush the hair out of my face, then let go. "Don't fight me Jennifer. I can still send him a video of your death."

I took a step back and two of the men grabbed me. The other two went for Prentiss and the dragged us down the hall, this time in the opposite direction of the pit. It wasn't long before we reached a door that matched ours and he unlocked it. When we entered, there was nothing but two pairs of shackles, a video camera, and a small pile of white masks on the floor. The men strapped us into the shackles and shoved gags into our mouths. Then, three of them left the room, and Detective Newman and the remaining Unsub put on a mask. He turned to us.

"There will be no sound, and if you even try to mouth my name to them, I will kill you."

We nodded, and I made my hand into a fist. The other man walked to the video camera and pressed a button. "It's recording and transmitting live."

They really were stupid. We were FBI agents, prepared for these situations. We knew how to beat Unsubs. Some members of our team had been doing it for as long as these boys had been alive.

Detective Newman attacked Prentiss first. He almost didn't hesitate to begin attacking her with everything that he had. The shackles held her in place, and it didn't take long before she started letting out muffled screams of pain. When he got tired of kicking her, she was almost passed out again, and he resorted to more creative forms of torture. He let her down, and she slumped on the floor. Once again, he didn't hesitate. He pressed the heel of his boot against her color bone and pressed down. There was a heart shattering snap, and the room was completely silent. I looked away, but I heard him kick her a few times to test if she was really unconscious. The room stayed silent.

"Your turn Jareau." He said as he turned to me.

I shook my head in fear and shrunk back against the wall, but he only laughed. For me, he skipped the kicking, unlocked the shackles and leaned over me, sliding his hands up my shirt and. "This is for Will." He murmured in my ear.

I moved my left hand around his back, and through the gag, managed to choke out, "and this is for Emily."

I opened my hand, letting the camera see his name in full view. He stayed over me for a few moments confused, before he stood up and looked at what I was talking about. He grabbed my hand with almost enough force to rip my shoulder out of my socket.

"You little Bitch." He snarled.

I gave him my best smile, and there was a series of small cracks that came from my hand. Excruciating pain shot up my arm, and I realized that the cracking was the sound of my fingers breaking. I screamed, and it only made it worse. His knee dug into my chest, and I felt my ribs crack under the weight of his fury. I managed to look at the camera and tried to tell Will that I was sorry. I started to fall into darkness, and the last thing that I heard was his voice in my ear.

"You just made it this a hell of a lot more painful for him."