Author's notes: Sorry it took so long to get more of this down; thanks to everyone who commented, and alerted this fic. Thank you so much it helps in so many ways.
---"Here comes the Sun"--
There was always one more thing to do; one last end to tie off, and one last "T" to cross. Those agents were out of their minds, even thought the skinny kid was pretty cute. To her the sexiness came from the intelligence; physically he was nothing a woman looks for in a man. To any female on sight he was hipless, stringy, and a total social misfit. His partner on the other hand was a mainstream hottie, that man was brown sugar wrapped in a muscular body; he was obviously the alpha of the duo. The doctor was alluring in several ways, but her destiny was to be alone. Those pretty thoughts aside, she was angry since once again she had been left to work late. Rush work needed to be finished, and it was the opportune time for the instruments not work correctly. It took hours to get all her work finally done, and how she was ready to go. She turned off the lights and mused at the rising light streaming through the cheap skylights. Everyone else had left, but that was the normal action of her co-workers. Thanks to the tanking economy, no one had gotten raises in years and no one was getting paid overtime. Her thoughts of money, work, and the agents aside it was time to go home. She collected her phone and stuff from her locker and headed out to the warehouse. Once in the depot, she started to head to the door when her phone vibrated and chimed to life.
"Whoa!" She exclaimed since she was startled by the commotion.
She dug her phone out of her bag and answered it; she barely got a word in edge wise when a shooting pain entered her arm. Her hand seized and she dropped her phone. She looked down to see a crudely shaped object jutting from her left upper arm. Blood poured freely from the wound, and the pain was unbelievable. That was the last thing she saw as something stinky hit her head and she was consumed by darkness.
The team could not get to the warehouse fast enough, and when they arrived there were five police cars on site. The team was now on full alert since their call to the girl had been interrupted; from the noise over the phone it sounded like they would be too late.
Once on scene they noted several officers were milling around, and checking the perimeter. The BAU team leapt out of the SUVs armed with their service weapons and protected by Kevlar vests.
Morgan looked around. "Why are you all still out here?!"
"We were waiting for someone in charge; there are no signs of distress in or outside." The nearest officer reported. "We're currently looking out for signs of a break in, or a compromised door." She concluded.
The metal doors of the building made just busting in with a battering ram impossible, and the loading doors would take too much time to pry open.
"Well while you are out here, the unsub is inside no doubt killing his next victim." Elle spat out.
S.S.A Aaron Hotchner raised his hand to Elle; there was no time to be hostile to the officers on scene.
Just then the officers' radios cracked to life, and informed them that there was an open door around the side. They gathered around the entry way taking in the subtle damage; the door latch was broken and it swung open easily. They opted on using stealth to arrest the unsub, the agents went in first followed by the police. They walked down a short hall that led into an open space. There were tall metal shelves lining the walls all around them; there was a door off to their right. Hotch motioned a team of officers to break off to the right. The rest crept forward until they were confronted by a wide hall and another door. This time Morgan signaled to the officers to check out, and clear the unknown room behind the door. They moved down the hall and stopped as they saw a dark crimson liquid on the floor and dripping down a near by wall. Hotch looked stoically at the blood splatter dripping down the walls crudely labeled Happiness Street, and Joy Avenue.
There was pain and darkness, and out of the darkness light arose. Some where with in the light was a nauseating stench; the light grew brighter and brighter. It added to the pain in her head and arm. She opened up her eyes slowly and hissed slightly as the brilliance assaulted her pupils. She ran her right hand down her left arm and hit something hard; she pulled it out, and let it fall from her grip. She was in trouble, but she felt only pain. The more aware she became the sicker she felt; finally she rolled to her side and vomited. There was noise behind her and she was forced on to her back.
A gravely voice spoke to her. "Purge yourself of you sins; and perhaps God will be merciful." Wrenfield then ordered. "Open your eyes demon and face your executioner!"
She couldn't open her eyes to wide because of the light streaming into them.
"I'm no demon, you are you sick freak!" She said while trying not to throw up again. "My past may not be clean, but I have made peace with my sins. You and your twisted God can work out your own sins when you see him, which will be well before me." She goaded. "I won't be killed by you; I'm not some helpless drunk eco-goth." She hissed. "..and you are no holy hunter!" she growled.
To be insulted by this monster with a human face was unacceptable. The beast needed to be taught a lesson; to be tortured like it had tortured the souls of so many others.
Wrenfield reached into his arsenal and raised a silver spike into the air. "I cast you back into the pit."
He plunged the weapon down, it cut through skin with a sickening scrunch. Blood immediately pooled around the object; it had not gone in too deep. The creatures had power; that why he came prepared. A few swift hits with the hammer and the stake was forced through tendons, muscles, and bone. The monster screamed, and it was music to his ears. He preached as he retrieved another stake and pounded it into the creature's body. Silver was pure; anointed with holy oil and water, his stakes would assure that 'it' would feel loads of pain.
The group then heard the scream and a series of sharp sounds; they all looked down the wide hall, and silently they moved forward. The wide passage had doors off to the left but they were all tested and securely locked. They hugged the wall as the wide corridor opened up into another open area; they heard more loud screams and accompanying noises, and they looked around trying to pin point where it was emanating from. Finally all their eyes landing on a space separated by a chain link fence, more noise sounded off and they moved in closer. They could hear voices having a muffled exchange; through the pallets they could see two figures, one upright the second was laying on the floor. A puddle was spreading out around the prone figure; the time for stealth was running out, but they could not get a clear shot thanks to the fence and the shelves. They had to find the gate and find it quickly; Elle spotted the entrance and the team rushed in.
Agents Hotchner and Morgan shouted in unison, "FBI!"
Service weapons aimed the Agents and Authorities, surrounded the unsub and the victim. The man reeked of death, and rotting flesh, and currently he was holding a crudely made weapon above the victim's bleeding body.
The man pleaded, "Let me finish, or this beast will return to kill more innocents."
They preferred not to kill these criminals, but it was obvious that the madness driving this man was massive. They needed to get to the victim, who was lying still with several pikes sticking out of her body. The one he held now was no doubt meant for the center mass area; the target was the heart. Wrenfield reared back and drove the stake downwards ignoring the FBI's threat. Gun fire rang out and echoed around the warehouse; then there was a thud as Benjamin Pastor Wrenfield fell dead. His numerous bullet wounds smoked as he slumped forward over the girl. Elle moved forward with Morgan to pull him off the girl; one of the bullets must have hit an artery because the man was gushing like a burst water balloon.
"Get him off" Elle said as she and Hotch rolled the body on to the floor.
Morgan reached down and felt the girl's neck; there was panic in his eyes as he holstered his gun. "No pulse!"
"We need a medic in here!" Hotch ordered.
The blood on the floor was in stark contrast to the pale concrete floor, and to the alabaster hue of K.J's skin. They needed to perform life saving measures, but the several puncture wounds would make it difficult.
Morgan leaned over KJ and laced his hands on her chest. "Help me kid."
Reid cleared the airway and Morgan did chest compressions as BAU fought once more to save their victim. They worked in tandem until the EMS took over; it did no good as the paramedics could not get a heartbeat. Victim and unsub were pronounced dead on the scene.