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'Morgan go into her... Rossi take Emily and get this letter.' Rossi nodded and left, Derek took his orders and entered the interrogation room.

'Hey baby girl.' Penelope looked at him wide eyed. 'How you holding up?' He saw her shoulders drop and knew the walls had gone up.

'Hmm I could be doing better.' She said without any emotion. 'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be, we all harbour secrets until we want to share them.'

'And I do want to share them with you but...'

'... but when you're ready.' She nodded. 'I understand and respect that.'

The door swung open. 'Agent Morgan I'm afraid I need you to leave now.' Derek stood and complied, leaving a completely disheartened Penelope behind. 'Well according to this file McClusky got arrested several times for battery on women, why did you go with him?'

'I wasn't made aware of who he was until I was too involved.'

'Too involved? With what?'

'With him!'

'In what way.'

'Oh seriously?'

'In what way Ms Garcia?'

'Sexually involved.'

'Ahem, okay so you were too involved to get out of his world... you said it was easy to disappear back then, why didn't you?'

'He wouldn't let me out of his sights long enough; he wouldn't leave me to think to myself long enough to think of how to just disappear.'

'But you still had time to get to the police.'

'Yeah but that took me long enough to get there.'

He opened the report. 'Hmm after a broken wrist, multiple breaks to ribs, why didn't you alert the police then?'

'Because he was always there, he never left me alone in a room.'

'What excuses did you give the hospital?'

'Fallen down some stairs, landed awkwardly.'

'SO you feigned stupidity to cover up for him?'

'You don't understand... it took me nearly a year to get to a police station, and when I finally did they didn't protect me, they didn't do anything for 3 days after, he took me that night, that was 3 days he had to start his fun.'

'How did he find out?'

'He knew a lot of people.'

'Okay so he got you the same day you went to the police about him and his actions. Ketamine ring a bell?' He said looking up from the file.

'Yes.'

'Why does it ring a bell?'

'Because that's what he used.'

'Used for what?'

'To make it easier to take me.'

'So he drugged you into an easy state?' She remained quiet. 'He used ketamine so you were in a drugged state where you were completely aware of your surroundings, of him but were unable to defend yourself.' She remained quiet, looking at him. 'Did he keep you drugged?'

'Initially.'

He read down the report. 'He drugged you for the first 24 hours; did he beat you within that time?'

'No.'

'He left you alone?'

'No.'

'What did he do?'

'He set up.'

'Set up what?' He pulled a photo out. 'Was it this?' He slid the photo across the page. 'And this?' Another photo. 'All of this?' He slid the third one across the table. 'He used a lot of different things on you... pain level must have been horrific... how much were you drugged for it.'

'Not enough.' She said nonchalantly.

'Are you saying he used these objects on while you were completely aware of pain?'

'Yes.'

'Well you must have thought if you got out alive you would want his head on stick surely?'

'No.'

'What were your thoughts?'

'My thoughts while he used this, and this, and all of this was that I wanted to take one last breath and die.' She said as she picked the photos of tools and equipment.

'So never a murderous thought entered you head... just thoughts of a looming death? How bad did you want death?'

'Too much.' She admitted.

'Surely death would be the weak mans way out?'

'Are you saying that you expected me to lay there and take whatever he gave all the time thinking happy thoughts?' She said anger growing. 'You have no idea what it felt like to lay there and have a man hack at your body while all you could do was cry and scream through the gag that was forced in your mouth.'

'Why did he let you go?'

'I don't know.'

'Didn't you bother asking?'

'Didn't I bother asking? You have got to be kidding me... Oh yeah I asked him why he let me go the moment he chucked me on the side of the road.'

'What about back at the place he did this? Or the on the journey to dropping you off?'

'He'd just done all this to me, do you seriously think I was in any state to have a chat with him? To sit and get answers?' She looked at him harder. 'Did you really read that medical report or are you picking out the bits you want to know?'

'Caught me out... I'm picking bits out.'

'Well maybe you should read it fully... you're telling me I could've done this, and that I did that but if you had read that report it would tell you exactly why I couldn't.'

Admitting defeat the man got up and left the room, entering the viewing room he was met with two pairs of angry eyes. 'What I am doing my job.'

'No you're not... you're bullying her.'

'I want my confession.'

'Well I suppose you look elsewhere for it.'

'You can't believe it forever.' He defended. 'She has the motive, she has the knowhow.'

'We all have the knowhow... anyone is capable but I think you need to read that report, then you might see why she couldn't do it.' The detective looked at him unconvinced. 'Everything you have said to her, everything she has told you would have made it difficult for her to even move on her own... you read the rest of that report and you'll see why she was in hospital for near enough two months... you'll see why she spent most of her time after back and forth from a rehabilitation centre.' Hotch said forcefully.

'Okay I'll go and read it.'

'I suggest you read it two or three times to get it into your head what she suffered... then I think you need to get character reports from people from her apartment and work... to see what she has turned into.'

'People can change.'

'Not with a past like that, they either get worse or they move on, moving on does not involved a murderous one off.'