AN: I've upped the rating because this got a little darker than I thought it would. It's not too bad, but I decided to make it M just to be safe.

Previously:

Monday Morning

9:30AM

Megan was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when she heard the creak of her front door. Megan froze. What the hell? The only people with keys to her apartment were Don and Larry. Larry was on the International Space Station about 250 miles above earth, and Don was at work. Both would have knocked first anyway.

She stepped out pf her bedroom and came face to face with Antonio Marchesi.

The Madness of Megan Reeves

Chapter Six: Close to Home

Megan gave a little shriek and tried to slam the door in his face, but Marchesi was too strong. He grabbed her by the hair and drug her halfway across the living room before Megan could react. She kicked him in the knee, and he let go, howling in pain. Megan was at the front door in a flash, but it wasn't fast enough. Marchesi was on his feet with his hand clamped around her arm.

"You damn bitch!" he yelled in her face. "What the hell is your fuckin' problem?!"

He threw her across the room. Megan landed hard on the coffee table, and it splintered and broke.

"Get away from me!" she screamed and launched a lamp at him. It grazed the side of his head and he cursed loudly. He was in front of the door, so Megan sprinted for the fire escape outside her bathroom window. Marchesi caught her again. This time he threw her into a chair, which overturned and hit a bookshelf. The shelf teetered dangerously before crashing to the floor inches from Megan's head.

Though dazed, Megan forced herself to move. He came at her again, and Megan placed a kick in his stomach. Marchesi reeled backward, and his elbow made a hole in the wall.

Megan scrambled for the bathroom. Marchesi was chasing her, cursing colorfully at her all the while.

Megan had just begun to push the window up when a hand seized her hair again. She was yanked backward, and her head slammed into the corner of the sink.

Megan's last thought before the world faded into darkness was that her team would save her.

Marchesi chuckled darkly. He'd expected a fight. Megan and Emma had fought harder than any of his other victims, but he'd still been surprised by how much skill she'd gained. For a moment, he'd thought she might actually escape. Fucking bitch had probably broken a few of his ribs.

Don strode into the bullpen, his glare deterring anyone who had even half a thought to speak to him.

"What have we got?" he asked briskly when he reached Colby and David's desks.

"The whole office has their snitches combing the streets for information," David reported.

"I read Megan's file," said Colby, looking pained. She and Emma Tyler were taken just before midnight on September 7, 1994. They were held in a basement and abused physically, verbally, and sexually until they escaped on the evening of September 10. Marchesi's behavior escalated with this abduction. He held them for more than a day, and the girls reported that he planned to kill them." Colby stopped for a moment before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Both were able to provide detailed accounts, and Emma was able to draw an incredibly accurate sketch of Marchesi, which Megan confirmed." Colby looked relieved to have finished. "There's a lot more, but it's all details that you don't want to know." He looked like he was going to be sick.

Don gave a sympathetic half smile. "I know it's not easy, but I need you to go through it again and look for clues that might tell us where he's taken her."

Colby nodded grimly. "I also talked to Charlie. He and Amita will be here in a few hours."

Don looked at him sharply. "A few hours? I thought they were in D.C."

Colby shrugged. "Charlie's got connections. Apparently the director at the NSA got them on a test flight of one of those military jets that covers over a thousand miles an hour. The flight was from D.C. directly to L.A., so they got lucky."

Don gave another half-smile. "I'm going to update Anderson's team and see if they have anything. Keep going on those files."

Three hours later, Charlie stumbled over to Don's desk with Amita trailing behind him, her lips pressed together. She appeared to be suppressing a smile.

"You okay, man?" David asked doubtfully.

Charlie just sank into Megan's empty chair and threw an arm over his eyes.

The FBI agents looked at Amita, but she just shook her head.

"The damn plane," Charlie groaned.

Amita finally gained enough control to speak. "It was a fantastic experience. I really enjoyed it. Charlie, however…"

He groaned again and pulled his arm away from his face. It was a delicate shade of green. "Nothing should be allowed to move that fast. What have you got for us, Don?"

Just as Don, David, and Colby finished explaining the case to Charlie and Amita, a receptionist from the first floor handed Don an envelope. "A man brought this in for you a few minutes ago, Agent Eppes. He said it was urgent that you receive it immediately."

Don thanked her as she left and slit the envelope. He turned it upside down, and a photo of Megan fell on to the desk.

Don grabbed his phone and called security on the first floor. "Shut down the building. There's a suspect on the premises. Stay here!" he shouted at Charlie and Amita as he, David, and Colby ran for the stairs.

After they left, Charlie and Amita got a good look at the picture. Thankfully Megan was still fully clothed, but she was flat on her back, handcuffed to a bed. A gag was stuffed in her mouth, and there was a large gash at her temple. Megan's hair was matted with blood, and she was glaring angrily at the camera, a glint of fear present in her gaze.

"Oh, my God," Amita murmured.

"We have to work fast," said Charlie.

"Let's get started." Amita gathered their copies of the files, and Charlie staggered after her to the room where the FBI kept Charlie's white boards.

Half an hour later, the three FBI agents returned to find Charlie scooting around the room on one of the rolling chairs. It was obvious his balance hadn't returned to normal yet, and Don was proud of his brother and future sister-in-law for coming up with such an ingenious way to work around the impairment.

"He was already gone," David bit out angrily, slamming a fist against one of the boards.

"He was in our building!" Colby was equally infuriated.

Amita placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "We'll get her back."