[and here's the next. I know the title to it is stupid, but I couldn't think of anything else, cuz this is like a two part chap. Anyways, I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ITS CHARACTERS, JUST MINE! Read, enjoy and review!^^]

"Alice!"

He just kept laughing as I swung at him and he knocked me down and I got back up. Sara was so scared for me and herself, she was crying uncontrollably and I knew what was on her mind. Why? Why was this happening?

He kept attacking me and throwing me down, but I kept getting up before he could go on the Sara. Got, I wanted to rest so, so much. But I couldn't, or he'd get Sara. I couldn't let him hurt a child. So I kept getting in his way and swinging until he'd had his fun. I fell to my knees as he laughed and left, chaining the door up again.

I was breathing heavily, trying to use my arms and knees to keep myself up, but I couldn't, so I fell on my side and coughed and cried, trying to hold it in but I couldn't, it hurt so much.

"Alice, oh my god, Alice!" Sara exclaimed as she stopped beside me. She was crying still, trying to check and see if I was ok. "Alice, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" she kept saying sorry until I was able to kind of say something.

"S-Sara, I'm f-" I twitched, a sudden pain in my side and then continued. "Fine. You…don't need…to worry. I won't…let…him…hurt you…." I was breathing and crying so much, it hurt me more.

"Alice, you don't have….have to do this. I…I can take it…"

"No!" I said immediately. "No, don't you do that! I'll be fine if you just stay out of the way! Sara, I'm not going to stand by and let him hurt you!"

"I'm not a child, I can take it!" she was trying so hard to be strong, like I would when I was her age, but she was crying uncontrollably. She feared the thought. "I can take it!"

"I don't care what you can take, Sara! I'm not letting him get to you!"

She kept crying into her hands and I cried silently, too, in so much pain. I couldn't ignore it and I knew it'd be worse tomorrow. And apparently, he did it twice a day…

I put a hand on Sara's shoulder as she kept crying. I had to get her out of here. The man was right, I wasn't going to last longer than one or two more days if he kept this up.

Morgan was standing in front of the door with Hotch, Reid and J.J. at his sides. He knocked and said, "Jason Mark, open there door!" they waited a few minutes and there was no answer. "Jason mark, this is the FBI, open the door!" still, no answer.

Morgan looked to Hotch and he nodded. Morgan planned to knock the door down if it was locked, but first (just in case) he tried to see if it was locked my jiggling the handle.

It was unlocked. Surprised, Morgan opened the door, hand on his gun at his side, just in case. He looked around the messy, trashed living room and then a smell reached his nose, almost making him gag, along with everyone else as they came in after him.

"God!" Prentiss exclaimed. "What is that?!"

Reid sighed. "It smells like something died in here." His eyes looked dead as he was scared who was the one who had died.

Everyone nodded, heading to the different rooms of this man's house. Prentiss and J.J. heading to the dining room and kitchen as Rossi and Hotch headed down the hall. Reid headed to a door that led to a basement and Morgan followed.

Seeing nothing in the kitchen or dining room other then trash and old food, Prentiss and J.J. called out clear. Soon, Rossi called out the same from a room with what looked like moving boxes never unpacked. A storage room, probably. Hotch called out clear also, seeing no one in the bed room or bathroom.

They headed back to the living room and, when they didn't here a clear from the boys, they looked the basement door and decided to go down as they heard Morgan say, "Guys, come here."

The stench became more overpowering as they went lower and lower and they were sure they had the right guy now. Reid and Morgan were standing on one side of the room, closest to the stairs and looking at something on the other side of the room in disgust.

"Is it her?" Hotch asked, watching Reid. Reid looked at him and shook his head. They made it down the stairs and looked to see a dead man, sitting in a chair near a small bed with toys all around it.

They were all covering their mouths by now, resisting all urges to vomit. After seeing as much as they could, they headed up stairs and outside to get some fresh air.

"Who was that?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know, you need to call Garcia. See what she's got. Maybe a brother or a friend?" Hotch said.

"I'm calling her right now." J.J. said, walking off to get far enough from the house as she could, the stench still flowing out.

They waited for a moment, thinking if there could be any reason Jason had killed a man other than a woman.

"If he's family or a friend, they may have found out what he was doing." Morgan offered. "They would have told someone and he couldn't have that."

"That or something like that." Prentiss began. "Maybe he was about to take another victim, and may have, but this man tried to stop him. He wouldn't want to stop taking women just because some guys in his way."

"But he still has Alice. Why would he go after another girl?" Rossi said, confused.

"She could be…" Hotch started, but stopped, looking at Reid.

Reid didn't believe Hotch. "No, that's not it. It takes him a week or half a week just to kill these women, and he tortures them in the meantime. There's no way he's finished." He stopped the image of his dead friend before it got stuck in his mind. "He knows we're coming after him, so he's getting worried he doesn't have much time. He's either trying to kill every girl he's had his eyes on before or he's wanting to stop us and make us think that, because we're getting so involved, we're making him kill more. That it's our fault."

"Then we need to find this man soon, or we'll be finding more and more bodies…" Prentiss said.

"So, how old did that man look to you? Was he like, a father?" Rossi asked Reid and Morgan, who had had a better look at the man.

"He looked like he could be a grandpa. He seemed around fifty or something. Think he had a grandchild who was taken?"

"Maybe."

"Ok, I just talked to Garcia."J.J. said as she returned. "She says he has no brothers and sisters and that his parents died a while back. She's not sure where the son is, she's trying to figure out all she can on him. she also figured out who the woman was. Her name is Ashley Lance. She was fifteen when she ran away from home and I'm guessing she eventually found Jason and he became her number one customer…" J.J. sighed. "A fifteen year old, having sex with a twenty year old just to make her way…" she shook her head and continued. "Anyways, one time, it goes wrong and they figure out she's pregnant. For some reason, she was able to stay with him until the child was born and even stayed after. Now, me and Garcia are guessing she needed help the child and threatened to charge him with rape if he didn't let them stay with her. And he kept them with him, having both a woman for sexual needs and a woman for violent needs. But one day, she can't take it anymore and runs off, leaving her son to take the punches. We're not sure when that happened but a year or more after she's free she accuses him of beating her and her son. He goes to jail for fifteen years, she puts her son off on Jason's mother and she has a free life, never thinking back. Then Jason's released. That's all she got."

"So, did you figure out who the man could be?" Morgan asked.

She sighed, looking down at her phone as she clicked things to get to something. "Garcia thought she had an idea of who that man down there was and it worries me."

"Why?" Reid asked and J.J. held up the phone to everyone, showing them a picture. "What?"

The man in the picture was the man downstairs, but that did not make things better.

"It's Jason Mark. He's not the killer. He's the victim down in the basement." J.J. said and everyone sighed, knowing this was bad. Their only suspect was dead.

[Omg, who is it?! I'm not sure if it's obvious to some or just unknown, but try and guess who the killer is!]