CHPTR 15 All
AN: so after the last chapter I kind of don't have specific plot notes. So I'm sorry if things get a little sketchy but I'm going to do my best. There should only be a few chapters after this and because SOMEONE insisted on reviewing my last chapter I may have to write some smut. Also I never intended to write this part and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Shawn woke to his head being crushed in. Only he was still alive so it must have been something that only felt like a terrible crushing death. The thought made him smile. He tried to open his eyes but found them already open, it was just really dark in where ever he was. Shawn lay there staring at the black trying to recall what the hell was going on. It came back quickly, Lassiter, Abby, going for coffee, being attacked, reaching for Abby, and then the hit to the head that made him woozy, and being pulled into a car of some kind. "must have passed out at some point" Shawn mussed to himself.
"Shawn?" He heard a feminine voice ask from a corner of the room. Shawn pushed himself into a sitting position with unsteady arms.
"Abby? You okay?" He still couldn't see but guesstimated about where the tech analyst was. Shawn attempted to move toward her but stopped when a pain laced through his side. He groaned softly.
"I'm fine, you're the one that got pistol whipped." She replied worriedly.
Before he could respond, a door on the other side of the room opened. Light poured in blinding the captives. Shawn's eyes adjusted quickly and he could make out a shadowy male figure standing in the door way. The room was revealed to be a small bathroom, the tiles were mostly cracked and anything made of metal was now covered in rust. Like with injuries, now that he could see it, the room smelt worse.
Abby scrambled to Shawn's side. She put a protective arm over him and glared at their captor. "What do you want with us?" Abby's voice barely shook.
The voice that replied had an edge of hysteria. "He knew, how did he know?" The man moved quickly forward and grabbed Shawn from Abby's arms. Shawn whimpered in pain. With a firm grip in the psychics hair, the unsub dragged him across the floor and out of the room. Abby tried to make a grab for him but the unsub kicked her back into the stained bathtub. He shut the door with a slam.
Abby flung herself at the door, pounding on it and screaming for Shawn. It was no use and eventually she tired and fell to the floor, a mass of sobs.
In the other room Shawn had been flung on to a couch. It was old and mostly broken and smelled of piss. He was to tired to make any flippant remarks and was just barely holding on to consciousness. Their captor had done nothing but passe back and forth, it was starting to frighten Shawn. He moved to make himself more comfortable on the couch. His movement caused the unsub to turn on him quickly. Shawn flinched. "Are you a witch? I heard them say you are a psychic. Did you make a pact with the devil? Is that why you are interrupting my holy mission?" He approached the psychic.
Shawn "didn't" cower, he gave a strategic display of submission. It didn't matter much to the man, he punched Shawn in the stomach. Shawn gave a pained groan and wheezed for breath. "You are an abomination and I am going to destroy you." And in a flash of memory, Shawn knew who this was. He had seen this man before. At the precinct. He had been outside the conference room and then again at the morgue. He had talked to someone as they passed by in the hallway. The other man had called him Mitchel.
Shawn gave out a shaky cough. "You don't have to do this Mitchel."
Mitchel froze. One hand in the air, stopped mid-punch. This was Shawn's plan. He was going to stall for time.