Morgan was immediately on his feet. All of his instincts were dedicated to finding a way to protect her. His entire body tensed up when one of the men entered the room.

"Ms. Garcia, I'm Detective Morisson,"he introduced himself,"My partner brought you here to ask you about a case that you were contacted to research."

He must have noticed that she flinched at the sound of his voice, because the next thing out of his mouth was a little less uniform.

"Can I get you a drink, water, coffee?"

Garcia didn't even look up at him. He just smiled, and started circling the table.

"That's okay. I just thought I'd ask. I wanted to be be polite."

Everyone was surprised when he kicked the chair out from under her. Garcia was on the floor, struggling to get up, when his shoe came down on her chest.

"Stay down. If you're not going to converse in a human conversation, then you can sit on the floor, like any other animal."

"Why am I here?"she said in almost a whisper.

"I was hoping you would ask that. The reason I brought you, and your team here is-"

"My team is here?"the look in her eyes went from fear for herself to fear for her team.

"The reason we brought your team here," he said with obvious irritation from being interrupted,"is because six months ago, I contacted you about a case I wanted you to investigate, and I got a call, saying that I was wrong. I wasn't wrong."

"What was the case?"

"I'm not even surprised you had to ask,"he pulled a picture out of his jacket, and shoved it into her face,"do you remember this woman? Who am I kidding? Of course you don't. You only deal with serial killers. One death isn't glamorous enough for you. Let me refresh your memory."


Six months ago

"Miss Garcia, I'm desperate. Everyone says my sister over dosed, but she was found in the woods, her purse was missing, and her clothes were ripped. I know my sister wouldn't kill herself. Can you just look through the files?"

"Yes of course sir, and I am so sorry for your loss,"said an empathetic Garcia.

"Thank you,"he sighed, as if a weight had been lifted from his chest.

She hung up the phone, and began to look into the files. Everything pointed to suicide. She was a young woman, who had lost both her fiancé, and her unborn child in a car accident. Ever since the she went into a deep depression. She quit her job, she stopped going out, she even had her groceries delivered so she wouldn't have to go out. Just a few months ago she was in the hospital because she tried to kill herself with the same pills that were found during the autopsy.

She knew that this woman had most likely taken her own life, but she wanted to make sure, before she broke his heart.

Garcia left her office to go talk to JJ.


"And that's when the case left my hands,"Garcia concluded,"I had no control over what happened after that."

"Okay,"the man looked like he might show mercy,"I believe you."

The other man walked in, he was much larger that the one who was interrogating her.

"Inject her,"he ordered,"and then, go get that pretty blonde chick."

"No, please,"Garcia begged,"don't hurt her. She didn't do anything."

"Shut up,"the other one kneeled down on the floor, and covered her mouth.

When the needle was plunged into her neck, Garcia's eyes went wide, and then they closed.


The rest of the team was standing in shock. They didn't know what to say, until Reid spoke for them.

"We're not letting him take JJ,"he said with pure determination in his voice,"I don't care what the cost is."

"Reid you can't be serious,"Morgan said with a raised eyebrow,"what if the cost is Garcia? Our best course of action is to do what they want. That way we can leave this place with the least amount of damage possible."

"I am not giving JJ to them so she can be a bargaining chip,"Reid looked like he might punch Morgan.

"Garcia is already a bargaining chip, and we are going to get her away from those sons of bitches even if we all have to go with them."

"Don't worry, agent Morgan,"a voice came out of nowhere,"you'll get your turn."

Then a vapor began to fill the room.