Chapter Two:

My phone suddenly began to ring. I jumped up, loosing grip of my phone and letting it fall underneath the bookshelf of hacking books I had been reading up on. Shit! I jumped down reaching my arm as far under the bookshelf as possible, getting stuck halfway under due to my fat arms. There it went again… If I don't find this damn phone, I'm never going to forgive myself. With a last ditch effort, I decided I could EASILY pick up all the books from my bookshelf rather than miss this call. With an aggressive heave, I pushed the bookshelf over, hearing the thud echo throughout the house… Luckily there was no one there to hear it other than me. Finally! I held sight of my phone and reached for it. The number was blocked… Odd. Oh well. I picked it up hit the button to answer…

"Hello?"

"Ahem.. Is this Ms. Penelope Garcia?" the voice sounded direct and in control, almost as if it were a drill sergeant commanding his troops. I felt a glimmer of joy sweep through me.

"Yes, sir this is." I responded with bubbly enthusiasm. This could be what I was waiting for.

"Okay. This is Agent Aaron Hotchner. I'm with the Behavioral Analysts Unit. I've come across your application and would like to have you come in for an interview." He said, seemingly shuffling some papers.

My heart stopped. My application? He was actually looking at my application… Out of all the things he was looking at, at this very moment, he was holding my homemade pink application. A smile fell on my face. "Ohh… Umm, yes! Yes, I am completely available to come in for an interview sir… Just name the time and place and I'll be there!" I could barely contain my excitement. This wasn't the first time that the BAU had contacted me… Apparently, I was on some FBI list and they had been interested in me…

"Okay, good." He continued to rattle of information for me about when and where we could meet. I just sat on the floor, surrounded by the books that had toppled off the bookshelf, writing down details with my feather tipped pen.

"Thank you so much sir. You have no idea how much this means to me! I will see you soon!" I practically screamed into the phone. Agent Hotchner sent his regards and then I heard this click of his phone. I leaned back into the pile of books and kicked my feet like a little girl learning to swim. The excitement I felt was euphoric. I could have just laid there in that state forever. Once I finally made myself get up, I looked at the toppled over bookshelf and sighed. Sometimes, my excitement got the better of me.

Picking up the books, I couldn't help but smile. Perhaps this was finally the change in my life I was waiting for. I've been battling problem after problem for so long, physically, emotionally and spiritually. For once, my life might be going right. After losing my parents just two years ago, I found that life was too menial to do anything. I dropped out of school and just shunned myself in my room, only coming out looking for new books to read. Books about computers. I was good with computers… Actually, I was good at breaking computers. Or at least, the defenses that surrounded them. I could break down barriers in a matter of seconds, regardless of who put them up. I hacked into CIA's computer once… I try not to mention it to people… It tends to freak them out when I associate myself with a criminal record… But come on, there are so many secrets the government doesn't like to share with us! (I really wasn't looking for those government conspiracies though. I just wanted to give the Prince a ring on the telly.)

Once the bookshelf was back in the upright position and the books were back in place, I decided that I should head out to do my menial tasks for the day such as grocery shopping and other tasks. The entire time, I walked with a spring in my step, excited for the day to come for my interview…

As he moved closer towards the bed, I could see him clearer. His outline was well-defined, despite the poor source of light in the room. He was around 5'9", weighing in at about 250 lbs. His hair was dark brown, thinly strewn around his face. It stuck to his sweaty forehead. I had known him for years. He was wearing one of his hard rock t-shirts that was too small for him, just as he had for as long as I had known him. He had no self-respect or respect for anyone for that matter. He was desperately seeking something. He sought the love of another. He had tried courting me before, but I had always denied him, trying to be as kind as possible. He just never could get it through his head that I didn't care for him the way he appeared to care for me.

"John… Please…" I cried to him, trying to plead with him to let me out… I tried pulling myself up by the duct tape, trying to get myself in a less helpless position. I was lying down in a bed with my arms bound to the bed posts.

He just shook his head at me, smiling and playing with his knife. It was the one I had bought for him on his 16th birthday. He hadn't had a party or anything… mainly because his grandfather was living off what little money he had earned in his lifetime. There was barely enough there for himself, let alone John. John Haggard. He and I had gone to the same school, never really in the same class up until high school. We became really close in middle school, eventually dating when we were in 8th grade. The relationship didn't last long though. He was clingy, really clingy. He said "I love you" after the 2nd day we dated. He wanted to be around me constantly. He couldn't stand the idea of me being alone with anyone else, especially boys. He used to tell me that it would make him mad when I was around other guys. The anger in his eyes scared me. Even at the age of 12, he had an evil in him that I didn't want to find. However, I knew that I couldn't be with him, regardless of whatever there was in him. I broke it off after 2 weeks. It was then that I realized that we were nothing alike. From the people we befriended to the music we listened to, there were no similarities. It was then that our friendship began to fall apart. Though we remained friends, it was a fragment of what it used to be. I had a hard time looking him in the eyes. It must not have bothered him because he continually looked at me.

I looked up at him, my eyes fixed on him and for once, I couldn't look away. He was still smiling, making his way over to the bed. His feet made little sound as he moved towards me. "Oh Penelope, I love it when you look at me that way…" He honeyed his words as he continued to move closer to me. I tried pulling myself back but my restraints held me where I was.

"W…what do you want?" I asked him, trying to make myself sound more assertive. My feeble voice didn't appear the way that I wanted it to.. If anything, I sounded more powerless than I normally did. His movements became more snakelike, slithering evermore closer to the bed. It was almost like he was trying to drag out the agony I was in. Suddenly, his face disappeared as he lifted his shirt off his body, revealing his lightly haired chest and a somewhat extended stomach. He tossed it across the room, but his eyes turned towards me.

"I want what you've denied me for the past eight years." His voice was no longer sweet and sultry. They were harsh and direct. I could sense a hint of anger in them as he continued. "You… I want you." He held the knife in his hand, spinning it around. I quivered with fear at his words.

"Me?" I asked him, feeling my voice sinking farther back in my throat. Without warning, he jumped on top of me, straddling my bound body with this knife to my throat. He was breathing heavier than normal. His eyes, burning with anger were slowly turning to a shade of black. I felt the blade slowly slicing into my skin as he pushed it closer to my face. The pain was stinging as he got closer to me. I cried out in agony but it came out more like the cry of a small child. He laughed again, pulling the knife away from my neck. I could feel the warm trickle of blood on my neck. He slowly leaned down and licked the blood off my neck. It was a sensation that I had never experienced before and I couldn't tell if it was a pleasurable experience or terrifying. His tongue was soft on my trembling skin as he allowed it to dance across my neck. "What.. what are you doing?" I asked, trying to get him off of me but it was to no avail. He was too heavy for me to move without the use of my arms or legs.

He continued to trace around my neck, despite my constant attempts to move him. He moved his way up my face, slowly moving from just his tongue to small kissing. My insides churned with my helpfulness. He continued to kiss me all over until he finally moved himself to my lips. Inserting his tongue into my mouth, he began to kiss me passionately, prodding me to work with him. "Oh come on…" He was saying through kisses. "Just let go, baby…" I continued to refuse his prods. I was not about to play with his fantasies. He started to fondle me, grabbing my breasts through my bra. There seemed to be frustration written on his face with my dissatisfaction because he reached over me and grabbed a pair of scissors. He began to make small cuts along my shirt, revealing my skin. With every cut he made, he leaned down and tongued it. My body quivered involuntarily. The sensation gave me goose bumps and I felt that he could sense it. Every touch of his tongue was softer than the last, making me shiver.

It took only moments for him to shred my shirt to reveal my bra but it seemed like an eternity. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I knew what he intended but I could only hope that something would stop him. With a quick snip of the scissors, he sliced my bra in half and slid it off, exposing my entire chest and breasts, my nipples erect. He smiled as he used his tongue to outline my breasts. I couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. Chuckling, he moved towards my lower half, examining the best way to remove the rest of my clothing…

I began to cry, more audible than I had previously. He moved his focus from my skirt to my face again. "Aww… baby girl, don't cry… I promise it won't be that bad…" He began kissing me again, inserting his tongue again, into my mouth, to explore. I bit down at my first opportunity and began to taste the metallic blood that began to drain into my mouth. He cried in agony, pulling his tongue away from my mouth, revealing a deep gash across the center. "YOU BITCH!" He screamed, curling his fingers into a fist and pulling his arm back. Swinging his arm as fast as he could, I felt it crash into my cheek with immense force. Worse still were the rings that he wore which were now planted into my face. I cried out, as he pulled his arm back and swung again, this time, in my abdomen. The force of his fist hitting my stomach knocked the air out of my lungs, causing me to cry out in pain and choke at the same time. This lead him to lead an arsenal of punches, leaving me bruised and bloodied. I cried out, trying to double over in pain. I had never felt the blows of an angry man before and I had a horrible feeling that this was not all that he was capable.

He finally got off me and left the room. I caught glimpse of him as he left. There was blood dripping from his fists. All I could think about was Morgan, wishing with all my might that he would come to save me.. Please, Derek… Find me. I need you.