Chapter 19
I don't own Criminal minds. One rude reference but I won't tell you what will happen.
Garcia awoke again in her cell once again. She had guessed she had been in this grey empty cell for about 3 days but it had felt she had been in there for three months. This sicko was going to pay for what he had done! She was sure of it. Either she was going to kill him or Morgan was. When she thought of Morgan, she started to cry. She was so guilty. If she had just stayed in the hotel room for a few minutes longer, she wouldn't be here. It was her fault. But then she thought about it, it wasn't her fault at all. It was the sickos fault. The sicko had left her naked and hungry. He only came if he wanted to rape her or if he wanted her to know something bad had happened. He was a sicko with no soul. She always liked to see the good in people but she couldn't see any good at all in him. "It's your lucky day. Your boss is happy to exchange his life, his freedom for you, Spencer Reid and his son's to be released. Soon you will be back with you baby boy, your chocolate Adonis, your Morgan. Don't worry if your boss doesn't do anything funny, you and all the rest of your team and their family will be fine and won't be kidnapped. They should be fine. Pity for you my boss doesn't want you for another half hour. You should know by now what to do!" The man in black undid his trousers and made sure Penelope Garcia this time. If she didn't he would just have to be violent again.
I woke up in the desert, dehydrated, all alone and naked. I felt vulnerable and knew if I didn't get some water soon I would probably die out here. I didn't want to die without saying goodbye to everyone. I didn't want to die here in this sandy hellhole! The sun was right in the middle of the sky I assumed it must have been around midday. I was all alone and scared. I didn't know what to do but I knew what I had to do… get back to the team as quickly as I could.
Hotch was waiting in his hotel waiting for his impending kidnap. He lied down in the bed. He tried to stay calm but he knew that would be near enough impossible lying down. He couldn't cry just in case anyone heard him and knocked. Even though he was going to be taken and unspeakable things would inevitably happen to him, he didn't want anyone to worry about him and seem to get in the way or even worse call the police. If anyone did he knew the unsub would kill his son. He couldn't live if his son died. His soul mate (Haley) died a few years ago and that was unbearable. If his son died, he would have to die too. Actually he would die too. He couldn't live with himself if he knew he could have prevented his son's death but didn't. He stood up and looked over his hotel balcony. "Las Vegas is beautiful isn't it?" a familiar voice said sweetly.
"Even better at night though. Why are you here David? I thought I told you to stay at the police station?"
"I am sorry but as soon as you put that phone down, me and Morgan noticed you was very withdrawn. When we asked you where you were going you was very vague. Don't worry Morgan's at the station. What did they say?"
Hotch started sobbing "David he said he would release three people of my choice if I came here and didn't tell anyone else. If there was police swarming around he would kill Jack. I couldn't bare that after what happened to Haley. I would have to die if Jack died. He is the only reason why I do what I do. He is pushing me live each and every day." There was knock on the door, both men looked at each other and nodded. They both knew who was behind the door… one of the unsubs. Most likely the leader of the gang . Hotch answered the door because he knew he would most likely shoot Jack and Rossi if he didn't answer the door.
A man dressed in all black was in the other side of the door. He had no weapon this time but he didn't have any other liberties. He could kill those liberties once he got him!