Chapter 20
I don't own Criminal minds.
As Hotch opened the door, a fist punched him in the face. Luckily Rossi had his gun in his hand and shot the man in the arm. Rossi grabbed his cuffs and sprinted over to the unsub before he could run away. "Where is Jack?" Hotch shouted.
"Don't worry Hotch. We'll find out where everyone is through this weasel. Won't we weasel?" Rossi picked the weasel up by his neck and took off the mask. He saw a young man who looked very familiar.
When Garcia awoke. She was naked and on a wooden raft. She was in a middle of a giant pond. She couldn't see land, only water. At least if she felt thirsty anytime soon she had plenty of water to drink, she thought. Then she looked at the water. Instead of being blue it was green and she thought about it. There was probably loads of filthy animals who lived in the water. The thought of having to survive on this water was making Garcia feel queasy. Then she thought about it she had been feeling queasy for the past couple of days. Could she? No she thought. But then she thought about it. Maybe she was actually pregnant. It was possible; she had missed a period and had intercourse with Morgan. The more she thought about it, the more likely she thought she was pregnant. She had to get back to land to see Morgan, to be with the team, to be back to herself. She pushed her arms forward and started to swim.
The water seemed to stick to her skin and the sun seemed to become more intense and hotter. Even though she was in water, she was sweating. She had got a good kilometre away from the wooden raft but still couldn't see any land. Garcia started to give up! She began to lose faith and hope. This wasn't like Garcia and she didn't like it. The more she swum the more hopeless her situation seemed. She was running out of hope, running out of energy and running out of faith she was going to see Morgan or any of the team again. This sicko was going to win! She thought if they found her it would be in a couple of weeks or a couple of months before anyone found her. She was going to be unrecognisable and the police, the F.B.I and her team (most importantly) wouldn't have any evidence to pin down the sicko who had shot, kidnapped, raped, starved and dumped her in the middle of nowhere. She didn't want that! A sudden sense of determination ran through her veins. Some where the Penelope Garcia everyone knew had came back and she was going to make sure she wasn't going back down without a fight.
Out of somewhere she pushed herself to swim. She told herself not to stop until she had reached land. Near early evening she could see some forest in the distance. Even though she was close to passing out and dying, Garcia knew she had to reach land to have any hope at all of surviving the night. She pushed herself so hard. It was unbelievable. It was Garcia! She was incredible, She was a survivor! She managed to reach land before she passed out.