AN: This chapter has a sexual assault in it, and lots of cussing. Stop reading now if either of these offends you. It's time for Bob to get his. But this rollercoaster isn't over yet.

Bob pulled Penelope close to him as James raised the garage door and peeled out onto the street. He didn't make it a block down the road before they were surrounded by cop cars. James brought the car to a screeching halt and raised his hands.

"You failed me too, James." Once again, Bob raised his gun and put a bullet in the back of James' head. He grabbed Penelope and forced her to straddle him. "This way there is no way they can shoot me without hitting you." He was right; front, back or side, any bullet would go through both of them.

Bob ducked his head a little and tucked it into the crook of Pen's neck. She tried to brace herself on the back of the seat but couldn't put any weight on her left arm. She was determined not to be pressed against him, so she used her right arm to hold her off of her captor. Her ears were still ringing from the gun going off so close to her but she could hear the police officers outside yelling at them to put their hands up.

Penelope raised her hands the best she could so they could see she didn't have a weapon. If she had known just how bad she looked she wouldn't have bothered there is no way any law-enforcement officer would believe she wanted to be there.

Bob used a finger to roll the window down a little. "I will only speak to Aaron Hotchner of the FBI's BAU. Get me Aaron Hotchner or I will put a bullet in this bitch!"

He rolled the window back up. "Pretentious Penny, it is just me and you now. How should we occupy our time until your team is here? You know they are probably already on their way. That brat Jack has already called his daddy. Damn kid, I should have known better than to be nice to him."

Bob ran his hand not holding the gun up Penelope's side, brushing her breast and causing her to jump. "Be still Penelope, we would not want anyone thinking they have a shot and hit you, now would we? But I do think I have found a way to stay entertained until the gang arrives. You must remain still."

He heard a cop on a bullhorn say that Aaron Hotchner would be there in 15 minutes and he chuckled, "Guess I will have to be quick then." He slipped his right hand in between them and undid his pants. Penelope started to pull back but he stopped her. He pulled a switch blade from his pocket and flicked it open. "If you move again, Shiny Penny, I will stab you in places that can never be fixed. I am getting laid again before I die."

Knowing he had accepted his death made Penelope even more scared. She couldn't do anything as he pushed into her. Her panties had been destroyed earlier so there was no barrier between them. She kneeled over him crying, hoping the people outside the vehicle could not see what was being done to her.

Outside the car, the police had formed a circle around the vehicle and were standing behind their open car doors for protection. One of the female officers ran up to Sergeant Tipps as he ended a phone call. "Sarge, we have to something now, he's raping her in front of all of us. "

When Sergeant Tipps turned he could see the vehicle rocking slightly and the severely beaten blonde being shoved up and down. She had tears running down her face and he would have given his left arm to get her out right then, but he couldn't.

"Agent Hotchner told us to wait; this is an ongoing case of theirs. If we move in that woman will die."

The young officer shook her head in disgust and moved back to her partner. About the time the vehicle stopped moving they heard the sound of sirens growing closer. They waited anxiously until they saw two black SUV's come screaming around the corner.

Bob pushed Pen up off of him and tucked himself back in his pants. He patted her ass and said, "Thanks for the last ride. It was not everything I wanted it to be, but it did the job. Ah look, perfect timing, our friends have arrived. It is time for our last game Penelope, are you ready?"

When there was no reply he laughed again and said, "It does not really matter if you are ready or not, it is going to happen." He picked up his phone and made one more call.

"Hello Aaron, so glad you could join us. Was not quite how I pictured the end game but this shall suffice."

Penelope was so close and it was so quiet she could hear Hotch on the other end. "No Nathan, I wouldn't imagine you wanted it to end like this either. How about you step out of the car and you and I can finish this. Just like you and I started it."

Nathan snickered and said, "It took seeing me without a mask on to figure out who I was. Face it Aaron, if those boys had not gotten away, we would not be here right now. That is because I am smarter than you. I was exactly what you needed and you brushed me aside."

"Because I could see the crazy you were hiding in the 15 minutes we spent together. Why do you think they did that spur of the moment Psyche eval?" Hotch told him.

Nathan sputtered, turned red and then went completely still. This frightened Pen more than if he had gone into a rage. She was afraid her arm wouldn't support herself for much longer. She didn't want to be any closer to him than she already was. The heater was still on and it was really hot in the car. It smelled like sweat, pain and fear. She just wanted to go home, go to bed and forget all of this.

"Nathan, are you still there?" Hotch's question broke the silence.

"Of course, Aaron, but I am done talking to you. Give me 7 minutes and call back. Then I will send you back your girl. 7 minutes Aaron, not 6. If you jump the gun you will be searching for a new technical analyst."

He waited for Hotch to agree. "Fine, 7 minutes, starting now," and for the first time in their entire call history, Hotch hung up first.

Bob wanted to throw the phone but knew he would need it again. "Ok, Pensive Penny, here is your last choice. Option A is I aim my gun out the window and take out as many of your teammates as I can before the cops riddle the car, and both of us in it, with bullets. Option B is you let me jab you somewhere with this knife and then I will blow my own brains out. There is a 50/50 shot I will not hit anything fatal. Those are better odds than the first scenario. Which do you prefer my sweet?"

Pen pulled back to look at him but he pushed the knife into her side; she felt a trickle of blood mix with swear, and she remembered to be still. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She was beyond mad at this point, she was livid. "I hate you. You are the most evil person I have ever come across and there have been many."

Nathan stopped her saying, "Penelope what are you doing? Are you trying to piss me off?"

"I don't really care." She replied with frustration and exhaustion in her voice. "I just figured it doesn't matter what I choose because you already know what you are gonna do. I also only have a couple of minutes before Hotch calls back. I would like to spend the possibly last few minutes of my life telling you what a sorry sack of shit you are instead of hearing you prattle on about something stupid. Did you ever think about looking in the mirror when you were looking for somebody to blame, asshole? Of course not because you are a selfish, arrogant, ugly prick that gets off hurting other people. "

The phone rang at exactly 7 minutes, cutting off Penelope's rant. There was no greeting on either end. Nathan broke the silence first. "So Penelope, what is your choice? Option A or Option B?"

"How about neither." With speed even Penelope didn't know she had, she pulled her head back and rammed the top of it into his face. Everything suddenly felt like it was happening in slow motion to Pen. She felt the bones in his face crunch, and she felt the knife push deeper into her body. She threw herself backwards, towards the driver's chair. She felt her lung split open when his knife hit it and she gasped for air.

As she hit the back of the seat a shot rang out in the air and the right side of Nathan's head blew away and shattered glass was falling on her.