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"What did he do?" Fin asked Derek as they walked down the block towards a deli to grab a cup of coffee. The cool autumn air was slowly diffusing Derek's anger, however it was doing nothing to help his terror over something worse happening to Penelope while she was the unsub's hostage.

Derek looked over at Fin as they walked swiftly towards the deli. "Huh?" he grunted.

"The tech who's replacing Penelope," he repeated. "What did he do that hurt her so bad you would punch him that hard?"

He shot Fin a look that read death and shoved his hands in his pockets. "He treated her like a fuckin' prostitute," he grumbled. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, the rage and fury all of the sudden striking him again. His fists clenched into tight balls and he had to close his eyes to calm himself. The attempts he was making were futile. Nothing could calm him down. So to keep from breaking a random stranger's nose in a fit of instantaneous rage, he talked. "The asshole broke her heart. He tried proposing, she told him she wasn't ready for marriage, he left her for another woman. She tried again...he shattered her." He shook his head. "That asshole has never been worthy of her."

Fin put a hand on Derek's shoulder and forced him to turn around and listen. "You need to bottle up all this rage," he said firmly. "If you do, you'll be able to save her."

"I can't calm down," Derek admitted. "I can barely see straight right now."

"Hey, hey," Fin barked. "Get yourself mellowed out. You can calm down. You know why?" Derek fixed him with a look and he went on without letting Derek say anything. He poked his finger at Morgan's chest. "You are worthy of her. And because you're worthy of her, you are the best person to save her."

Derek was silent for a moment, trying desperately to take Fin's advice. After seconds of standing completely still, he nodded. "Alright," he said. "Let's go back. We need to get her back."

"That's right," Fin said, slapping Derek on the back. "We will."

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JJ found herself tearing through paperwork and medical files on Adam Laderman. She had everything the SVU techs could find on him. The boy had had a rough time growing up. He was in trouble constantly, he spent time at Bible camps every summer, his mother -whose maiden name he had instead of Franklin - died when he was eleven. His medical records showed he had been in the emergency room at one point when he was thirteen to be treated for injuries he'd received during an exorcism. And after the information Father Franklin revealed to them regarding his girlfriend, Tiffany Monroe leaving him for another man, it was clear he was their unsub.

"God," she breathed out. "This kid fits the profile to a T."

Olivia glanced up at her and nodded. "Here are his records from Matthewson," she said, leaning closer to JJ and showing her what she had found. "He was on so many tranquilizers, it's amazing they even considered letting him out of there."

"What was he diagnosed with?" JJ asked.

Fingering through the file, Olivia found the diagnosis and pointed at it. "Severe bipolar disorder," she said. "Psychotic tendencies."

JJ groaned. "And he's delusional right now." She put her elbows on the table and rubbed her temples tiredly. "I can't believe this is happening to Garcia. This is insane." Tears filled her eyes and she wiped the wetness hurriedly from her face. This wasn't time for crying. They had to find Garcia, then she could cry. A hand covered hers and she looked up with damp cheeks and misty eyes at Olivia's compassionate and tender gaze.

No words were spoken, but they didn't have to be. JJ understood everything Olivia was trying to say. She was telling her she was there for her, that she would support her.

"Agent Jareau!"

JJ and Olivia's magic glance was broken by the nasally voice of Kevin Lynch flagging her down. She jumped up and rushed into the room he was in, Olivia following behind you. "What is it, Lynch?" she asked.

He gulped. "It's the unsub," he said in a hushed tone. His face was ashen. "He just posted another video. And it's addressed specifically to Agent Morgan."

"What is it?" Derek demanded, storming into the room with Fin before JJ could say anything else in response. He fixed Lynch with a fierce glare and added in a growl, "Lynch, I asked you a question."

JJ shot Derek a look. "Knock it off, Morgan," she hissed so only he could hear her. "Now is not the time to have a pissing match with him."

Derek ignored her, focusing his attention entirely on Lynch. "What is it?" he repeated with a voice as hard as steel. The glint in his eyes was murderous. If JJ were Lynch she would duck and run.

Lynch seemed to be taking the hint that he wasn't going to win with Derek and gulped. Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he said in an overly quiet tone, "Er, the unsub just released another video. This time it was directly addressed to you." He stared up at Derek with wide, child-like eyes and added with a squeak, "I can play it right now if you want."

"We need the rest of the team up here," JJ said with a shake of her head, pulling out her phone to text them. She fixed Lynch with a look. "While we're waiting on them, check the signal. See if you can find the source."

Visibly relaxing as Derek wasn't the one talking to him, Kevin nodded vigorously and set to work on finding a signal. They all waited in anxious silence for the team and the SVU detectives to make an appearance. Derek was looking particularly grim, trying to mentally prepare himself for what horrors were awaiting him on the screen. He didn't want to watch it all, but if he was going to find Penelope, if he was going to be worthy of her like Fin thought he was, he had to see it. He had to find a way to defeat the unsub.

"He sent another a video?" Cragen asked as he entered the now crowded room.

Lynch nodded. "Agents Jareau and Morgan told me to wait until you got here to play the video," he said.

"Let's see it," Hotch said grimly, pain in his eyes at the thought of seeing Penelope on the screen.

They all braced themselves for what they were about to see.

The video, already at one million views, began with Adam Laderman waving at the camera happily, carefree. His deep voice filled the room. "This is for Derek," he said, pointing at the camera as if he was looking straight at Derek through the virtual world. "My sweet girl tells me you're kind and would never hurt anyone! Now how about that?" He cackled wickedly and went around behind Penelope, who was staring ahead of herself with misty eyes, noticeably avoiding the camera lens. Her eyes closed tightly as Adam started to caress her neck and shoulders. Derek felt the immediate and uncontrollable urge to beat the ever living daylight out of the man violating Penelope.

It was official: he would kill the man if he ever got his hands on him.

"What do you feel right now, Derek? I'm touching her right now."

He bent his body forward and leaned against Penelope's body from behind in a sensual manner. His hands rested against her thighs and the tips of his fingers began to creep up under skirt. Penelope's eyes squeezed shut even tighter, but then she snapped. "Get off of me!"

Derek felt his breath hitch in his throat. She was going to take more abuse for it. This unsub was about power. He wanted control over his victims. He wanted their silence. And Penelope speaking was going to get her hurt more. Sure enough, a loud smack sounded from the computer speakers and Derek had to close his eyes tightly to keep from cracking and crumbling to the ground in a pile of ash.

For a moment Adam disappeared from the view of the camera, but when he returned, a deadly blade was clutched tightly in his grip. The knife wasn't long, but it looked as if it could slice seamlessly through any substance.

"This will do nicely," he cooed. Without another sound, he slammed the shiv down on one of Penelope's bound hands.

As a piercing shriek escaped Penelope's lips, so did a gasp from JJ's mouth. Derek's fists reclenched and Rossi's jaw tightened. The whole room was silent. It was the most painful thing the BAU had endured in a long while. Through her frenzied, pained breathing, Penelope gasped out, "You son of a bitch!"

"No!" Derek whispered frantically as Penelope was punched violently, her head flopping backwards. "She's got to stop antagonizing him!"

"Potty mouth," Adam said, scolding Penelope like she was a misbehaving child. "You never used to swear. Is that something you learned from him?" He spat the "him" like it was a vile poison that he had to rid his mouth of. Penelope kept her mouth clamped shut in pain and Adam turned to the camera once again. This time Derek felt like his eyes were boring through him, even though the film wasn't live. "Shame on you, Derek. Teaching our little lady to swear. That's not very nice." He raised the shiv again and slammed it down on her other hand.

Penelope screamed again and tears poured out of her eyes again. Even just looking at her eyes on the screen, it was obvious that she was in more pain than any of them could understand. Adam smiled sensually and leaned forward to kiss Penelope and grab her chin roughly. "We're going to have all sorts of fun together...and your lover will get to see it all."

Through her agonized breathing, Penelope hissed, "He'll catch you. Derek...he'll catch you. And you'll end up behind bars where you belong."

Derek gritted his teeth and put both his hands on his head, trying to block out everything he possibly could. He was only becoming more infuriated by the second. It was tearing through his chest like an angry flash fire. "Lynch?" he ground out. "Tell me you've found something to give us a signal. Some idea of where he is."

"I'm still searching," he said frantically, not sure about whether or not he was more scared of what he had just seen or of Derek. But miraculously he was able to pick up something. He sat up straighter. "Wait! I just tried tracking his IP address. I found it! I found the exact location!"

XXXXX

Penelope was now alone in the room. The unsub had beaten her and begun to slash up her body the way he had the other women he'd killed. Her clothing was shredded, hanging on her body like scraps of blood covered newspaper. She was trying desperately to hang on to consciousness, but she was fading fast. And her torture was only going to continue. She'd seen the photographs and the videos. She knew there was more to come in the way of body marring and mutilation. And there was still the sexual assault. She was extremely grateful she hadn't been raped. The last thing she needed in addition to the intense pain she was experiencing was the powerlessness of being assaulted.

Through her daze, a small flicker of light caught her eye and she looked up. In front of her she saw Derek.

"Derek?" she gasped.

"Hi Baby Girl," he murmured.

A dreamy smile covered her face. "Are you real?" she asked hoarsely. "Please, tell me you're real."

He knelt down at her side and touched her cheek. He certainly felt real. His fingers against her skin was there. He felt tangible. But then he shook his head. "No, Baby," he said. "I'm not."

Tears filled her eyes and a small whimper escaped her lips. "I wish you were," she said hoarsely. "I want you to be real."

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and slowly his form began to disappear into the air in front of her. "I'm coming for you, Penelope," he murmured.

She tried to say more, but he was gone, lost in the depths of her imagination and subconscious.