Chapter 2!
Aaron flinched at the sound of his wife's scream. He knew it was her. Who else could it be? He ripped his seatbelt off and flung the car door open. He didn't care about locking the door, either. He simply ran into the graveyard.
"Jen! JJ!" He called. "Jennifer!"
There was no response. This couldn't be happening. Not today. She was having such a rough day. She was run down, sad, and most of all, in pain. Today was one of her most vulnerable days since Charlotte's stillbirth. She wasn't going to resist torture as much as she would had she been less vulnerable.
"JJ!" He called one last time. He gave up soon after. He had been in these situations far too many times. One of the biggest mistakes family members made was searching on their own for far too long before calling the police. He wasn't going to let his wife slip away like that.
Panicking, he fumbled through his pockets until he found his cell. Lucky to have somewhat of a service, he swiped until he found the emergency call number pad. He dialled 911 and shook as he waited for the call to go through.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My wife is missing."
"Sir, where are you?"
"I...I don't have the address, but it's a graveyard north of Capitol Hill."
"We're tracking your location and have police on the way."
As soon as the call was disconnected, Aaron stuffed his phone back into his pocket and paced along the path leading to the children's graves. He wasn't far from Charlotte's grave, which meant he couldn't be that far from Jennifer and the sicko who had her.
His heart was pounding, practically coming out of his chest. He knew it wasn't right to let her go in alone. She was vulnerable. She shouldn't have went into work that day, but she passed it off and went in anyway. How could he have been so stupid? He should've made her stay home. Had he made her stay home, they would be at home with their 5 children, sleeping. But no.
This was all of his fault.
"You're so nice and light," the man remarked, throwing a squealing Jennifer Jareau into the trunk of his car. "And small, too."
The woman cried out in pain and fright.
"Don't hurt me!" She shouted. "Please!"
JJ continued to yell in fright, but her voice was drowned out by the radio on in the front of the car. She could barely open her eyes, but that was enough to see that she was in no condition to punch out the tail lights.
She couldn't focus on anything other than escaping from this psychopath, but unfortunately, that wouldn't happen for a long time.
"Daddy, where's mommy?" One of Aaron and Jennifer's children asked. He turned around to see that it was Tyler, the only child who hadn't yet fallen asleep.
Aaron bent down to the child's level. "Listen, buddy, I need you to go back to bed, okay? Jessica will be here until we get back."
He ran around the main floor and grabbed a few items, including personal records and photos that could help with the case.
"Where you goin'?" Three-year-old Tyler asked, dragging his blanket with him as he carefully made his way downstairs.
Aaron picked the child up and carried him back to bed. "I have to do some work, Bug," he said, stroking the child's hair. "We'll be back soon."
On his way out, his sister in law stopped him.
"Aaron," Jessica said, "find her." She opened the door for him and he made his way out. "These kids need a mother and a father."
Aaron Hotchner swallowed. "I will."
4:30AM Saturday morning, 4 hours, 30 minutes since disappearance
She must've been drugged a few times before her body really noticed and gave out. By the time she woke up, she was still very tired and groggy. Jennifer moved a little, surprised that her legs could move. She thought she'd had her legs broken, or even amputated.
"You're awake," came the man's voice from the corner of the room. He gave her an evil grin as he got up from his chair. He was tall, maybe 6'5. JJ couldn't make out many features; she wasn't wearing contacts or glasses. She noted that this man had dark hair, male patterned baldness, and possibly a beard. This was when she realised just how terrible her vision was.
"Don't touch me," were JJ's first words. She'd seen far too many molestation and rape cases in her career.
But solving a crime was much different than experiencing it.
"I already have," the man said.
The words shook JJ. When? Where? How? Was it obvious? How could she tell?
"You have such a nice body," he commented, before licking his lips. "So small, so easy to work. Your guy must be lucky. Is he dominant?"
Jennifer felt sick. What was so appealing to him about her body? Was it the only reason she was taken? What was he going to do to her? What had he already done?
"Please," JJ pleaded, feeling the sweat running down her face. "What do you want?"
The man stifled a laugh. "I want you," he said with a shrug, "I want your body."
"I'm not an object," JJ said through her teeth. Her heartbeat sped up as the man walked over to her.
"You're right," he whispered in her ear. "You're my object. Mine. You do exactly what I say."
JJ began to cry as her kidnapper went through her purse. That was the only privacy she had left, and there he was, going through it.
He dumped the contents onto the ground. She had a lot of things in her purse, many of which would reveal a lot about her. She knew he could potentially use her family against her as a result of emotional abuse. It would be hard to move on from that.
"Proud mother of a type 1 diabetic, huh?" The man said with a laugh. "I wonder which one has it."
JJ winced as he continued to go through her personal belongings.
"This your family photo?" He asked, holding up the picture of her, Aaron, and the kids from just a few weeks earlier at the spring carnival.
"You got 5 kids and one of 'em's diabetic, right? Which one?"
JJ pressed her lips together. She was shaking. You didn't have to be a profiler to tell that she was horrified. Her arms were bound above her head. She couldn't defend herself.
"Which one?" He demanded, his face showing his anger as he forced himself at her.
JJ continued to keep silent.
The man moved to the counter on the left side of the room and picked up one of the 4 knives that lay there. He ran over to JJ and held it up to her neck. "Tell me right now," he pressured through his teeth.
Jennifer swallowed. "My-my...my daughter," she whispered.
"Louder," the man said.
"My daughter," JJ said shakily, dissolving into tears.
The man furrowed his eyebrows. "And you're proud of that?"
8:20AM, Saturday morning, 8 hours 25 minutes since disappearance
Aaron Hotchner walked into the BAU with his 5 children. It had been 8 and a half hours since the disappearance of his wife, and evidence wasn't pleasing.
"Aaron, please," David Rossi said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll put the little ones in your office."
The older man took the stroller from Aaron and took it to his office. The triplets were asleep, and would be for at least a few more hours. Nobody knew how they were going to handle 3 energetic 3 year olds, but it had to work somehow.
As for Jack and Henry, they were with Garcia in her office. Penelope didn't usually play babysitter when kids came to the BAU, but in this case, she voluntarily took them into her care.
The team took their usual seats in the round table room. It felt weird to be finding one of their own. Watching JJ's picture come up on the screen was heart wrenching.
"Jennifer Jareau," Penelope started. "Or, JJ. She's 36 years old, and Mom to 5 and wife to Aaron Hotchner. She went missing last night around midnight at Prospect Hill Cemetery."
"Why was she at the cemetery?" Morgan asked.
Aaron cleared his throat. "We were," he clarified. "We were driving home from work and she wanted to go in and talk to Charlotte, so we stopped. She went in, and about 10 minutes later, I heard her scream...and she was gone."
"Do you have any idea at all who could've taken her?" Reid spoke up.
Hotchner shook his head. "I know...I know most abductions are...family related, but there is nobody out there for her. Her dad's dead–"
"Do you have any friends that could potentially be after her?" Morgan asked.
"That would know we'd stop at the graveyard at midnight? No," Aaron said.
The team sat in silence for a moment, each one of them examining the multiple photos of JJ and her family.
"What if she was...in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Penelope offered, nearing tears.
"If that's the case," David Rossi said with a shrug and a nod, "who knows who has her and what they've done."
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