A/N: A special thank you to reviewers and my beta for being so awesome. :) Now, back to Elle...
Disclaimer: Same as the first few chapters.
Chapter 5 – I Hate the Way You Look…
Elle worked furiously to break her hands free. She could tell that at this point her wrists were blistered and bleeding, but she didn't care. She could see light seeping in from the window above her. She had spent a whole night in the freezing basement in nothing more then her underwear and she had absolutely no idea where she was! She could be half way across the country for God's sake! Her body had not allowed her a minute of sleep; she had been cold and uncomfortable. But instead she had spent the whole night attempting to profile Ken.
She hadn't gotten any farther than a preliminary outline. He had a temper. He had abandonment issues. He hated his ex-wife. He had a sexual obsession with her. He was of average intelligence, yet methodical.
She heard her stomach growl and for the first time she remembered that she was pregnant, and hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours.
Oh, baby…
She relaxed her arms as they started to stiffen. It was no use; the rope that he had used to tie her up with was thick and strong and the knot seemed impossible to break. She hoped that Reid had already been to her house, realized that something had happened, and that the team was currently working hard to find her. The only people besides her Mom and her brothers that she trusted with her life were her team.
Garcia is probably in her bunker typing as fast as she can and JJ has already given this to the vultures in the media while Gideon, Hotch, Morgan, and Reid are sitting at the round table brainstorming. She laughed to herself. Derek is probably itching to kick a door down.
She smiled as she thought about Reid. She knew if there was one person who could find her it was him. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door to the basement open.
Ken was wearing just a pair of faded, blue jeans and she could see that he had a hunting knife in a case that was attached to his belt. He ran both of his hands through his short, light brown hair as he walked down over the stairs and took his usual seat on the bottom step.
Elle looked at him nervously as he stared at her. She recognized that look in his eye and she hated it. She turned her head away as he started to look her up and down. She cringed as he finally spoke.
"Good morning sexy ass." He walked slowly towards her. "I gotta take out your gag again cuz I gotta ask you a couple questions."
He had put the gag back in her mouth last night before he left and she stayed perfectly still as he removed it again. He took a seat on the concrete floor on her left side. He laughed, "I'm not letting you kick the shit out of me again." She turned completely away from him. "Oh come on! I know you're impressed!" He said, referring to his well sculpted chest and abs. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it up before he put his hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," he barked menacingly.
He reached his hand into his pocket once again and pulled out two photographs. He laid them in her lap. "Tell me about the guy."
Elle took in every detail of the photos. The first was of her and Reid kissing in her driveway. It looked to have been taken in broad daylight. The sun was shining brightly and there was very little snow on the ground. Reid was leaning up against his car wearing black slacks, a light blue dress shirt, a black tie, and his glasses. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and her black, three quarter length jacket. Reid had both of her hands in his as they kissed. The second was of her and Reid on her bed. She squinted as she looked at the picture, at first it was a little hard to see because it had been taken through a crack in her blind. It appeared to be dark outside but the lights were on in her bedroom. Reid was on top of her wearing only his boxers while she appeared to be naked. He had photos of her!
He laughed at the look of shock on her face. "Oh, I have plenty of those."
"Well, what do you wanna know?" She asked in disgust.
"Well," he paused to take a draw from his cigarette, "before last night I hadn't seen him in a while." He slowly exhaled smoke. "What's his name?"
She should probably be honest; it was possible that he already knew the answer. "Spencer Reid."
"Does he work with you?"
Honesty again. "Yes."
He grinned as he finished his cigarette. "That's all I needed to know." He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. "We're gonna go up to the bedroom now." He pulled his large hunting knife out of its case before he stood up and walked behind her. He held her small arms together with one hand as he cut the rope with the other. "Get up!" He yelled. She got to her feet as quickly as she could. Her legs buckled in under her where she hadn't moved them in so long. He brought her hands out from around the wood and quickly tied her wrists back together behind her back.
He just stood behind her for a while staying completely still and saying nothing. He inhaled; she knew that he had never been this close to her before. He was probably digesting everything about her, her smell and her looks, thinking that reality easily overwhelmed fantasy. Her hair smelt of vanilla and strawberries and there was still the faint aroma of the perfume that she wore. Then he pushed her long hair out of the way so that he could run his fingers up and down her neck. "I had a dream about you last night," he whispered, "so you can guess what I did when I woke up this morning. I've spent a lot of time hauling myself and thinking of you." He snickered as he heard her snort in revulsion. She squirmed as he viciously grabbed her butt. He kissed along her neck before he whispered in her ear again. "My God! I can barely even look at you without it going up." He laughed once again before he said seriously, "Okay, you're going to hop up this flight of stairs."
He continued to have hold of her arms as she hopped slowly up over the stairs. She cautiously opened the basement door and stepped out into a hallway. She carefully observed her surroundings as he forced her to take a right. It looked like she was in some sort of cabin.
We can't be in Washington D.C. anymore.
She hopped down a short hallway before she encountered another flight of stairs. She sighed heavily. He grabbed her butt once again. "Come on, I know you're fit enough. I watch you run every Saturday and Sunday morning."
She hopped up over this flight of stairs relatively quickly. Straight ahead was a bedroom and he forced her inside. He threw her down on the bed before he retrieved his knife out of its case again. He walked over and grabbed the rope that was placed on the dresser. He turned her over onto her stomach and cut the rope off of her wrists. He quickly turned her onto her back and tied a piece of rope onto each of her wrists and then tied the loose ends to the posts that held together the top frame of the bed. He did the same thing to her legs, wrapping the rope around the frame at the bottom of the bed and tying the rope tightly. She was now tied to the bed.
She watched blood stream down her arms as he walked over to a desk in the bottom left hand corner of the room. He pushed up the screen of a laptop and typed quickly. He snapped the web cam into place on top of the screen and then turned around to face her. "Okay, we're ready to go. Try to look pitiful for your boyfriend, okay?" He laughed at himself as he hauled a ski mask over his face and pressed the 'Enter' button on the keyboard.
A/N: Review please!!! In the next chapter, we will see some taunting from Ken. Maybe an angry Reid. Stay tuned to find out.
