Title:
Power
Play
Rating:
R
Fandom:
Criminal
Minds
Universe:
Creatures
of the Night (Part 1)
Pairing:
Morgan/Prentiss;
JJ/Hotch
Genre:
Supernatural/Drama
Summary:
Tensions
are running high when a vampire joins the BAU, but all differences
must be put aside as the team investigate a series of suspicious
werewolf murders. AU.
Author's
Notes: Betaed
by Windy City Dreamer. Some guest beta work from Yellow Smurf.
Chapter Thirty
Reid sits in the corner of the cell, refusing to face any other member of the team. No, Rossi corrects himself; it's not the whole team, it's only half the team. They'd heard Morgan's cries of pain, but not even JJ could properly determine what the vampires had been doing to him. Emily, unsurprisingly, is also missing, and Rossi is painfully aware of the fact that she's the one on whom Elizabeth Prentiss will be focused.
'What do we think?' he asks Hotch and JJ quietly. They're sitting against the wall, in a position that suggests a little more than just professional closeness.
'We're not going to be using physical strength to get out of this one,' Hotch says, eyes flickering from the door to the window.
Rossi nods. The only ones who might even be remotely capable of getting them out of here with physical force are conveniently missing. If they hadn't taken his staff from him, he knows that he could have blasted the door open easily. As it stands, though, he can't quite dredge up enough power for a fireball. It's not just lack of energy – there's some kind of barrier stopping him.
'We need a plan,' JJ says firmly, glancing towards Reid. He's the go-to person for plans. Like a chessmaster, he sees the right moves laid out before his eyes. Right now, though, he isn't talking to any of them. And with good reason. They'd lied to him – for his own wellbeing, but it had been a lie nonetheless. Indeed, it's a testament to his humanity that he feels so strongly about the situation.
'To get all of us out,' Rossi reiterates, with more resolve than the first time he'd said it. After all, now they're actually imprisoned, instead of just under threat of imprisonment. JJ gives him a dirty look, as if insulted that he'd think she meant any differently.
'We know they have no qualms about killing,' says Hotch, and both he and JJ give pained expressions. They're all too familiar with the practices of the Prentiss clan. 'And they have the political capacity to get away with killing six FBI agents.' There's anger in Hotch's voice; he hates politics just as much as the rest of them, even if it is a part of his job description.
JJ shakes her head slightly.
It looks bad, Rossi knows, and even with all their luck in the past, he doesn't know if they're going to make it out of this one alive.
***
Morgan doesn't take his eyes off of Emily.
She's close.
She's so close.
He can hear her heavy breaths; see the dilated pupils, the lengthened fangs. She runs a finger along his chest. He sucks in air.
'Emily…' It hurts to breathe. Hurts to talk.
She puts an arm around his neck, drawing herself closer. Her breasts press up against his chest. She doesn't say anything. Just breathes.
Finally, she whispers – so softly – 'Do you trust me?'
His own breath catches in his throat. 'Emily, I…' He stops, unsure of what to say.
Her other hand moves behind him, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. She kisses his cheek – one of the only places on his body where he isn't bleeding.
'I can get us out of here,' she tells him, voice still as low as possible. 'But only if you trust me.'
Does he trust her?
It's a difficult question.
Yes, she saved his life, but he's only known her a day, and she doesn't exactly have the best relatives.
Not to mention that he's fairly sure whatever she does to get them out of there isn't going to be pretty.
He'd be a lot more hesitant about saying yes if it wasn't for the rest of the team, imprisoned somewhere else in the castle. At least, he thinks they're still incarcerated. For all he knows, they could be dead. But this is his only chance.
'Yes,' he croaks, even though he's not entirely sure that he means it. 'Yes, I trust you.'
She slides down his torso, arms snaking his abdomen. She licks the blood from his pectorals, and he finds himself shivering. The licking is interspersed with kisses, and he's not quite sure if it's just a show for the guards, or if she's just getting caught up in the moment. He feels his body beginning to react to her touch.
It doesn't take long for every drop to be lapped up, and she pushes against him once more as she rises. He catches a glimpse of her eyes – it almost looks as though there's a golden tinge to them – before her mouth goes to his neck, her hand back down towards his boxers. She bites. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough for him to feel it in amongst the other nerves that are screaming at him.
'Emily…' he says again, and she jerks away with short gasp. She similarly pulls her hand away from where it had been exploring the insides of his boxers.
'I'm sorry,' she breathes. Her voice is a lot less composed than it has been at any point over the last day and a half. Even bleeding to death, she had held herself together better. He wonders if trusting her had been a mistake.
After all, vamps are vamps.
She steps back, the speed of her breaths increasing. She gives him a tiny smile before turning back towards the door. She considers it for a moment, before ripping away with little effort.
Blood.
Son of a bitch.
The two guards lunge for her, and she dispatches them with even less effort than it took to open the door. It's violent. Inelegant. Their bodies slam against the concrete, and he can hear the crack of bones breaking.
She stalks back in, ripping his chains from the wall. Her eyes are a golden yellow, now, and her breathing is erratic. This isn't the usual reaction that vampires have to drinking human blood. Usually it's an increased strength without that lack of control.
Right now, Emily looks almost feral.
He doesn't have much of a chance to dwell on that fact, because she's already put his arm around her shoulder, and they're on their way.