Chapter 2
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this story will become very dark and may contain material that upsets some peoole
RATED : Mature Audiences only
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"Chris Bradley, 45, lives alone and doesn't go out much. His neighbors say they don't know him very well, but some of them are creeped out by him." Prentiss said, explaining their visit to the rest of the team.
"What do we have on him?" Hotch asked crossing his arms.
"Well sir, he was suspected in sexual harassing some of the older girls at his school in 10th grade, but nothing ever happened." Garcia quickly responded.
"Statistically speaking, 98% of rapists walk free, and that's just out of the ones that are reported, there are–"
"Okay Reid, we need to continue," Hotch said lightly as everyone quickly laughed to themselves.
"So this Bradley guy, he isn't talking?" One of the uni's asked.
"He said we need to get a warrant for us to go into his home. We need to search his computer and his house to see if there is any evidence of the women there." Rossi explained to the younger officer.
After the team had Gracie's dig even further into Chris Bradleys past, they uncovered even more.
"Get this, his mom, Nancy Bradley was a CEO at a huge corporation, so Chris spent a lot of time at daycare as a kid," Garcia informed the team, as Reid studied his file.
"Maybe he resents his mom and that's why he's killing these women?" Prentiss suggested as Morgan and Rossi walked in after getting the warrant.
"It would make sense, but these women didn't have kids" Reid said confused.
Prentiss just furrowed her brow, thinking about what else would make this unsub target these women.
"Whatever the reason, Morgan, Rossi and Prentiss, go back to Mr Bradley's house and show him the warrant. Find whatever you can to support this case" Hotch told them.
The three profilers nodded and gathered their stuff.
"You wanna drive princess?" Morgan teased.
"What, are you tired of driving already?" She shot back at him mockingly.
They all laughed, and Morgan surrendered, taking the keys.
Once they arrived at Chris's house, they could feel that something wasn't right. Suddenly, the heard muffled screams and they drew their weapons.
Morgan signaled for Prentiss to join him and for Rossi to go around back.
Even if the guys didn't admit it, when they were in a case where women were targeted, they felt like they had to keep on eye on the girls, especially Prentiss. She went into the field even if she could be targeted. Morgan didn't even realize he did it, but Prentiss always noticed. She liked how close they all were as a family, she felt safe with them.
"Chris Bradley, open up! FBI!" Prentiss yelled.
She looked at Derek and nodded as he brought his leg up, and kicked in the door.
They heard the screams coming from the basement and found the locked door.
"Prentiss stand back." Derek said as he aimed his gun at the lock.
He shot it and it immediately opened.
They ran down the stairs, and the scene was horrific.
"C-Chris Bradley, drop the knife now!" Prentiss screamed, though she was glancing around and realized this was a hell hole.
There was a metal table in the middle where he had a young woman, completely naked, tied down. He had a knife just above her stomach, ready to plunge it into her flesh.
In the corner there was a iron frame bed with just a mattress and blood stains. She tried to get the images her imagination created out, but it was tough.
"Chris, drop the knife. Now." Derek demanded.
Chris just grinned, as he dropped the knife.
Why was he surrendering so quickly? Prentiss thought.
Derek ran to him, quickly slapped the cuffs on his hands and dragged him out.
Emily was quickly forced back into reality as the young woman began to beg for help.
"Please...please help me! Help!"
"It's okay, it's over now. I got you." Prentiss said, throwing her vest over the young girls body to help her cover up her exposed body.
Once she got the restraints untied, the girl sat up and clung to Emily's chest.
"Thank you...thank you so much. Is it over?" the girl asked through hysterical sobs.
"It's okay, it's over now, you're safe."
Emily walked the young woman out to the ambulance, and made sure she was okay. The whole ordeal was no more than 20 minutes.
Rossi and Morgan walked up to Emily, both had anger in their eyes.
"What's wrong?" Emily asked, feeling unnerved by their appearances.
"Prentiss...Chris managed to escape the police after they took him."