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Me: Sir, I'm from your daughters school, and we have a permission form for you to sign, tomorrow we're going to the Museum!

Whoever actually owns Criminal Minds: I have a son

Me: Ehrm, right! Sorry, I deliver so many of these that these son or daughter thingymajigs get all confused!

Guy who owns CM: uh, alright...(leans a bit further away) couldn't you just send the form home with my son?

Me: But it's school policy, you see! We like to go the extra mile! (Gives a toothpaste ad smile)

CM rights owner: Whaaaaatever, just give me the form. (I give him the rights document)

Me: sign here, here and here, initials here there and here. (Points out various places on the papers)

Rights owner guy: You, know, this looks an awful lot like a document that would put all rights in the name of... Really you HAD to do that.

Me: Oh I get that all the time, it's really just your daughters, er, sons permission form to go to the museum

CBS guy: Nice try, but get out.

Me: B-but

CBS rights owner of CM: Get out, or I'll sic Shemar Moore on you

Me: I'm outta here! (Runs from the room, down the hallway and into the elevator.

~Chapter 3~

JJ Felt like breaking down with Mrs Hallas, as the parents of Josh had to relive his last few days befor the kidnapping, and fill all the little details that couldn't be included on a digital summary.

"Do you really need to know?" Shelley, Josh's mother asked, her voice breaking with emotion as even more tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Ma'am, it could be important to our case, we wouldn't ask you if it wasn't vital" Rossi crooned.

"Just make sure you catch this man"

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"The UNSUB parked his truck here, and then got out and opened the boot" Reid indicated a point on a grass verge between the road and the grain farmers fence.

"He took the body out and dragged it over the fence, then through the grain for about twenty metres" Morgan finished for him as the pair walked to the site where the body had been found.

"And then just dropped the body, and wiped his hands on these stalks, before making his way back to his truck." Spencer concluded.

"Everything about this guy is too professional, there is no sign of emotion at all, he would have to have a background of training, on either side of the law."Derek added

"Yeah" Reid got a far-away look in in his eyes, barley concentrating.

"Look kid, I don't think anyone would pull you off the case, we need you to too much to help us catch this son of a bitch and lock him away forever."

Reid gave Morgan a sideways look before replying, "Alright, I don't think we'll get anything more out of this anyway."

And so the two best friends started to walk back to the SUV, and as Spencer stepped carefully over the tyre marks left from the UNSUB's truck, did he notice that the grip design was different to any mass-produced model, and he should know, he had all of them committed to memory.

"Morgan, come take a look at this"

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"Charlotte had always kinda been the nerd, but she wasn't what everyone thinks a nerd is, she was funny and compassionate and a little bit crazy at times and was always up for a bit of fun, and she definitely didn't deserve this, and what she's getting right now!" The last few word Lilly half-screamed.

"Lily, we're trying the be-" Prentiss started.

"Trying the best you can, we know. Been there, heard that, sick of of it. Char had a future, no one knows that later in life that she could've cured cancer, or won a Nobel prize or something. And you people come in here, and are going to ask me the exact same questions that the other cops asked, and no one really cares!" Lily sobbed.

Now I see why the local PD cut her interview short. Hotch thought wearily. "Lily, the whole reason we're here is that what you and your peers could remember something, or could shed some light on questions that the local police didn't ask" he explained.

"So now you want to know" she sniffed

"Know what?"

"For about two weeks before -before what happened- Char thought that someone was following her."

Anne woke up to the smell of damp.

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She was in a small, cramped rough concrete room, with a large metal door that wouldn't be out of place on the side of an aeroplane, just not curved. There was a sparse metal bunk with no mattress that looked like it had been thrown across the small space in anger and frustration by the previous occupant. A maddenly drip, drip, drip came from somewhere she couldn't discern. She had been neatly placed in the corner. Save them, save them, wouldn't stop running through her mins

She stood up and walked over to the door, tentatively running her fingers over the cool metal, and wondered how she had came to be here. Who was she anyway?

My name is Anne Greenhalle, I live in Shreveport. Everyone says I'm exceptional, and I could be anything, but I have no idea what I want to do in life. Anne's memories seeped back, and she remembered that day at school, when she was taken away from her life. After they had left school premises, they had walked to the subway, and they had changed trains so much that she lost all sense of bearings, and reached the end of the city where they had walked through fields and fields until they reached a deserted country road where a dusty truck with Ron's Rentals written across the side. After that... There was nothing except a damp cloth being pushed against her mouth and nose.

The door was suddenly opened by the other side, and she had to stumble backwards to keep from falling. A man with straight ash-blonde hair with icy clear blue eyes, with a large, hooked nose. He was tall and muscular, the sort of man you would expect to be a gym instructor. This was the man who had kidnapped her.

"Wh-why are you here? What do you want from m-me!?" Anne stuttered in fear.

"I'm here because as I said before, you failed my first test, and must be punished. As for what I want from you, that's for me to know and you to find out after your graduation, should you survive that far." He said patiently, as if he were a school teacher chastising a 5 year old for throwing a tantrum.

She closed her eyes, and prepared herself. Save them, save them, save them. She had to be strong so whoever was his next planned victim, wouldn't have to go through this. Or if they did, at least postpone their fate. Save them, save them, save them, save them.

"And my punishment will be?" She was glad that her voice didn't shake, and he chuckled evilly.

"I knew you were a good one, not like Josh, he was weak and pleaded all the way, you remind me of Devon, he was strong till the very end. He didn't like it of course, and even tried to escape a few times, for which he was punished. Which brings me back to where we started" He took a contraption which had two leather thongs which could be tightened around the wrists, and attached to the middle was what looked suspiciously like a leash. He asked for her to hold out her hands, and when she did so, he slipped the thongs over her hands and tightened them, just tight enough to dig into her skin but too tight that the blood circulation stopped. He had experience.

He lead her out of the room, and up a set of stairs, confirming her suspicions that the concrete room was underground. She was then lead down a bright and airy hallway, and through another door, also metal, but nothing as reinforced as the door downstairs.

Inside, the walls were black and reflective, like mirrors. Rings were imbedded at various places around the room, and she could spot different chains hanging on a bare wall at the end of the room. Stainless steel racks were laden with weapons and torture devices, and the floor dipped in places, leading to drains, presumably, to flush away the blood.

Her kidnapper led her to the centre, where a steel table was set up, like a throne, with a harsh white light hanging over it. She suddenly felt her knees weaken, and almost collapsed, but managed to cover it by setting herself heavily on the table. She could not look weak. Save them, save them.

"Eager, aren't you?" He teased. And Anne didn't reply, and just stared at him, resigned to what was to come, and let him unleash her, and guide her arms and legs to straps set into the table.

He turned away from her, and she heard a rustle and a sharp scrape. Then he started his lecture.

"Now Anne, to be what you want to be you have to be ruthless. Even when someone knows exactly where you are, like I did, pull out all stops to give yourself more time to escape. You have to remember that you are more important than them, whoever they are, whether its the freaking prime minister or you mother" he then turned around, a large knife with a serrated edge in his grasp.

Instead of heading her way, he paced to a station where he pressed a button, and flames leapt over the surface. Then he held the blade over the fire, until it glowed a molten white.

He walked slowly towards her, and positioned the knife above her right thigh, pushing her pleated school skirt up to do so.

"Since you have been on good behaviour, and its your first time, I won't throw in any extras" he gestured to the devices of the room. "And just do the mandatory punishment for your failure"

He then took the white-hot blade down to her leg.

She screamed a blood-curdling scream until she had no breath left, and afterwards shrieked in her mind. The pain was a monster, chewing away at her right leg, until everything was devoid of feeling, and the blackness was taking her away to the nothingness.

"Remember my Anne, always let others die for your own sake. I forgive you for failing" he said before she lost consciousness.

No, she couldn't do that.

I have to save them!