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Chapter 11
"Oh God." JJ mumbled before turning away so she wouldn't have to look at the jerking figure on the screen. The male team members' eyes were locked on the computer monitor as they could see their friend's mouth opening as she screamed but they didn't get any audio of what was happening, which Garcia was thankful for as she struggled to find the loophole in the system.
"Come on." She coached herself as she worked. "Sir, this may take longer than I thought." The blonde informed her boss gravely, knowing that every second in this twisted situation counted dearly and this very knowledge that she was searching for could be the difference of life and death for her friend. This revelation fell onto broad shoulders and Garcia pushed herself harder than ever before. She only hoped it was enough.
Emily wished that she'd soon pass out from the pain that was inflicted onto her abused body. Unfortunately for her she was aware of everything that was happening from her tired eyes to the ache in her chest as she slumped down in the chair. She was only slightly aware of the presence by her shoulder, but her drained and exhausted body refused to comply and open her eyes.
"Lets see what they make of that, shall we?" A spine-chilling whisper came from beside her ear, although all she could do was weekly pull at her restraints; soon giving up. Eventually the brunette dragged her eyelids open, only to settle her vision on the screen ahead. It was clear to her from her friend's expressions that the situation was critical and Emily stifled a groan at how bleak the future seemed.
"They're taking too long." Her father reappeared into her line of sight. "What to do… What to do…" He stalled, toying with the Taser in his hands. Emily's tongue ran along her bottom lip in an attempt to moisten her mouth for she felt as if she'd swallowed the Sahara Desert.
"Don't hurt them, I'm the one you want." The agent attempted to plead with her captor, who simply shrugged nonchalantly.
"That's what I was planning on doing…" He started, but her heart plummeted as she felt there was more to come, "But when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade." The man responded simply, his sickly-sweet tone making Emily want to gag. She let her head loll back against the chair, knowing that there was nothing she could do to change the sick man's mind.
"I need to get things moving around here." Mr. Prentiss frowned in deep thought. He suddenly stalked out of her vision towards what Emily imagined to be the door, her suspicions confirmed when she hear the familiar scraping of metal-on-metal. All she heard was a low whisper outside the door before he came back towards her. Her attention was suddenly drawn towards the screen ahead of her when figures appeared behind her unsuspecting friends.
"No…" She whispered in disbelief.
Hotch froze when he heard something moving behind him. One of the team? No, they were all in front of him. Had he really been that stupid as to not keep an eye on the door?
"Keep your hands where we can see them and turn around slowly." A stern voice spoke from behind his and his body tensed. He'd let his team down again. Each team member did as they were told, some of their faces more fearful than others.
"Put down your weapons slowly." One of the men ordered and everyone did as they were told, knowing that they needed to do what was asked of them. Each of their hands were pulled roughly behind their backs and they were marched out of the room. Hotch tried to remember what twists and turns they took down the seemingly never ending corridors, but it was too much for one person to take in all in one go. After what felt like an eternity, but was most likely only a couple of minutes they stopped outside a heavy looking metal door, identical to the ones they had previously been searching in a hall, identical to the one they had been previously searching. One by one they were all roughly thrown inside and the door was slammed shut behind them with a sense of finality.
"What are we going to do now?" Garcia was the first to speak, her eyes wide and hiccupping softly. Morgan wrapped his strong arms around her, but could not bring himself to tell her it would be okay, because at the moment her wasn't so sure of that himself. Hotch let his strong demeanor drop and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"There's not anything we can do until we're given the chance."
Emily was once again forced to stand, but was ashamed that she had to rely on her father to hold most of her weight, for her legs were so shaky and weak. This time the handcuffs were not placed on her wrists, but she was half walked, half dragged down the hall. Her ribs felt like they were on fire as she was jolted along, but she tried her best to suppress it to the back of her mind, however Prentiss cried out in pain when she was once again pushed into another room and landed sprawled on her back. She only realized that there were others in the room when one of them spoke out.
"Emily?" JJ Approached her dark haired friend slowly, not knowing what kind of condition she would be in. She dropped down onto her knees along with Hotch and Rossi as she woman groaned in response letting her friend know she was awake, but couldn't yet find the words to speak.
"Where does it hurt?" JJ prompted, trying not to let her worry show to the others, although she knew that they probably felt the same.
"My ribs…" Emily mumbled back in response, in more pain than before as the adrenaline had now worn off and the fire came back in full force.
"It's okay…" JJ soothed, lifting up her friend's head and resting it on her lap, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to calm her friend and herself from whatever was coming next.
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