Prentiss
I stepped forwards quickly and grabbed Doyle's arm. I turned him around and punched him across the face. He wasn't expecting it, so it affected him more than any others would from now onwards.
He turned back to a straight posture and glared at me. I stood motionless, staring back at him. I waited for him to make the first move. He lunged for me and I stepped to the side quickly, dodging him. I kicked him from behind and he fell, hitting his head against the wall. I took the chance to untie Morgan again. I ran to Hotch and looked at the knife in his leg. He nodded, granting permission for me to take it from his leg.
"I'm sorry." I said before pulling it from his flesh. He flinched and bit down on his tongue, looking down to his right with his eyes clenched shut. I ran around and cut the rope off Morgan's wrists, then his ankles. I skipped Hotch, considering he couldn't walk on one of his legs at the moment. I cut Will free and Morgan looked at Hotch's leg.
"Back up! Kill them!" Doyle started shouting. Morgan and I looked at each other.
I cut the rope from around Will's second ankle and gave him the knife, "Keep cutting."
Morgan stood up and walked to the door as he heard the locks. Why would they have locked Doyle in here? He stood behind it, holding rope and waiting for someone to come in. I walked to Doyle and put my hand over his mouth. He bit me and I cursed as I pulled my hand away.
"Bitch." I breathed quietly, looking at my hand.
The door opened and five guys walked in. Morgan kicked one down and slung the rope around another's neck. I looked at Will to my left and he gave the knife to JJ before going to help Morgan.
I saw the gun on Doyle's belt and reached for it, snatching it quickly before he knew I was taking it. I pulled the lever down to cock it and pointed the gun, shooting one of three men around Will. I held the gun to Doyle's head, "Tell them to stand down."
He stared into my eyes for a few seconds, testing me, before he realised that I wasn't kidding around. "Stand down, stand down!" He said to them. Morgan and Will both stepped back a few steps, standing in front of the team to block the men from going for them. "You wouldn't want to pull that trigger, Lauren. The moment the men in Denmark hear that you killed me, Henry and Jack are dead."
I looked at Hotch for confirmation that Denmark was where they were. He nodded and looked down.
"Emily, put the gun down." JJ said quietly. I didn't want to let him win this but I couldn't shoot; I couldn't risk Jack and Henry.
I uncocked the gun and held it out behind me. Rossi took it from my hand.
"Emily?" I heard a British woman ask quietly. I looked up quickly, seeing someone whom I worked with in the past standing by the door holding a gun.
"Mia." I breathed quietly. Her lips curved into a smirk and I realised that what she was trying to do was distract me. Doyle escaped my loosened hold on him quickly and gripped his hand around my neck. He threw me into the wall and held me there. I struggled to breath and tried to pry his hand away. How many times would this happen to me?
He punched my cheek and I spat the blood to the side. "I'll make sure you die this time." He said to me before throwing me across the room. The team was at the back wall, lost on what to do. Hotch was sitting and the others were standing. I flew through of the empty chairs and then the wall. The room wasn't wide at all. "Keep them back." He said to his men, pointing to the team. He approached me as I stumbled and stood back up. He grabbed my arm and the back of my neck and threw me back across the room. I hit the opposite wall and fell to the ground, rolling over slowly and coughing, my whole body telling me to stop this.
When he approached me again, I ducked under his hand and tripped him over. I put my hand on his neck and lifted his head, hitting back into the ground. This is what the guy did to me earlier and it was painful, so why not inflict it on Doyle?
I saw Mia out the corner of my eye, pointing her gun at me. I heard a man groan in pain and then saw JJ run to Mia, pointing the gun upwards and punching her before one of Doyle's men pulled her back. I threw Doyle's head back into the ground again. I heard a shot and saw Mia fall to the ground. I looked away from Doyle again and saw JJ holding the gun. Doyle noticed the distraction and I took the advantage to throw me off him. More men of his came in and I wondered how many he really had here. They took the gun from JJ and held her back with the rest of the team.
"Pin her down." He ordered them. Two men held my legs down, two held my arms down and another knelt at my head, ready to hold it down if need be. Doyle knelt down at my left wrist and pulled a small knife. My eyes widened as he put one hand on my wrist and started to put the knife to it. "Have you heard of body scarification, Lauren? It's kind of like a tattoo except instead of ink, you scar the skin."
My eyes widened further and I tried to struggle out of the grip pinning me to the cold ground.
"The more you move, the more I'll mess up and it'll hurt." Doyle said, putting a finger over my lips. I bit his finger hard and he cursed loudly. "Put your hands over her mouth so she can't scream." The one near my head laid both his hands over my mouth tightly. I closed my eyes as he started to cut into my skin. I desperately tried to keep the cries in. "Now normally this is done professionally and they have tools to do it properly and numbing creams and stuff but I'm not a professional and all I have is a knife. My knife if quite dull, too, so this will probably be really painful."
I knew what he meant by "really" painful. I tried to scream, a reflex thing to do when this kind of pain happened and you couldn't move, but the hands over my mouth stopped any noise from me going beyond this room. When I opened my eyes, I saw the horrified faces of my restrained team. Garcia was crying, flinching every time my scream left me. JJ's eyes were watering but she tried to keep strong for Garcia, the guys just looked helpless and dismayed.
After a while, he smiled at me, "I think I did a good job, don't you?" He lifted my wrist up for me to see. The four leaf clover was carved into my wrist and blood dripped down it. The guy near my head removed his hands from my mouth and I stared at Doyle. "Now, are you going to cooperate and come to the next room or do you want your team to see you go through what Garcia and JJ both did?"
I didn't reply to him but I didn't let my eyes stray from him. He nodded, "I'll take that as an "I won't cooperate"." He took a few steps back and crouched down, looking at my eyes as his hand met the button on my pants. I pulled my right leg from the unexpecting guy holding it and kicked him in the face before kicking Doyle. The heel of my boot would have made it more painful, but only slightly.
I thrashed my body and the grip of the other three men left my arms and left leg. Just as I went to get up, an electric shock spread through my body. It started from my hip and spread out in all directions. It was a taser, I realised as I felt my muscles spasm.
I woke and blinked my eyes open quickly. I was still lying on the cold ground and I realised where I was within seconds. My whole body ached painfully. It was almost silent, but I heard whispering between Morgan and Garcia. I forced my body to move, although it screamed in protest. I rolled over slowly and I now laid on my left side, looking at my team. They weren't tied up; they were sitting against the wall.
"Hey," JJ said quietly. She moved from the wall and over to me, "How are you feeling?"
"Everything is hurting, but I don't think I'm dying." I shook my head.
She smiled at that. "Do you remember what happened?"
"I don't think so." I said quietly.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"They pinned me to the ground and stopped me from moving."
She nodded and lifted my left wrist gently, "Body scarification. After this, he started to unbutton your pants. You freed your leg and kicked the guy holding it and then Doyle. You tried to get out of their grasp and then they tased you. You convulsed and then passed out for a quite a while."
There was a few seconds of silence; the team had been listening and they were all giving me a minute to process the reminder of what happened. As she explained it, I remembered parts of what happened, although there were a few empty spaces. "Are you and everyone else okay?" I asked her quietly.
"Garcia and I didn't undergo anymore direct violence to us, but Doyle thought it wouldn't be fun to rape you while you were passed out so he beat all the guys up instead, except for Hotch. He's losing more blood than what's safe."
I looked at boss. He looked weak and pale. He shook his head, "She's overreacting. I'm fine."
She sighed, "He's trying not to make us worry. He wouldn't even let me wrap it."
"Hotch, let her wrap it."
"I'm fine." He insisted.
"Swallow your pride for one fucking day and let her wrap it."
"…Fine." Hotch said quietly, letting me win.
"Savage…" Morgan said quietly. JJ moved towards Hotch and unzipped her sweater. It was all she really had to wrap it with.
"Why are we not tied?" I asked as I pulled myself into a sitting position. I winced as I straightened and my whole body panged with pain. I pulled my waistband down from my hip and saw the two marks in my skin from the taser.
"Don't know. After they beat us up, they just walked out and locked the door behind them. We already looked at every possible way to get out. It isn't possible with that door locked." Reid explained.
I looked at him properly and saw just how bad he was. His face was covered in bruises, both his eyes black and there was died blood in four different places. Rossi was a mess too. I don't think I'd ever seen them like this. "Wow…you two look terrible…" I said, looking at them. Will was pretty bad as well, but I had seen him injured and bruised before. I had seen Reid like it to, but never to this extent.
"You don't look so great yourself." Rossi said.
I snickered, "I've had worse. I haven't ever had something like this before though." I said as I showed them my left wrist. I managed to stand up and I walked over to Reid, crouching in front of him. I moved his head gently to face his right so I could see the deep cut on his left cheek. He swatted my hand away and glared at me. I laughed at him quietly.
"How the hell are you laughing right now?" He asked me in disbelief, "We're stuck in here and Hotch is dying and any minute now Doyle is going to come back through that door and beat you down again, and you're laughing?"
"You've got to learn how to keep yourself going, Reid. If I were just sitting against this wall beside you and waiting in fear for him to come back, then I'd be as good as dead. I wouldn't try to stop him from killing me or hurting anyone else; I'd just let him do whatever he came to do. I need to distract myself to keep myself from falling into little pieces that would be impossible to keep together. Besides, laughing tends to put smiles on other people's faces."
"Can I ask you something that will probably make you the opposite of distracted?" He asked. I sat down in front of him and winced before crossing my legs over and waiting for him to speak. "What's it like?"
"What's what like?"
"To have the person who you loved once try to hunt and kill you and all your friends."
I sighed my signature sigh and looked down, "Mentally and emotionally, it's excruciating. Especially since it wasn't a one sided love, it was mutual and that makes it even harder, knowing that once upon time someone loved you and you messed up so bad that they literally want you dead. It kind of makes you question everything you had with them."
"What do you think when you question what you had with him?"
"That it wasn't real," I answered easily. I saw the confusion in his eyes so I went ahead and gave him an explanation, "I knew who he was and what he did. I knew everything about him and I was constantly updated on what he and his men were doing that he wasn't telling me about. He kept secrets from me and tried to keep me oblivious to a lot of things he did, but I also knew that he was doing that to protect me and to keep me with him. The thing is, he had no idea who I was," I shook my head and my eyes watered. I blinked the tears away, "He knew Lauren; he never knew Emily, and let me tell you, they are two completely different people. That's how it wasn't real; he fell in love with a fictional personality, a fictional character…that looks really similar to me."
I smiled at his amused face before I heard the locks turn on the door. My smiled faded slightly but I tried to look careless for Reid. It didn't work at all. "Nice try." He said quietly.
"Yeah, thanks." I nodded and stood up. The door opened and two men with guns walked in, Doyle behind them and the two more men behind him.
"Ah Lauren, you're awake," He smiled at me, "You looked terrible, love." He approached me slowly, although stopping a safe distance in front of me.
"Well, it's your fault, so thanks for that." I tilted my head slightly, looking into his eyes.
"I can make it a whole lot worse if it is what you wish…"
"I'm not fighting you again." I shook my head.
"Why not? I thought it was rather fun." He smirked.
"Uh…because I can't even stand up without wanting to cry?" I wanted him to think that I wasn't scared, so I played it off as well as I could. I tried to keep my voice light and my eyes and expression neutral.
He sighed, "Fine." He turned and looked at the four men behind him, "Just get her and bring her to the next room." He said as he walked back out of the room.
I looked at them, all standing in steady positions and pointing their guns at me. One was close to the door, obviously blocking it from any of us. One of them stepped towards me hesitantly and motioned with his gun for me to walk to the door. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself and I didn't try to fight them this time. I walked to the door without looking at my team again. I heard Garcia sob and Morgan hush her before the door was closed behind me. Two of the men had stayed in there and the other two walked behind me as I moved to the next room. Doyle was waiting for me patiently. He thanked them and they walked out, closing the door behind them.
"What are you going to do to me? Are you going to kill me, Ian?"
"I'll get one of my men to do that for me later; I couldn't possibly myself. Not again," He shook his head, "See Lauren, as much as I hate you, you still mean a lot to me."
I snickered, "That's funny because you mean nothing to me."
"You're going to regret saying that, love."
