Chapter 6
"Put the DVD in, Kevin," Hotch instructed solmenly.
Gabriel wasted no time. He eletrocuted Garcia and she screamed.
"AHHHH! Please STOP!"
Hotch held his ears and Morgan punched a wall.
"Hello Agent Hotchner," Gabriel greeted, "I hope you didn't mind the screaming. I bet she screams your name like that all the time."
"You son of a bitch," Hotch growled.
Rossi put a hand on Hotch's shoulder.
"My other brother Lucas here has a knife," the demented brother gloated, "now, where did George Foyet stab you?"
"Oh, I belive it was right here," Lucas answered, plunging the knife in her chest.
"No!" Garcia whispered.
"YOU BASTARD!" Hotch yelled.
"Now, put pressure on it sissy," Lucas sneered, "you'll be fine."
Hotch's eyes were dark and deadly.
"How could you do this to Pen?" Reid whispered.
"Now you know what it's like to lose someone," Gabriel snarled, "but by the time you find her, she won't be the same."
The team could hear Garcia screaming.
"Why?! Why are you DOING this to me? We were so close!"
"We will find you," Hotcn threatened.
"And by the time you do, she'll be an ugly little girl—just like she always was. Or she'll be dead. You won't want her anyway." Then, he lit the candle.
"NO!" Hotch yelled. Then the video went dark.
The team was silent when Reid spoke up.
"Did they—burn her alive?" Reid choked.
"I don't know kid," Morgan answered.
"I'm gonna find this bastard and make him beg for his life," Hotch threatened. He pointed at his team.
"And that is a promise!" he hissed.
The team couldn't disagree with him.
"Did you manage to trace it?" Rossi asked.
"They're creepy good," Kevin answered, "but I did find out where the brothers live. 142 Seminole Drive."
"Let's go."
"FBI!" Morgan shouted, kicking down the door.
"Clear!" Hotch yelled.
"Clear!" Lewis answered.
"Wait a minute," JJ said.
"What is it?" Lewis asked.
"I found a journal..." she trailed off.
"And?"
"And it's pages and pages of how they hated Penelope for what she 'did' to them. Pages of how they were going to finally get revenge on her."
JJ looked like she was going to throw up.
"Come on, JJ," Hotch coaxed, getting her out of the house.
"But Garcia didn't do anything to them," Reid protested.
"Kid, I know," Morgan answered, "but we all know how this goes."
"Any sign of Garcia or the brothers?" Morgan asked.
"No sign of them," Lewis answered.
"Then they have a secondary location. Turn this place upside down to see where that might be," Rossi ordered.
"Wait. I found something," Lewis replied, "Garcia's Garage. Address is 122 Woodwork Lane. That's a mile from here."
The team rushed out the door, each wondering if they would see their bright technical analyst alive. And if she was, what kind of state would she be in?