Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters. Some "guest stars" are based on people in my life while others are totally made up, as are some places.

Chapter 23

Both SUVs were silent as they made their way to Culpeper. The air was thick with emotion, knowing that one of their friends was injured and no news about the other weighed heavily on their minds. It was full light by the time they arrived at the quarry. Numerous police cars had already arrived, along with an ambulance.

"Morgan! Are you all right?" Hotch was the first to reach him as they all ran up to Derek, who was sitting shirtless in the back of the ambulance. The others surrounded them, anxious to see how their colleague was doing.

"I'm fine. It's just a graze." Derek rose to his feet and growled as an EMT made him sit back down before applying a thick square of gauze to the back of his head. He flinched as the second medic gently probed his abdomen with his hands.

"You are not fine. You may have broken ribs and a concussion," the EMT who was checking his ribs argued.

"I'm fine! Look, Hotch, they took Penelope with them. I don't know where they went but it sounded like they went in that direction." He gestured to the south. "It was a panel van. Dark blue or black. No windows. Had a mount for a ladder on top but no ladder. Wasn't new but the body wasn't in bad shape. Sounded like it had a small exhaust leak. Louder than it should've been but not enough to turn heads."

"Did you see the plate?" Kate asked.

Derek shook his head. "No. It was too dark."

"Was it...?"

"Yeah, Hotch. It was Ford and Montgomery. Montgomery lost weight. Ford looks like he beefed up." He smiled a little as he remembered. "Penelope broke Ford's nose. It was all bandaged up and he had shiners to go with it." He explained everything that happened up to when he fell while the EMT wound his ribs with gauze before taping it tight. Derek grunted as he stood up, ignoring the protests of both medics.

"Do you know about how long you were down there?

"I don't know what time it was. We weren't here long before they left and it was full dark." "I have no idea how long I was unconscious, either time," he added. "But I had Pen keep the GPS chip from phone."

"I'll have Kevin track the GPS," Hotch said as he took out his phone.

Rossi swore when he saw several news vans pull into the quarry. "Great, that's all we need."

Reid's eyes narrowed. "Hey, hello... why don't you share with the rest of the class," JJ said when he remained silent. They all knew the gears were cranking inside the genius's mind.

"Guys, I have an idea." Reid clenched his jaw and looked over at the reporters.

Penelope jumped and dropped the chip when the van doors were flung open. She managed to grab it back just before she was once again dragged out by the ankles. She felt dizzy and didn't realize she had tipped sideways again until she felt herself being forced back upright. She felt bile rise up and she choked and looked up pleadingly at her captors. Montgomery swore and lifted her out, then ripped the tape mouth. She turned away and dropped to her knees. The world was spinning and she felt her hair being pulled back as she retched over and over, gasping as her stomach continued to spasm despite having nothing in it. The pounding in her head had eased slightly, although it still throbbed painfully. She breathed heavily as her stomach finally settled. She felt someone tugging her back up to standing, although with her feet still bound and still trying to recover from being sick, she swayed due to her non-existent sense of balance. She still felt faint as Montgomery picked her up and carried her bridal-style into what looked like an abandoned house. It was pitch dark and she could hear the wind blowing through the trees.

The house was surprisingly warm as soon as they walked in. Montgomery turned on a couple of lights as he carried her to the back of the house. He turned on another light and Penelope frowned when she saw the room. It was plain but clean. The bed was full-sized with a pretty comforter and pillows and there was a chair in one corner and a TV was set up on top of a dresser. The room had two windows but both were completely boarded up although curtains that matched the comforter softened the look of the rough wooden planks. She didn't move when Montgomery set her down on the bed, then knelt down and cut the tape off her ankles."Don't even think about moving," he ordered before leaving the room. Penelope waited a second after he left before rising. She dropped the chip on the floor and nudged it as far under the bed as she could with her bare foot. She sat back down when she heard footsteps returning.

"If I uncuff you, don't even think about hitting me or trying to run away. If you do, I'll cuff you again," Montgomery threatened. Penelope nodded and the fugitive turned her around. She tried not to gag when he moved her hair over one shoulder and kissed her neck. She could not stop the involuntary shiver of disgust that coursed through her as his hands rubbed her arms before freeing her wrists from the cuffs. He tossed the cuffs on the nightstand and turned her back around to face him. "I've been dreaming of this for thirty years," he murmured as he picked up her hands and rubbed his face on them. "I can't wait to feel you under me."

Penelope snatched her hands away. "I'm surprised you didn't while I was knocked out," she hissed, then flinched, expecting to be struck.

Montgomery laughed. "Still as feisty as I remember! I love it. I'm going to have so much fun with you! And for the record, necrophilia is not my thing. When I make love to a woman, I want her awake and aware enough to remember every second." He sighed dramatically. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait. I don't trust that idiot to get the right stuff at the store." He pushed her gently to sit on the bed, then sat down next to her. He ignored her when she scooted back against the headboard and pulled a memo pad from his pocket. "You said you don't eat meat. What do you eat? Anything that makes you feel sick? Allergies?"

Penelope narrowed her eyes. "Why do you care?" she asked. "Why don't you kill me? You already killed Derek."

Montgomery raised his eyebrows. "My dear Penny, you are much more valuable to me alive than dead, especially now." His gaze traveled down to her belly.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. It'll be fun getting you ready."

"Ready?" she gulped.

"Yep. Now, what do you like?"

Penelope thought for a minute. She needed to take care of herself and the baby, since Montgomery had no plans to kill her. "I like eggs a lot, with jalapenos and red peppers and fresh spinach and cheese, with buttered toast. Pasta and alfredo and tomato sauce. Pizza with no meat. No coffee or onions, both make me nauseous. Fruit: I like bananas and strawberries and kiwi and oranges the best. Carrots and celery with peanut butter and ranch. Yogurt, any kind. Ice cream. Cookies and cream, rocky road, and Ben and Jerry's brownie batter core are my favorites. I'm not allergic to anything."

"And what to drink?"

"Water. Apple juice and milk, chocolate and plain."

"OK." He got up leave.

"Wait!" Penelope called as he opened the door

"What is it?"

"Umm... can I... I need to use the facilities." She squirmed as she held her bladder.

"Oh, right. I forgot. C'mon."

Penelope slowly crawled out of the bed and walked to the door. She slipped out and tried not to flinch as Montgomery touched her hip and guided her down the hall. He turned on a light and pushed her inside. "You have three minutes," he announced and closed the door behind her. She quickly finished her business and was shaking her hands dry after washing them and rinsing her mouth out. She went to the door and frowned when the knob wouldn't turn. She jumped back when the door flung open.

"Done yet?" Ford snapped. Penelope scooted away, not expecting the other man to be there. She nodded.

"Let's go. Don't try anything stupid," he warned. Penelope rolled her eyes and Ford narrowed his. "Don't think I won't show you your place, bitch," he hissed. Penelope smirked and walked out, tugged her arm out of Ford's grip as he marched her down. He swore and grabbed her again, much harder. She cried out as his fingers dug into her flesh.

"What the hell are you doing, Malcolm?" Montgomery roared as he popped out of the bedroom. He pushed Ford away and pulled Penelope behind him. Ford sent her a scathing look before stomping away.

Montgomery guided her back to her room and closed and locked her inside. Penelope sighed and looked all over. The windows were completely closed off and there were no cracks between the boards that she could see. She decided to wait a few hours, after the sun rose, to see if she could see outside. The dresser was full of clothes, mainly revealing dresses and lingerie. The nightstand drawer was locked and the TV wouldn't turn on. She saw it was unplugged and figured an outlet was behind the dresser. She didn't want to risk trying to move it. The dresser looked solid and the TV was a big, heavy, old-fashioned cathode-ray tube model. Penelope sat dejected on the bed and curled up in a ball. She tried to stay strong but couldn't stop the tears from flowing as she rubbed her belly.

A/N: Thanks for reading and for your endless patience. See the a/n at the end my first story's (Past, Present, Future) update if you want to know why I have been absent so long.

Xoxo,

PitaCake