A/N: Sorry for the delay! My internet connection's been limited to say the least.

WARNING: Homophobic/bad language and graphic scenes - and by graphic I sometimes mean of a sexual nature.

JJ and Morgan entered the conference room with Taylor's mother, Andrea, in tow. Silence had fallen over the room as they walked in, and only Derek was willing to break it.

'So we know that Em and Taylor are quite open about their relationship in general; like they don't try to hide it in public or anything, and we learned some stuff from Andrea here about their past. But nothing really that we could connect to our UnSub'

'I'm sorry I couldn't be of more-'

'Please, don't apologize, you just being here willing to help is going to help a hell of a lot more than if we didn't have your input' JJ cut off her apology.

'JJ; can you try and get a hold of the Ambassador again please' Hotch asked, aware that any possible insight into their relationship would help.

Andrea grabbed JJ's arm as she went to get up 'Oh, she won't be of any use to you. She'll hang up as soon as you mention my Taylor'

'I take it she doesn't exactly approve of their relationship? Or is she just plain homophobic?' Rossi questioned, already getting the feeling he knew the answer.

'Homophobic would be putting it lightly.' Andrea dismissed. 'Now, I want to see this video the UnSub sent please' she requested, putting air quotes around the word 'UnSub'.

'Mrs Williams; I really don't think that's the best idea…' Reid trailed off, obviously still visibly shaken from whatever he had seen, his coffee cup jittering slightly in his hand.

'Please honey, its Andrea, and I need to know for definite that this monster has my girls.'

Nodding his head, Hotch turned to Garcia. 'Play the video'

Garcia set up the video and left the room, asking to be called back in when it was finished.

The screen showed a dark room; light emanating from a single light bulb swinging slightly at the top of the frame. A bed filled most of the view, a side shot, showing someone who couldn't really be identified until she shifted slightly in her drug induced stupor. Once she moved it was clear; it was Emily Prentiss.

The sound of a door opening forced everyone in the room's eyes to move to the right hand side of the screen, where the slightest bit of a door could be made out in the shadows. A man entered, all in black, only becoming distinguishable from the shadow as he stepped into the light. He wore no mask; his face was right there, and yet Garcia couldn't find him in any system. He didn't cover his face because he didn't need to; plus he found a thrill in just knowing that he was taunting them.

He placed a box onto the floor behind the bed, hidden from the view of the camera, as he loomed over the woman beneath him. She was laying on her side; stripped to her underwear, facing the lens, her hair falling gently over her face; concealing its left side. They could see that she was handcuffed to the bed, her arms raised above her head, and her legs appeared to be tied to the posts at the bottom.

'Emily…' he shook her shoulder 'Emily…' she began to stir, and as her eyes opened he grinned 'there she is. Wakey wakey; your team is watching. And we wouldn't want them to miss a second of this now would we?' He looked up at the camera, before gently moving the hair off her face, revealing her bruised features; and her nose sticky with drying blood.

All the team could do was watch as Emily began to fight her restraints, unsuccessfully, and avoid eye contact with the camera. 'Now now Emily, lie still! If you cut those wrists of yours, there'll be no one to clean them. And I wouldn't want your team to be preoccupied with your wellbeing when there is a greater matter at hand.'

He leant over to speak to Emily more closely. 'How do you think Jennifer and Penelope feel; knowing that the woman they've called their best friend has lied to their faces all this time? And how do you think they'll feel when they realise that that couch they've sat on watching movies on many a girls night, is the same couch you've done disgusting things with your girlfriend on? I mean, they're smart; beautiful, straight women. How do you think they'll ever understand why you would want to do the things you do with that girlfriend of yours, instead of make love with a man… like you were designed to do?' He glanced up when he mentioned her team's names, and he glanced up once more as he leant down to open the box he had entered with.

'You see you use these… these 'toys' you call them, to make up for the 'parts' you don't have… surely that alone should be the clue that you should be with men rather than women Emily'. He proceeded to dump the contents of the box at the foot of the bed, smiling as Emily flinched when some made contact with her legs. 'Now these aren't yours, no, I couldn't get into your home if I tried, but if my wife had these… tastes, then I imagine you do too.'

The disgust was evident in his voice; and the team could only watch in horror as he reached for the zipper of his jeans, and Emily's face conveyed the fear she would never usually let show in front of them.

'Only I'm not going to satisfy what you're craving with the instruments you use. I have had three questions for every woman I've had here; and one of them is 'have you learned to enjoy what is right?' He pulled down her panties. 'Oh Emily, we're just getting started here, you will learn to enjoy it. And you will know how wrong you have been. And trust me, that girlfriend of yours will break way before the big bad FBI agent. So close your eyes Emily. Taylor is next.' With that he stopped speaking; and once again the team had to look away, whilst Andrea cried silent tears. He forced his way into her, and a scream they could see her fighting made its way out of her mouth.

It was freezing. And cramped. And dark. And Taylor had no idea where the hell she was.

All she knew was that she had a horrible feeling about the whole situation, and that she could hear murmuring coming from close by. She tried to sit up; but that movement alone caused her head to spin and her stomach to clench violently. Forcing herself to move slowly; she rolled onto her back in the confined space, and fought to keep the contents of her stomach where they belonged. She was about to shout out for help when she heard something which made her empty said contents into a pile on the cement next to her.

A scream.

And it was most definitely her girlfriend.

'Emily?'

A/N: So now my internet's back up, I promise I will be updating this tomorrow.

I'm going to give you as many chapters as I can this week as I'm going on holiday Saturday and I won't be able to update basically for two weeks.

I'd LOVE to hear what you guys think; because this is my first attempt at writing anything this dark. So, review? :)