When Penelope and I ran back into the conference room only Sam and Hotchner were there. I assumed the other agents were on their assignments to find Clara but right now I didn't need to know. She pulled up the video and it played automatically. Sam walked over to my side as the four of us watched what this sick son of a bitch wanted.
"Agent Hotchner." A voice came from a black and fuzzy screen. Hotchner stood up straighter and looked at the screen. "I believe you have waited a long time to hear from little ol' me." The voice laughed. "Now listen very carefully. Because a few people's lives depend on it." He sighed and the camera finally went into focus.
It was a living room and by the look on Agent Hotchner's face I think it was his living room. Sam looked over to me and I just kept staring at the screen. The shaky camera moved over to a couch where a women with dark brown hair and terrified look on her face hold a kid no older than three at her side. The kid hid his face in his mother's side. Hotchner's arms dropped as everyone looked at him.
"Now see they are very cooperative." He laughed. "You taught them well." Then he sighed. " But then there is this major pain in my ass." he dropped the camera onto what I assume was a tripod. He walked over to the side out of frame and the sound of unlocking chains and a bit of a struggle made my back straighten and Sam to lean in.
My heart just about broke when I saw who Foyet had. He threw her to the ground and she tried to her best to sit up. "You know being thrown around isn't nearly as much fun as being kicked in the stomach." She laughed. The demon rolled his eyes and kicked Clara in the stomach and she rolled onto her back with a small smile. Her face was pale a beaten in and she was covered in blood. The rips in her shirt made it obvious she had been stabbed.
"How many?" I asked Sam.
"More than I can count." he sighed.
I swallowed hard when she looked up into the camera. "Now I expect you to come alone or they all die." He snarled as he looked down at Clara. I could tell she had been running her mouth just by the way he looked at her.
"Hotch don't." She coughed out. She pushed to her knees quickly. "It's just a trap!" She yelled as she was kicked back down. She again pushed her self on all fours and I could see her shaking. She was hurt bad and I couldn't do anything about it!
"We got a deal to work out." Foyet bent down to Clara's level and looked up at the camera.
"Don't..." Sam must have seen something I didn't.
"But to get you here faster..." he paused as he pulled a gun from his side.
The last thing I saw on that video was that demon's smile, Clara's wide eyes. Followed by a gun shot, someone falling and a women's scream. I froze. The video was gone and all I could say was; "Where is that house?" I said through my teeth before I even moved.
Hotchner turned around quickly and ran out the door. I didn't even hesitate. Sam followed and we ran down the hall and down the stairs. "Dean..." Sam started as we jumped into the SUV Hotchner had at the front of the building.
"Don't Sam." I shook my head as he got in the back and Hotch drove off.
"Dean we really need to think this through... I mean we all saw..."
"Sam for right now don't give me logic. Just..." I paused trying to deny what I had just seen. "Just have a little faith little brother." It was hard enough for me to keep believing Clara would be alive when we got to her but for Sam, the believer of the family to start to lose hope was harder to take.