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~MBL

After what seemed like hours, the team finally assembled at Pittsburgh Police Department. Hotch started the introductions, and when getting to Holly, she just nodded.

After an hour of setting up, Holly stood from her chair and was halfway to the door when JJ stopped her.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Going to see my grandpa. I promised him next time I'm in Pittsburgh, I'll visit him." Holly responded, without hesitation.

"And you need your gun and badge to go to your grandfather's house?" Blake asked, uncertain.

"You never know these days, I guess." Holly just shrugged.

"Well, hurry back," Hotch responded, looking up from the files. "You're the best person to talk to on this case. We need you."

Without saying a word, Holly walked out.

Holly wasn't going to take one of the FBI SUVs to his house. That would easily give too much away. So she decided to walk. She realized she probably should have brought her vest, but she had to do this now. She walked up to the familiar shabby house that still haunted her dreams and gave chills running up and down her spine.

Gun in both hands, as if this was second nature, Holly turned around and kicked the door open.

"FBI!" she shouted, wondering if anyone was actually home.

Holly could hear hushed voices, and crying. She knew she would just have to wait him out in the hallway. She heard the familiar sound of rope being cut and small sobs coming from the bedroom she knew all to well.

And just like that, the man who haunted her dreams every time she was able to get her eyes closed was standing in front of her, gripping Natalie Brown by her hair.

He would be in his mid forties by now, gray lines beginning to streak his tousled, light brown hair. He was quite tanned; he had obviously soaked up some vitamin D while destroying lives. He was still quite well built, and Holly assumed that he still worked out, remembering his obsession with the gym fifteen years ago. With a smirk, Holly recognized the ugly, red scar that she had caused across his eye, prohibiting some of his left eyebrow from growing back, this caused him to look ten times more dangerous. His light gray eyes held something in them as he looked at Holly that she was not quite certain of. Lust? Hunger? Triumph? One thing was for certain.

Charlie Price was back in her life.

"Holly! I knew you'd show up sooner or later! Tell me, how have you been?" he greeted, a wicked glint in his eye.

"FBI," Holly tried to say unemotionally, but her voice was hardly firm, and sounded like a plea. "Let her go, Charlie."

"So you're FBI now?" Charlie cackled. "Your time at the AFP is over?"

"You sent that note, didn't you? Threatening to kill the rest of my team if I didn't come back?" Holly shook, not taking her gun off the man's head.

"Very good, Agent Green." Holly shivered at that last sentence.

"Let her go. Or I'll put a bullet in between your eyes." Holly all of a sudden sounded much braver than she felt.

"Now Holly, you know I can't do that, not unless I have an exchange." He laughed, shaking at finger as if to patronize Holly.

"What do you want?" Holly was afraid she already knew the answer.

"You of course," he replied. "Haven't you noticed that all the last victims have some resemblance to you? The age, the hair, the eyes, even the freckles? Why do you think I picked this one? She looks just like you when you were her age. That's how I knew you'd be coming back to me. Don't you recognize it?"

Holly did recognize it, that's what made the whole situation so terrifying.

"Alright." Holly resigned, dropping her gun. "Just let the poor girl go."

Charlie let go of Natalie's hair. Instead of running out the door, she ran to Holly, hugging her.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" she cried out, in between sobs.

"Now I need you to listen to me. Go straight home, do not talk to anyone. Do not stop. Be with your family. When you're settled, call 911. Tell them that you are out of the Pittsburgh Rapist's house. Do not tell them where it is. Do not tell them his name. And most importantly, do not tell them my name. Can you do that?"

She felt the girl nod her head, tears still streaming from her eyes.

"But what about you? I can't leave you here." she asked naïvely.

"I'll be fine, but when the FBI comes, and they will, tell the blond woman that the agent that helped you says sorry, and she deserves this. But don't tell anyone anything else."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry." Holly replied, tears now flowing freely down her face.

Their embrace was broken by Charlie clapping.

"Well done! That was a truly emotional performance, really brought a tear to my eye!" he laughed, feigning wiping a tear from his cheek.

"You'll be fine. Now go!" Holly commanded, with as much strength as she could muster. Natalie ran out of the house, only stopping once at the front gate to look back at Holly. She tried to smile encouragingly, but on the inside she felt like her whole world had just fallen to shit.

"Now let's get down to business!" Charlie snapped, a sadistic smile creeping onto his face. Holly just glared at him. Pulling out a knife and rope, he tied Holly's hands together in front of her body, then bent over behind her, knife raised, and slashed the back of Holly's knees. Holly fell to the ground with a gasp, blood already pooling on the floor at her knees.

"Sorry sweetie," Charlie began, whispering against her ear, causing a shiver to run down Holly's spine. "Can't have you running off, can I?"

He proceeded to half drag, half carry her into the room where Natalie was only minutes earlier. He threw her carelessly on the bed and she began to examine her surroundings as he was tying her arms and legs to the bedposts. Her eyes fell on a wall that was entirely made up of hundreds, yes, hundreds of photos of girls tied up to the bed, all suffering from the same rope burns she was all too familiar with.

And there, right on the top of the wall, in a size triple to that of the other photos, was Holly's own photo, with a plaque underneath reading 'Holly Grace Green'. Holly wanted to do nothing but scream at that point, but she knew she at least had to act strong, so Charlie couldn't get the full satisfaction he craved.

Not only was her picture the biggest, but Holly realized that she was the only one who was beaten. She had a black, swollen eye, a broken nose, and two cuts on her lower lip.

"What do you think?" Charlie asked, still standing over Holly.

"I love what you've done with the place." she retorted sarcastically.

"So do you like the victims? They all have one of the features on them."

Looking back at the wall, Holly realized Charlie was right. All of those pictures had girls who had blond hair, green eyes or freckles.

"And they're all eighteen too, I'm guessing?" Holly asked bitterly.

"Well done, Agent Green!"

"But the BAU only had seven victims in the last five years. Eight, including me." Holly was scared of where this might be going.

"Holly, how many young women actually tell people they've been raped? You certainly didn't! None of these girls did either, except for those brave seven." he boasted, a horrific smug look on his face.

"So you've raped hundreds of people in the last fifteen years?"

"Yep, two hundred and fifty seven women to be exact, all fitting the same victimology."

"Why those features?" Holly asked.

"Well because without them, you wouldn't be you. These girls were all raped because they had a similarity to you."

That's when Holly started to feel sick to her stomach.

"And did you see the other wall? It's solely dedicated to you!"

Holly was afraid to turn around, but she knew she had to. On the opposite wall were not hundreds, but thousands of photos and all of them were containing her. Photos from when she was seventeen playing soccer, to when she was in the Australian Federal Police department. One was even from today, getting off the plane.

Charlie Price was stalking her every move.

And Holly vomited onto the floor for the second time that day.

A/N - Another thank you to IniTiniNini for yet another review. This way I know people are actually liking the story and this inspires me to write quicker and upload faster ;)

Next chapter will be longer, I promise!

~MBL