"You did a wonderful job, boys."

I opened my eyes when I heard his voice. I hadn't even heard the door open, but apparently Brent and Jesse had because they had started getting dressed.

He stood in front of the two men while they finished dressing. Even just looking at them made me want to throw up, and I had to fight against my stomach clenching to expel whatever I had left.

When the two men were done getting dressed they stood to face him, and before either of them could react, the man pulled his gun and shot them execution style. I flinched and closed my eyes while they collapsed onto the ground, and he just chuckled.

"I'll leave you alone to let that sink in for a moment...but I'll be back." He left before I could say a word, not that I had wanted to say anything. He hadn't bothered locking the door this time, having seen that I had been tied to the bed with one hand.

I struggled to sit up, my legs sticky with a mixture of blood and semen. My hair was damp with sweat and stuck to my face, but however annoying it was, I couldn't do anything about it. I pulled my legs up, making myself as small as I could before I leaned my head on my knees and closed my eyes again.

I didn't want to look at them. My stomach clenched again and I swallowed hard. Why hadn't he killed me too? I had been properly broken, like he had wanted. What more could he do to me? How far would he go?

For an hour, I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest and my head on my knees. I waited for him to come finish the job and kill me but he never came.

Instead, I could hear a commotion outside of the room and another shot being fired. The thump of a body hitting the ground had me tense, but I didn't move a muscle as I tried to figure out what was going on.

"Clear!" I heard a familiar voice call out. From somewhere in the house, I heard someone else repeat the word, and then I heard a female voice in front of the room I was in.

"Hey, back me up," she said and I realized that these were people I knew. This was my team, finally coming to save me. The woman was Emily Prentiss, and even though she hadn't been a part of the team for a while, I still considered her as such.

The door opened and Emily stood in the doorway and for a moment, I couldn't move. I couldn't even lift my head to look at her. I felt ashamed as I sat on the bed, naked, probably looking like a mess. Emily gasped, and only then did I look up.

"Two dead," she called to someone outside of the room before she looked at me. "I found her." She quickly took off her FBI jacket and made her way over to me, purposely ignoring the way I flinched when she touched my shoulder.

"Em."

"Shh...we're going to get you out of here Jayje," Emily just said, not bothering to ask what happened. I watched her face as she worked on the ties around my hand and realized that she already knew what happened to me, or at least guessed.

Nobody entered the room, which was a relief. Emily stepped back when she had managed to untie me and looked at me, still curled up in a ball. My broken wrist throbbed and I gritted my teeth.

"My wrist," I croaked out, "is broken...and I think..." Emily stopped me by shaking her head. She could see what my injuries were except for the ones on the inside.

"Get the paramedics in here," she called out to no one in particular. She seemed to bite her tongue because she kept quiet until the paramedics rushed into the room. Both were female, and both took charge right away when they saw me. They stabilized my wrist in record time.

"Mrs. Jareau, can you stand?"

I nodded my head and turned so that I could put my feet on the ground. I looked up and stared right into the lifeless eyes of Brent, and I shivered. I swallowed and closed my eyes as I pushed myself up from the bed.

"You can lay down on the gurney." I had to open my eyes to see the gurney in front of me, which they had taken into the room with them but I hadn't even noticed until they had pointed it out. I turned again, my back to the bodies, and sat down on the gurney.

My stomach turned and I dry heaved. Nothing came out, though the paramedics and Emily stepped out of the way. I chuckled dryly.

"Don't worry, I won't throw up over your shoes." Emily let out a surprised snort and I looked up at her, a smile on my face that didn't reach my eyes like it normally did. I lay down, just wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible.

A blanket covered me quickly and I sighed in relief as it warmed me up pretty quickly.

"Get her out of here, I'll be right behind you." Emily seemed to read my mind and I was grateful for my friend, who had been there whenever I needed her. Well, mostly she had been there after I needed her, but still.

I had to keep my eyes open as they rode me toward the ambulance, the nausea now clinging to me. I clung to the blanket over me and glanced around at all the cops and even some of my team standing and staring at me.

What I wouldn't do to disappear, I thought as they settled the gurney into the ambulance. I didn't say a word, though while she checked my vitals and stared at some of the bigger bruises on my face and arms, one of the paramedics talked non stop.

It was only when Emily sat down next to her and glared at her that she stopped talking. The other paramedic climbed in behind the wheel and turned to look at us.

"Are we ready to go?" She asked, only waiting long enough for her colleague to nod before she turned and started the car.