A/N: Okay, so one thing to point out here: this is not actually Criminal Minds. While I am going along with certain storylines from the show, details will be changed drastically. As you know, in my story, Hotch is still with the team rather than in witsec. That means that Scratch abducting JJ is purely about torture, mainly psychological, rather than getting information. He is a sadist after all.

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JJ felt sick as Scratch approached her, but she wasn't about to let him see her fear. That's exactly what he wanted, and there was no way she was giving him the satisfaction. "Where's my team?"

"You're team? Oh… right. They were in that little accident too, weren't they?" His smile only grew at that, and JJ was terrified at what it meant.

"Answer the question, you sick bastard. Where are they?"

"Now, I don't really think that's the way to talk to someone who is holding your life in their hands. You see, you're under my control." To prove his point, he walked over to a nearby table and picked something up.

At first, JJ couldn't see what it was, but when he turned around, the metal of the blade glinted in the dim light. The pain she was feeling moments ago from the wreck was no longer at the forefront of her mind… because in that instant, she knew it was nothing compared to what Scratch was truly capable of.

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Once Street and Hotch arrived at the hospital, Alvez was able to be released, but Rossi was going into surgery. Reid had met them there, and Stephen's wife had been given the news. The whole situation could only be described as hell.

Street was a nervous wreck… and it showed. He was pacing the corridors as he waited on Hotch, and his thoughts were growing increasingly erratic the longer he was there.

He looked down at his hand. It was shaking, and nothing he did could stop it. That seemed to happen a lot when he realized something, or someone, he loved was at stake. This time was obviously no exception.

He took a deep breath in an effort to keep his anger in check. He couldn't afford to lose it on some random stranger in the hospital… but it was becoming harder and harder to reign himself in. JJ and his child were in danger… and he was going to kill the bastard responsible.

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Hotch knew he was pushing protocol, but he needed everyone that he could get in the field. That's why he made the decision to reinstate Reid. To hell with protocol, his agent was missing. That meant he couldn't deal with the brass right now.

That also meant he needed reinforcements.

His first call was to Matt Simmons. He trusted the man immensely, and knew he'd do whatever to help bring JJ home.

Matt agreed to meet him at the BAU immediately. Then Hotch called Tara Lewis. She had played a big role in helping with Reid's case, and he thought they could use her assistance in finding Scratch's hideout. She also agreed to help.

With that taken care of, Hotch grabbed Street, Reid and Alvez, and they made their way to the BAU. There still wasn't any word from Hondo's team or any of the others that were canvassing.

Scratch had managed to evade the BAU for a long time, and that was a big concern for Hotch. He couldn't let that happen this time… he wouldn't let it happen.

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It had been three hours since the teams discovered that JJ was abducted. There were no leads on her location, and Street was completely lost. He had no idea what to do with himself. He wasn't allowed in the field, therefore he was pretty much confined to the space of the BAU.

With that in mind, he walked up the steps to the balcony that held several of the offices… including JJ's. Her door was still open from when she left with the team, and her desk lamp was glowing brightly on a stack of files.

Street slowly stepped inside. It had been a while since he had been in here, but several things had been changed. Her desk was definitely a lot more cluttered than before, but what really stood out were the pictures JJ had placed on it. Where she used to have a picture of the BAU team, in its place was one of both teams… the BAU and 20-Squad. It was taken from their Christmas dinner together, and everyone was smiling brightly at the camera.

Then, beside of that one, was a picture of Street and herself. It was also at Christmas, and they were sat in front of the tree that they had decorated together, her arms wrapped tightly around him as he snapped the picture.

Street had to swallow past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, and all he wanted was to hold JJ in his arms. He looked away, blinking rapidly to clear the tears. He made his way back to the door, not wanting to be in there without JJ, when a loud bang sounded from the conference room.

He broke into a jog and, when he made it to the room, was surprised to find Reid standing there. There were several books scattered across the floor, and Street had never seen Reid looking so disheveled. His heart started racing, thinking Reid had heard something about JJ. "What happened?"

The agent proceeded to explain how he discovered a trap that JJ and Walker had set… a trap that was meant to lure out Scratch. He also discovered a substance that Scratch was using, and that JJ had come to the same conclusion. "This is how she and Walker were trying to locate Scratch. We need to get Garcia to track down any places nearby that use that same substance." He grabbed his phone and called the technical analyst, relaying the same information to her, before turning back to Street. "She'll let us know."

Street was a little confused. It was good news that Reid had found JJ's trap… so why the outburst? "Okay, that's great. Maybe that will lead us to JJ… but what happened here?" He gestured to the books that were still on the ground.

"This took me sixty minutes to figure out, when it should've been sixty seconds. JJ is counting on us right now, and I'm letting her down." He looked near to tears, and Street understood the feeling.

"You're not letting her down, Reid. You figured this out, you've given us something to go on." He took a seat at the conference room table, exhaustion weighing on him. "JJ was a wreck when you were in prison. She worked her ass off to get you back… and now I see you doing the same for her."

"She's my best friend." His voice was barely above a whisper. "If anything happens to her…"

"I know." Street couldn't think about that. JJ was going to be fine… she had to be.

…

Thanks to Reid's new information, Garcia was able to locate a church that used Scratch's particular substance. Hotch and the BAU, save for Reid and Street, went to go check it out. It ended up being Scratch's technical base of operations, and Garcia was using it to track Scratch's actual location.

After that, it didn't take long for Reid to get the call from Hotch saying Garcia had found him. He sent Reid the address of a warehouse and told him to meet him and the rest of the team there.

Street, listening in the whole time, finally felt a bit of hope. This had to be it. This had to be where Scratch was holding JJ. "I'm going with you."

Reid's eyes widened slightly as Street grabbed a set of keys to one of the SUVs. "I don't think that's a good idea. You're not supposed to be in the field."

"To hell with that. I'm not going to stand here wasting time arguing with you. I'm going to that warehouse, and you can either come with me or not… but I will be there to get JJ and to make sure this bastard goes down." He quickly moved towards the elevators, knowing Reid was right behind him.

Once in the parking garage, the two jumped into an SUV, Street behind the wheel, and raced towards the address that Hotch had provided. Street couldn't deny that he was nervous. He had no idea what they were about to walk into… no idea about JJ.

Street gripped the steering wheel tighter as his hand started to shake. He couldn't do this, not right now. He needed to stay focused, that was the only way to get JJ back.

Reid was on the phone for most of the drive, coordinating with Hotch, and being informed that SWAT would meet them there. When Reid hung up, he relayed what had been said. "Also, he knows you're coming. He doesn't like it, and he hasn't told Hondo, but Hotch had assumed you would come anyways… and that there wouldn't be any way of stopping you."

Street nodded, never taking his eyes off of the dark road ahead of them. "He understands it being personal." He had been told about what happened to Haley… and he prayed this wouldn't be the same outcome.

Reid's voice was grim as he replied, "I think we're all a little compromised on this one."

With Street's driving, it didn't take long to get to the address. The two men jumped out of the SUV and strapped on their vests, Street wearing the spare that was in the back. They informed Hotch of their arrival, and though he didn't like them going in without backup, he knew there was no time to waste.

It was a big warehouse, so there was a lot of area to cover. Hotch was another five minutes out, and Street wasn't sure about SWAT. All he knew was that he and Reid were on their own for a bit.

They made entry, and started down the first corridor, moving deeper into the warehouse. It was quiet, no sign of Scratch or JJ. They couldn't be sure that this wasn't a trap.

Street and Reid moved in sync, each clearing the doors they came across on their respective side. All clear… they moved on to the second floor.

Street's senses were in overdrive. So far they hadn't come across anything, but he could feel that they were close. JJ was here.

Once the agent and officer reached the end of the corridor, a light could be seen filtering through one of the doorways. Some sounds could be heard from that room as well, and Street readied himself to face Scratch. He and Reid shared a glance, both men knowing that this was it.

As they eased closer to the door, Street wondered if JJ was in there too. They needed to be careful in case she was.

By the time they got ready to enter, someone could be heard running. Street and Reid immediately breached the door, and they saw Scratch fleeing the room through a different exit.

Street didn't hesitate to take off after him. He knew Reid was following, but it didn't matter. Either way, he was going.

At this point, Scratch had the upper hand. The warehouse was a maze of corridors, and he was familiar with the area. Street wasn't.

Scratch had already darted through another couple doorways, and Street momentarily lost eyes on him. Reid caught his attention and motioned as he caught up.

"Street, we need to split up. I'll take the left corridor."

"Okay." Street took off to the right, hoping he was on the right track. He needed to be the one to catch Lewis.

Hotch radioed that he was on site and taking the rest of the team through a secondary entrance.

Street kept his eyes peeled for any evidence of Scratch's trail as he made his way deeper into the building. The whole place had an ominous feel, as it was cold and dark… and there was a maniac currently loose within the walls of it.

There was a sound coming from the stairwell leading to the third floor and Street knew that was Scratch. The rest of the team was still on the ground and second levels. Protocol was that Street should alert them to Lewis' location, but he quickly decided against it. He was going to be the one to finish this.

"I've got JJ, but she's unconscious and injured. Roll an RA." Reid's voice came through Street's earpiece, and the officer let out a sigh of relief that JJ had been found.

He had no idea what condition she was in though. He didn't know how badly she was injured, but while he desperately wanted to get to her right now, Scratch was still trying to get away. Street couldn't let that happen… not after all of this, not after hurting JJ.

He followed the path he thought Scratch had taken, being mindful that there could be traps set.

"Street, stand down! That's an order!" It was Hondo. SWAT must've arrived on scene to clear the rest of the building… but there was no chance Street was giving this up. This son of a bitch was going to pay.

Street could hear a door closing at the end of the floor. He didn't hesitate to close the distance. He found the door, which opened to a stairwell, and scrambled up the steps that led to the roof. Once he got there, he immediately saw Scratch trying to get to the fire escape.

It was mostly dark, but Street could see the gun as soon as Scratch pulled it from his waist band. He ducked for cover as several shots were fired.

"Shots fired, sound off!" It was Hotch, but Street ignored him.

Scratch was getting ready to step onto the ladder, and Street used the distraction to lunge.

He pulled the man off of the ledge, throwing him to the roof as both of their guns clattered to the ground after him.

Scratch, though seemingly surprised, was up within seconds reaching for his weapon. Street kicked out, knocking the man off of his feet again.

He was then on top of him, throwing punches at his face while picturing what hell JJ had been subjected to. Scratch fought back, continuously trying to knock Street off of him, and at one point, he succeeded. They both scrambled to their feet.

Scratch gave him a menacing smile. "Officer Street… you may have found Agent Jareau, but she will never be the same… not after what I've done to her."

That was it. Street could no longer contain his rage. He lunged at Scratch again, both of them hitting the ground and rolling dangerously towards the ledge. Street was stronger though, and with a swift kick to the man's ribs, he sent Scratch over the ledge.

Scratch grabbed hold of the edge, his eyes taunting the officer… but he couldn't hold on. He fell to the ground five stories below, and Street watched as his body hit with a thud. There was no movement, but with a fall like that, Street wasn't expecting there to be.

Slightly breathless, he radioed the rest of the responding agents and officers. "Lewis is down."

It was Hotch that responded. "Reid and I are with JJ. We're on the second floor, end of the north corridor."

Street didn't have to be told twice. He took off in a sprint back down the stairs and through the cold and dark corridors. His heart was pumping and he wasn't sure if it was from the adrenaline or the fear of JJ's condition.

He made it to the location that Hotch provided, and couldn't help but gasp at the sight before him.

The first thing he noticed was the blood… there was so much of it. He rushed over to JJ, though she was unconscious and couldn't respond to his pleas for her to be okay. He pulled her into his arms, noting how pale she looked.

"JJ, baby, I'm here. I'm right here." He stroked her hair, willing the medics to hurry up.

Hotch and Reid stood off to the side, neither concealing their anxiety over their friend's current state.

Street continued whispering reassurances as the sirens could finally be heard in the distance. What the hell was taking them so long?

"You here that? They're coming, baby. Please, just keep fighting.. I need you to come back to me."

It felt like an eternity before several EMTs came rushing in. They moved Street out of the way, but he didn't go far, leaving only enough space for them to tend to his unconscious fiancé.

One of the EMTs started asking questions about JJ and her medical history, some of which Hotch had to answer because Street was too dazed to say anything. He finally managed to choke out, "She's pregnant."

"How far along?"

"F-four months." He didn't miss the grim look that the EMTs shared. "Is the baby okay?"

"Sir, we don't know yet. We need to get her to the ambulance."

Deep in his heart, Street knew it was probably too late for their child. There was too much blood for him to think otherwise. He just prayed they weren't too late for JJ.