Chapter 3
Jennifer awoke feeling remarkably relaxed in Emily's arms. Both ladies had a pleasant evening after returning from the pool, watching my little mermaid and making out on Emily's bed, both women falling asleep cuddled together, fully clothed,
"Good morning Jennifer, sleep well?" Asked a smirking Tracey standing in the doorway with her smirking wife
Both pilots started a rendition of Under the Sea; the two cuddling love birds had been very vocal when singing along with their favourite film. Neither woman cared. They were both over the moon for their friends.
"Morning," Yawned Emily as she kissed Jennifer on her lips
"Good morning, Emmster," Smirked Anne, knowing Emily didn't realise she had an audience.
Emily's face started to redden in embarrassment.
"Anne Logan, you do remember I know a lot of your embarrassing stories that I am sure Emily would enjoy hearing," laughed Jennifer, leaning in for a kiss
Tracey smiled. "I think we will declare that a draw, breakfast?"
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"Lt Logan?" Asked the woman standing at the door
Tracey nodded at the older woman, wondering what she wanted so early in the morning.
"I am Special Agent Abigail Gray, Coast Guard Investigative Service," she said, displaying her credentials. "Would it be possible to speak with Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, please?"
Tracey asked the agent in and asked her to follow her to the kitchen.
"Emily, this is special agent Gray of the Coast Guard Investigative Service; she would like to speak to you."
She placed her coffee mug, looked up at the agent, and smiled, "Is this about our kidnapping?"
"Not exactly. My name is Abigail Agent Prentiss. I need to run a theory of mine past you. You said your kidnapping wasn't the UnSubs first in your statement?" Agent Gray started instantly peaking Emily's attention
"Yeah, everything seemed too slick for it to be his first. I have my technical analyst checking for missing females. She needs more to narrow her search down. It's only a gut feeling until we can narrow things down," answered Emily.
Looking across at Jennifer, "AST1 Jareau, the body you helped recover yesterday, has been identified as Coast Guard reservist Amy Mullander. She was an operations specialist who reported absent without authority five weeks ago. She failed to attend her unit. until her body was recovered, there was no sign of her." Emily listened intently, not seeing anything linking their kidnapping, Yet
"The abandoned car of Culinary Specialist Tina Faye was discovered in the southern car park of Fort Canby State Park. Her car keys, cell phone and purse were discovered underneath her abandoned car," She handed Emily a crime scene photograph displaying the discarded items.
"This is from your abandoned car," handing over a second picture.
Emily examined the two pictures, casting her trained eye over them. They are positioned precisely; they are the same, she thinks, "What else do you have, Abigail?" asked Emily, knowing she was holding things back.
Abigail Gray had been holding back a few things, wanting to test the FBI profiler. She smiled at Emily, realising she had been found out. "Except you, Emily, everyone worked for Coast Guard aviation. They have all been Gay, all out and proud active participants in the community. Tina Faye's girlfriend is on a Coast Guard Cutter in Alaska. She is being flown back down here. Three other females listed as unauthorised absence who worked within Coast Guard Aviation. One Aviation Maintenance `Technician failed to return after a three-day Furlow; she was an exemplary worker. However, her supervisors were shocked when she didn't return from her sin to win weekend in Salt Lake City. She never showed up to check in to her prepaid hotel room. I have one pilot and one operation Specialist, but they are only gut feelings; both women failed to return to the station after a weekend off. I am not a profiler, Emily; I need your assistance. My supervisor thinks I am making tenuous links that aren't there," she explained.
Jennifer watched Emily as she thought about everything she had been told, " I agree, Abigail. Our UnSub has had issues with someone who worked within Coast Guard Aviation—suffered slightly at the hands of gay females, Rejection or disgust at their sexual persuasion. He feels like he is testing them. Those that are worthy will survive the swim ashore. the unworthy drown." Emily paused as a horrid thought entered her mind. "Shit, we were saved following his bigger plan. I was collateral damage, but Anne and Tracey were targeted. He could still want to complete the job. You might have made yourself a target, Jennifer, by saving the girls and being homosexual," An ice-cold shiver descended Emily's spine as she thought about Jennifer being in danger.
"I need to speak to my unit chief at Quantico. I think the FBI needs to help a sister federal agency. I can't investigate this case but will keep these three safe."
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David leaned on the blue plastic fish tote sitting on the aft deck of his boat. The double-walled tote had been repurposed for his nefarious reasons. Commercial fishermen used them to hold their catch on the way to the market. Today's catch was Health Services Technician Kelly Williams, the medic who had been blitz-attacked when she pulled over to help. The petrified medic was submerged in the water-filled tote, breathing through two small bore nose straws. The small bore tubes allowed her to live, making each breath extremely difficult, heightening her panic. Kelly was returning from a week's leave, and intercepting her would have her listed as an unauthorised absence before her return.
He blocked the end of the tubes, feeling the suction against the pads of his thumbs. He needed to think about how to get to the three escaped women. He wasn't sure if they remembered his face but wasn't willing to take the chance.
"There isn't anything on the radar," Brian shouted from the wheelhouse.
Quinn and Simone carried hand and ankle cuffs with heavy chains welded on. They were dropping the restraints to the deck beside the blue tote.
"Ready for judgment, Kelly?" He taunted as he removed his thumbs to allow her to breathe again, banging the tote lid a few times.
"Get her out," He told the two women.
Unlocking the plastic lid, they looked emotionless at the shivering woman inside the blue fish tote; they followed their husbands without question. Both hated the Coast Guard and gay women; the two submissive wives believed what their husbands told them; both men had total control over them; years of physical and mental abuse had stripped away any free will from these two women; they believed they existed to do their husbands every command. They controlled their entire life.
Kelly Williams breathed deeply when she was dropped onto the boat's deck. The Health service technician was petrified; looking up at the man standing above her shivering body and cold eyes sent a shiver down her spine; hatred filled his eyes.
"You brought this on yourself; you disgust me," he snarled as he tossed her rainbow badge beside her. " Your kind stole my mother from us, broke my Father. He was never the same again. He took his anger out on me for years," He slapped her hard across the face as he remembered his father's torture.
" Don't hurt me, please. I have a family, Please," Begged Kelly
Her answer was a hard kick to her ribs.
Without another word, the two women approached her and fastened the handcuffs and ankle cuffs on the shivering woman. The heavy chains attached to her handcuffs were connected to a rope around the winch on the boat's stern used to haul in the crab pots.
The boat engines roared to life, and froth formed as the boat pulled away and gained speed. Kelly Williams was unceremoniously pushed off the stern of the boat. Being dragged behind the speeding boat, she had to fight to keep her head above the water by pulling down on her handcuffs. Her feet were being dragged down by the heavy chains attached to her ankle cuffs. The winch pulled her closer to the boat's stern, where David Coleman watched his struggling guest.
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The BAU team sat listening to Emily, briefing them over the video link on what Abigail Gray had discovered. Abigail's discoveries, unfortunately, didn't help her case. She believes her kidnapper is a serial killer, but she knows her gut feeling isn't enough to persuade Hotch to bring the team. Knowing she couldn't push too hard as she was personally involved.
"Emily!" Rossi started,
Knowing what the senior man would say, her fury grew hidden behind her protective walls, not wanting to show her team how much this experience had affected her. "Don't Emily me, Dave. You are damn right. It's personal. I want this bastard that tossed us Into the damn sea to drown," Emily snapped.
The team watched as a hand took Emily by her hand, linking fingers. The tense profiler relaxes instantly on contact. Something is whispered that is inaudible to the assembled profilers at Quantico. Emily glanced to the side and smiled.
"Ahhh, who is your friend Emster? Let me see," asked a very enthusiastic and curious technical analyst.
Hotch would usually stop Penelope before she went off on a tangent. Still, he was also very interested in discovering the identity of the appeasing force capable of calming a furious Emily Prentiss.
"This is AST1 Jennifer Jareau, the rescue swimmer who saved the three of us." Announced Emily as she turned the laptop so Jennifer could be seen.
"Thank you for saving Emmster, Jennifer Jareau,"
"You welcome, Ma'am," answered the embarrassed Rescue Swimmer.
Jennifer's embarrassment worsened after every member of Emily's team thanked her individually; Hotch took pity on the embarrassed blonde rescue swimmer and brought them back to the point.
"Emily, I agree with you, but to justify sending the whole team, there is not enough firm evidence; you know that…..Who else knows about Agent Gray's theory?" Hotch asked; he had an idea to help alleviate Strauss and Emily's situation.
" Her immediate supervisor at the CGIS and the four of us. She asked me to help confirm her theory, and her supervisor suggested she approach me. They had attended a talk I had given about profiling," answered Emily, wondering where Hotch was going with this
Hotch paused as he thought through his plan; much to the annoyance of his fellow profilers, his face was unreadable. Even David Rossi was at a loss, not sure where his old friend was going with this.
"We will work the case from here until we have enough to justify the team. I want to try to keep our involvement out of this. Lt Cdr Logan, is there a way we can send two members of our team to you while keeping their identity secret? No need to show our hand to the UnSub just yet," Hotch asked.
A new face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Anne," smiled Penelope
"Hi, Penny; we had requests for a reporter and camera operator to fly with our helicopter crews to produce a documentary on our rescue operations around the Pacific Northwest. Discovery is sending camera crews to all our air stations to create a docu-series. They will come down soon to attend to safety briefs and familiarisation with our helicopters. I could arrange for that to happen now. That way, whomever you send would have a reason to interact with people without raising suspicion," Anne answered.
Ashley Seaver looked at her fellow profilers, feeling uncomfortable as they all looked at her,
"Love it, Bossman," announced an excited Garcia.
Ashley looked at the shit-eating grin on her husband's face, realisation hitting her, knowing where his mind had gone after realising what Hotch was about to ask her. "Derek Seaver-Morgan, mind out the gutter if you ever want to get laid again; I am not making out with Emily or any other woman while you watch, so forget it, mister," scolded his wife with a smirk. Ashley whispered something into his ear, a devilish grin on her face.
"Ashley, Derek, get together with Garcia and Lt Cdr Logan, and you fly out tonight. Lt Cdr Logan, is that enough time to make arrangements at your end?" Asked Hotch
"Yeah, I can make it happen; I will see you, agents, tomorrow," smiled the pilot
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Three hours after Kelly Williams had been chained to the boat, her dead body was winched on board. She had bravely fought to keep her head above the water for two hours before hyperthermia took effect; Kelly had decided to take a little nap in her confused state. Her final moments were peaceful as she started to inhale the cold Pacific waters, slipping into her eternal sleep.
Her body was stuffed into a metal crab cage. He wasn't sure if the body recovered was one of his earlier girls. He placed her body inside the metal crab cage to prevent her bloated body from floating to the surface in the later stages of decomposition.
"Time to feed the sea critters," Smiled David as he dropped the crab cage containing his latest victim into the sea To disappear forever
" Your punishment is nearly over, you stupid bitch. Be thankful I can't mark your hideous face. You should have known their friend was an FBI agent," Brian snarled at his wife.
Simone had replaced Kelly in the fish tote, forced to breathe through the nose straws. A friend had discovered that Emily Prentiss was an FBI agent. David was unhappy about the discovery and ordered Brian to punish his wife. He had to be careful not to mark her on the face or arms as she worked in the Coast Guard's operations room. He needed the stupid woman. She had access to personnel files so he could find his next victims.
"Get her out," he commanded
Brian hauled his wife out of the water and dropped her to the deck as she gasped for air. Brian grabbed the distressed woman's chin and forced her head up.
"You get one last chance to redeem yourself, do you understand me?" he asked the gasping woman; she nodded, too frightened to answer his question, not wanting to make him any angrier.
"I want to know how I can get to those three bitches, do not fail me again, or you will be listed as missing and join Kelly down there in your crab cage. I need you to check if the FBI are investigating her kidnapping or the CGIS." he smiled, seeing the fear in her eyes. He wanted to make their return appearance memorable. He would have to think about that. A sadistic smile appeared as he caught sight of the hydraulic cylinder on the winch.
"Diving decompression chamber, can you get access?" he asked Brian as he remembered a documentary he had watched on discovery about explosive decompression.
"Yeah, I have the keys to the mobile decompression chamber we have ready for transport immediately. With the correct paperwork, we can drive it away. I don't even think that the chamber has a tracker attached. Why?" asked his curious friend
A devilish smile appeared on his face. " Take them down to say…. 60 Mtrs and blow the observation window," he laughed as he pictured the carnage. "Have you seen what explosive decompression does to a human body?"
Brian shook his head, unsure what his friend intended for the three women.
David remembered the documentary about the Byford Dolphin oil rig disaster. Five deep sea divers met their gruesome deaths when both airlock doors of their chamber were opened at the same time while still under pressure. The resulting rapid decompression killed the four divers instantly. One diver sucked through the airlock tearing him open and spilling out his internal organs.