Personal Justice

Taken

TW!!!!!! Torture and mentions of bombs 

a/n, thank you for 60 reads!!! Also sorry for any grammar or spelling problems I'm busy and normally write these at weird hours of the night/morning when I can't sleep, (PTSD is a bitch, like I said before haha) Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. It's a little bit shorter than the others but I think the ending was worth making it a little shorter. 

2 Hours before Leo's abduction

Leo's POV:

Hotch, JJ and I all quickly started running towards the SUV's and I saw my friend Scotty pull up to drop Elaina off, "Dad!" she yelled as she jumped out of the truck, "Did you find Auntie? Is she okay?" she questioned.

She was too young to deal with everything that was happening so I just hugged her quickly and looked over at JJ and Hotch and they nodded like they understood I needed just a minute and to get the SUV ready, "Baby, we're on our way to go find your aunt, I hope we can save her, but if we can't just know how much she loves you, okay? I love you come here." I said trying not to get her hopes up, but also not crush her, "Go get your mom, she's with Emily inside."

She ran inside quickly as I said thank you to my friend Scotty and we both ran towards the SUV's as he asked, "Did y/n really get taken?"

"Yeah, we have a lead." I said opening the SUV door.

"You want my help? I could be an extra set of hands, off the record of course." He said, trying to be helpful.

Scotty is CIA and I'm the only one that knows that his job in the military is really a backstop for a joint task force with the CIA, ILEA and Interpol trying to catch the Russian mob.

"There's an extra vest in the back, you got your gun on you?" I asked.

"Always" he said flatly.

"Get the hell in, let's go."

He and I rushed in the backseat of the SUV and Hotch turned on the sirens and sped off towards the address before him or JJ could even ask who Scotty was, however after about 10 seconds, they did finally ask, "May I ask who you are?" JJ asked confused.

"My name is Joseph Scott, but most my people just call me Scotty. I work," he paused to look over at me, as if he was asking if it was ok to admit his backstop, I nodded since everything about this was off the record, "I work undercover for the CIA on a joint task force with Interpol, CIA and ILEA, I've known Leo and y/n since we were all teenagers though." He said flatly, reaching his hand out to shake JJ's, "But I'm not here right now." He said winking and laughing a little.

We arrived at Ryan's home address and parked a few houses down and had the sirens off a few blocks before we got there. Stealth was the only thing we had on this guy, if we scared him or he saw us coming, he was either going to kill y/n or run with her and we would have to find him all over again. We saw the 4 Interpol agents on scene, one of them knew Scotty and asked, "What the hell are you doing here? Vigilantes don't have anything to do with the Russian mob." The agent said jokingly.

"Really man" Scotty sighed.

I saw everyone look over at him, almost impressed, because I love Scotty, but he's not exactly the most mature. When you think of someone who would be undercover on the mob, the first person you think of would certainly not be him.

"Sorry, what's the plan?" the agent replied.

"Hotch, Greene and Reynolds are going to wrap around the back and surprise him from there, JJ, Krew and Scotty will go around the side through the kitchen door, and Shaw and I will breach the front door. Clear every room and proceed with caution, I don't need to remind you all how dangerous these guys are. Don't be the hero, understood?" I explained.

"Understood" they all replied

We quickly broke up and got into position to breach the doors simultaneously, "on my count, 1... 2... 3, go, go, go!" I said as we all kicked down the door at the same time. We went from room to room checking everything, until I heard JJ yell, "I got something!"

We all kept our guns drawn and ran into the living room; there I had Krew and Shaw guard the door while we started to inspect everything we saw. We looked around and saw all his disgusting torture tools, and chains with handcuffs connected to them hanging from the ceiling. "He was definitely holding her here, but where'd he take her, and when? We gave absolutely no signs that we were here, and he didn't have time to let her down and take her somewhere in the time we breached the doors." I explained confused.

I didn't put anything together until JJ excused herself to accept a face time from Reid, who was now out of surgery, but still a little loopy from the anesthesia. "The computers!" I sighed in an 'oh shit' kind of way while grabbing my phone and dialing Garcia's number, "Garcia say nothing and step outside and tell everyone to do the same. Make sure there are no computers or phones near you accept yours." After about a minute, she said, "Okay, yeah I did what you said, but... why?"

"So we know he hacked the computers so we could see y/n, right? Did we ever check to see if he hacked into our cameras as well?" I questioned.

"Of course I did, I didn't see anything." Garcia said a little offended.

"Did you check for a Trojan horse or anything that would hide his codes?"

"I can double check, but this guy barely got his GED, I doubt he could do... exactly what he did. Oh my god this guy is smart, what doesn't he know?" Garcia said shocked.

"Disable it please, no one goes inside until you're sure it's gone." I hang up the phone and begin addressing everyone here, "Let's get a CSI in here and start processing this scene, leave this room alone, but check every little thing you think you see in other rooms. This guy's a narcissistic sadist, but he gets off on emotional pain as well, he couldn't resist me and the BAU coming here and seeing everything. Speaking of which, BAU, try you're hardest to show no emotion until we get rid of whatever he is using to watch us."

We start tearing through every little bit of the house until Scotty yells, "Everyone, get the hell out now! I got a bomb under the sink!" Everyone started sprinting to their nearest exit, and right as we all got out of the house, the bomb exploded, and knocked us all out. I started to wake up a little when I felt someone grab my feet and drag me into a vehicle, but my head hit a curb and I was knocked out again. I don't know how much later it was, but I woke up in a dark room with a blinding light over my head, and a surge of electricity straight to my side. I tried my hardest, but he held it there for at least a minute and I screamed out in pain, he finally stopped after a few moments of my screaming. "Hey Leo, how've you been?" I heard Ryan say as I lifted my head up to see my surroundings, or what I could of them, I turned my head to the left, and saw Ryan lift y/n up so she was dangling in handcuffs connected to chains which forced her to stand on her very broken legs while she screamed, "What happened, you let go of him you son of bitch, I swear to God!" I started to scream and yell at him when she gave up and just started crying from the pain; I knew this was just giving him what he wanted, but no training could ever prepare me for what I was seeing, my baby sister, broken, emotionally and physically, and me sitting there, restrained and helpless, "I'll tell you whatever you want to know as long as you let her lay down and rest." I pleaded angrily. Really, I wanted to scoop her up and take her to a hospital, her body was bruised and cut all over and he clearly shattered her tibia on her right leg and at least her knee cap, but probably more on her left leg.

"Fine," he said, completely releasing the tension on her chains, making her scream out in pain from all the pressure that just fell onto her legs, then fall over and cry in pain, she smiled a little when she saw me though, "I needed-I needed you Leo, I love you." She sighed in between winces before she finally passed out again.

"Hey, don't forget our little deal; unless you want me hurt your sister? This time I won't stop, no matter what she says to Me." he teased, knowing that just talking about it would piss me off more than anything he's done yet.

"What do you want to know?" I spat out.

"I want you to tell me why I wanted you here. In your big professional opinion, if you were consulting this case; why would I take you?"