Agent With a Shotgun

Nineteen

Hours.

It had been hours since Amelia was taken and Colton was slowly loosing his mind. He tried to keep his calm as he spoke to the director. The director was not happy that Colton had brought in Amelia to work on a federal case when she was no longer an agent but Colton explained to him why he did it.

It took a lot of convincing and explaining for the director to approve of a rescue operation to get Amelia back and arrest Wilkins for real this time. The director organized a task force to help Colton with the rescue so now, Colton was strapping on his bulletproof vest over his shirt. Everyone was already briefed on the suspect and what was at stake so they knew what had to be done.

Coltons' hands were shaking as attached the last Velcro on his vest, worry pulsing through his veins. There was no telling whether or not Amelia was even still alive given Wilkins' track record with his victims but he told himself, Amelia was his endgame. He would want to take his time with her, torture her slowly before killing her. But that still didn't make it any easier for Colton to digest.

He took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. To get Amelia back, he would need to have a level head, be able to think straight. Her life was at stake here.

Colton looked down and caught sight of the rose necklace he had set atop his jacket when he took it off to put the vest on. He picked the necklace up and clutched it in his hand before he began walking to where the task force was waiting.

He was going to get her back.

———-

Her whole body shivered as cold water ran down over her. For hours, he had poured water over her before shocking her with a shock stick. Every nerve in her body was awake with every drop that hit her or every electric current that ran through her body. Everything was screaming out in pain, everything hurt.

Wilkins showed no sign of slowing down anytime soon as he threw more cold water on her.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to get my hands on you Agent Mason." Amelia screamed out in pain as he shocked her once again after throwing the water.

She panted as he pulled the shock stick away from her body, head dropping as she fought to not let tears leave her eyes. To not give the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Wilkins walked away from her and placed the shock stick on the table across the room, "I bet you have a lot of questions Agent Mason, you're awfully quiet. Don't you want to know how I managed to fight my urges for five years? Or how I found out about you, and your lack of ability to have children?" He smirked at her over his shoulder, back facing her.

"No one knew about that." Amelia panted out, glaring over at him. Wilkins only laughed at her, "Oh Amelia, it is so funny what hospitals will tell you when you call them, asking for access to your daughters medical records." That shocked Amelia.

"You pretended to be my dad?" She asked in disbelief, shifting her weight from foot to another as she struggled to stay upright.

Wilkins laughed once again, sending chills down her spine, "I've pretended to be a lot of people over the years. Your father just so happened to be one of them."

"Why."

"I had to get information on you somehow," He said simply, turning back around to face her, "how else would I get your full attention. Getting information like that on someone would surely do the trick. Leaving the hint on that adorable little baby was just the icing on top for me."

Amelias' jaw clenched as she looked at him, "You killed that babys' family, and left her as orphan, just to get a message to me?" Wilkins smiled at her.

"You're sick."

"Sick is such a bad term to use," Wilkins said, walking back and forth slowly in front of her, "I prefer the term, unique." Amelia swallowed roughly as she watched him move around in front of her.

He stopped walking when he saw the look on Amelias' face, "Don't look so upset Agent Mason. I left that baby alive, she will grow up and be able to live her life. I gave you a chance to feel what being a mother feels like. I saw the way you handled her as she cried, how you rocked her in your arms until she calmed down. You liked it, knowing you won't get to experience it yourself fully. Not the way you want to at least."

"You were there?" She whispered, reeling from everything he has told her.

"Of course I was there," Wilkins laughed, "I was at every crime scene watching in the background. I knew from the first time I saw Agent Reid show up, it was only a matter of time before he brought you in to help. All I had to do was wait. When you didn't show up at the next crime scene, I killed again. Waiting for you to show up. And when you did at the last one, I knew I had you right where I wanted you.

"I got you back in with all of this. After years of imagining everything I would to do you when I got my hands on you, I finally had my chance."

He smiled at her once again, "And I have Agent Reid to thank for that."

"Don't talk about him." Amelia spoke through gritted teeth, anger surging through her exhausted body.

Wilkins seemed to be pleased with her reaction, "Why not? You two were always such good partners, I always wondered how you to worked so well together. I must say though, I was highly disappointed when he showed up alone to first few crime scenes. I wondered where you were until I found out, that you had been fired from the bureau. All thanks to me." He smirked again at her. The same smirk that sent fear and chills down her spine.

"You lost your job because you became obsessed with me," He continued, "I should say I feel sorry for you. You lost your job, after you got six of your own agents killed. You then lost your partner, and you lost yourself. But I don't feel sorry, I feel ecstatic," walking up closer to her again, "I managed to ruin your life even in death. Now, it only feels right that I do so much worse to you. Since you know for a fact I'm alive still. And I plan to take my time with you."

Wilkins pulled out a pair of scissors from his back pocket and brought them up, making Amelia stiffen and try to lean away from him. He gripped the bottom of her shirt and brought the scissors to it, beginning to cut up. Cutting all the way from the hem of her shirt to the dip of the v-neck, he pulled her shirt open once finished.

Amelias' chest rose rapidly as she panted in fear, her silk navy blue bra was now exposed to him. She felt naked as he stared down at her chest, a disturbing smile on his face again.

"You have no idea what I plan to do with you."