Mean Something (Jemily)

Chapter 32 - Answers (JJ POV)

Feeling the cold air hit my skin as I walked outside gave me a boost in energy. The dimly lit parking lot was buzzing with energy from officers talking, trying to figure out what they were supposed to do and where to go. Glancing around I realized my best chance for some privacy was towards the side of the building. I thought about it for a second before brushing my fears away and headed over, pulling my phone out of my pocket dialing Will's number. I talked to Will for a few seconds before he handed the phone off to Henry. I listened, smiling as he told me about his day and asking when I'd be home "Soon bud I promise. But it's getting late, you need to head off to bed. I love you." "Love you too momma." He said as I ended the call.

I turned to walk back into the station but was stopped in my tracks feeling a arm wrap around my waste and a cloth shoved over my mouth and nose. "Shhhhh." I heard someone whisper before my vision went black. I came to, head spinning and body aching. I tried to move and panicked realizing my wrist and ankles were bound to the chair I was in. I looked around trying to make sense of my surroundings when I heard a metal door slam shut "Ah! You're awake!" I heard a voice coming from my left "You know, I was after the dark haired one... Prentiss, Right? Well she's been on higher alert since my little... spectacle." He moved in front of me and kneeled down, I struggled against the restraints as he spoke "You're feistier than the last two..." "Why are you doing this?" I grunted. He stood up laughing "Why? Revenge. Your little girlfriend is the reason my wife's dead... and for that, she needs to pay." Confusion covered my face "You don't know do you?" he said standing "You'll find out soon enough..."

The man left the room what felt like hours ago. I took my time looking around me trying to get a sense of my surroundings. I was likely in another warehouse from the looks of it, there was a mattress propped against the wall to my right, as well as a large moving door. In front of me sat a small video camera on a tripod, wires running from it back to a computer on a folding table behind it. From what I could tell, it wasn't on but I couldn't be certain. Behind me was a large standing corkboard, like those you'd see in a class room. The photos I could make out portraited Emily and I in various areas doing various activities. My stomach turned catching glances of photos involving Henry.

My attention was pulled away from the photos hearing footsteps approaching me. The man was wearing a pair of dark colored jeans, a black t-shirt, gloves and work boots. He held a blade in one hand and a folding chair in the other. I felt my breathing starting to regulate as he tossed the blade next to what I assumed was my pistol sitting on the table in front of me. "What do you think you're going to accomplish here?" I asked in a demanding tone "Well, at first I wanted to get my revenge on Emily... But there you were, and I realized hurting you, would hurt Emily the same way I was years ago. Seemed like it was meant to be..." "I don't understand how Emily has anything to do with your wife's death." I watched as he set up the folding chair, sitting inches from my face. I tried to move away as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a photo of a woman I didn't recognize.

"I don't know who that is." I watched as the expression in his eyes changed from amusement to looks of pure rage. He stood up, tossing the chair to the side moving towards me. I gasped as he held one hand around my neck, using the other to shove the photo closer to my face "This, this is Louise Hulland. My wife." All of a sudden it clicked for me "The detective in London." I forced out between breaths. His grip immediately loosened and I gasped for air "She wasn't just a detective! She was my wife! A daughter! A mother! Yet all you guys can do is compartmentalize her death as just 'doing your job'" He was starting to yell "She died doing her job and—" My sentence was cut short, vision blurring once more as I felt a hit land across my face.

When I came through to see he was sitting across from me once again "Morning sunshine." He smirked. I could feel my lip swelling and a black eye beginning to take shape on my face. "I'm sorry about that earlier. I have a hard time controlling my anger, if you can't tell." The casualness in his voice sent a shiver up my spine "What's your name?" I choked out "Matthew." He replied coldly "We can still talk about this." "No. The time for talk is over. You're teams looking for you, and if that Garcia is half as good as people say she's probably tracing my location right now and I need to make sure everything is perfect for when they arrive." He flashed a pistol tucked into a holster at his side "Do you have kids?" I stuttered out. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked over to me "What?" "Do you—Louise. You said she was a mother. Do you have kids?" I asked again. "I do. I have a little boy. He's 9, almost 10" The Unsubs anger softened a little "I have a daughter. She's 6." 'Okay. Keep this going.' I thought "Six? Six is a good age. They're still little enough to believe you're their hero." I could see a smirk come across his face "Yeah. But here's the thing Jenifer. There's nothing heroic about me. I slept while my wife bled to death under the watch of Agent Prentiss." My heart sank "I know what you're trying to do, it's not going to work. It's better you accept your fate now." He said eerily before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Time dragged by, the ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance somehow made it slower. I struggled against the restraints feeling bruises forming around my wrist "Hey calm down there." Matthew yelled walking through the door. "You're a fucking cowards." I gritted through my teeth. Matthews expression turned to rage again, moving towards me "You'd shut up if you knew what was good for you." I laughed "Is that what you get off on? Those women being scared of you? You can't all big and mighty but the minute someone talks back to you. This isn't about your wife, it's about control." He threw a punch landing it directly on my ribs. I felt a crack and immense pain ruminating from my chest. I didn't know where I was going with my outburst, half of me was hoping he'd throw me around enough to loosen the bindings giving me a chance at survival... but the other half of me was hoping he'd just hurry up and be done with me. I was pulled from my thought's feeling myself falling backwards in the chair. My head pounded against the concrete and my wrist were trapped awkwardly underneath the frame "Next time you'll watch your mouth, bitch."