Reunited (Criminal Minds Fanfiction) CURRENTLY EDITING.

Chapter Three.

Grace rolled over. Her protruding bones grazed the hard floor and she groaned. As she tried to get up, stars danced in front of her eyes. Her body was in agony, there were holes in her skin where the man had stabbed her.
"Ah, your awake." Anton said, gleefully. "I'm nearly finished here, then its time for the final show."
Grace lifted herself up and spat at Anton.
"Fuck you."
Anton kicked her hard in the stomach.
"Shut up, bitch." He kicked her again, and again. "You'll hurt when I'm finished with you, I promise you now."

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Emily and JJ pulled into Boston P.D's parking lot. Emily had being silent the whole way back from the school, and JJ was leaving her to her thoughts, wondering what it could be that Emily was hiding. They both walked in silence to the conference room. The whole team had arrived back from the school. Reid had worked out the geographical map, coloured thumb tacks were stuck on it showing the girls homes, school and dump sites.
"Guys." Emily started, composing herself the best she could. "I need to tell you something, and I need you all to sit down and listen, its important. Can someone please get Garcia on the phone, its something she's gonna need to hear."
Everybody took a seat and looked at Emily. Morgen quickly rung Garcia up and put her on speaker phone.
"Hey sweet cheeks. Can you just listen for a minute, Emily has something she all needs us to hear."
"8 years ago, my 7 year old sister was kidnapped. Her names Chloe. She'd be 15 now." Emily took a big breath in. "I never stopped looking for her, although deep down I knew she was dead."
Everybody looked at her in shock, nobody could believe what Emily was telling them.
"Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped." Hotch said, a comfort to his voice.
"Please let me finish, please. I have nightmares and tell myself it was my fault, I was supposed to be there at her school to pick her up, but I got held up." A tear escaped her eye, even though she was desperately trying to keep them in. "I've worked with a sketch artist over the last few years and he's been keeping me up to date on what she might look like to this day. And when I saw Grace's photo, I nearly fell off my chair. Its the spit of what he sent me last month. Then when the school counsellor told me Grace's story, it's got to be her. Its too much of a coincidence."
Emily sat down,
"We have to find her, please help me."
"Guys." Garcia said, her voice sounded worried. "I've been doing some digging on Grace and the other 2 girls and I have some information which also links the 3 girls together as well as the school."
"Go ahead." Hotch said.
Garcia took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry Emily, this isn't something your going to want to hear but I guess you'll find out at some point."
"Just say it, Garcia." Emily said.
"I found accounts for all 3 girls on a website that gives out tips and tricks for losing weight, its called proanorexiaqueens. Its sick. Poor babies. There's different sections on everything from how to hide your weight loss from your parents, getting rid of food using purging and laxatives, best exercises for burning the most calories and even using self harm as a way to punish yourself for eating."
Emily stared at the phone. She felt sick to her stomach, knowing that her sister was engaging in something like this. She felt so much anger towards the Fox's and wondered what the hell they were doing to push Chloe to do something like this.
"I think this is how the unsub is finding the victims."
"Right, this is now personal. Garcia do some more digging on Grace Fox. Her parents, records. Everything. We need to determine if this in fact Chloe." Hotch said, standing up. "Derek, you go and speak to her parents. Emily, you need to sit this one out. At least until we determine the facts."
"No way. I can't Hotch. I need to be on this one. Please."
"Fine. But keep your head down and be strong. We'll find her. Reid, I got Grace's diary from her English teacher, it was left in her desk. You'll get through it faster than any of us." Hotch passed the bright blue diary over to Reid. He got to work immediately.
Everybody looked at Emily. Derek's face was showing signs of impending anger as he left the room to speak to the parents. Emily followed him.
"Emily, where are you going?" Hotch said.
"I'm going to watch the interview. I need to know for sure."

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Sally and Alex Fox were sitting in an interview room side by side, looks of extreme worry on there faces. Emily scoffed. Derek entered the room, and didn't sit down, his arms crossed.
"So Mr and Mrs Fox, you guys have a lot of explaining to do." He said, cocking his eyebrow.
"Excuse me? I don't know what your talking about." Mr Fox said, looking down at the floor. Mrs Fox grabbing onto her husbands arm.
"I think you do." Derek's phone rung. He picked it up.
"Go ahead Garcia." All Mr and Mrs Fox could hear was muffled talking and Derek's occasionally murmurs.
"Thanks Garcia, very helpful." He slammed the phone down and glared at the couple.
"Do you want to tell me why there are no records for Grace. In fact Grace Fox doesn't exist."
"Of course she exists! She's our daughter!" Mr Fox shouted. "How dare you! Some mad man's got our daughter and your accusing us."
"Oh come on mate. Your caught, just tell us the truth."
Mrs Fox burst into tears. Derek saw Mr Fox kick her under the table.
"Please! We couldn't have children of our own. We had no choice!" She babbled out. "We just saw her and knew she had to be ours."
"Where did you take her from?"
"Virginia. April 2002."
"Thank you. Someone will be in soon to escort you to your own cells."
Mrs Fox screamed. "You can't take her, she's our baby!"
"No, she's someone else's child and you stole her! You get no rights now."
And with that Derek turned away and stalked out the room.
"Its her." Emily said as soon as Derek had exited the room. "I'll go and tell the team."
"Emily, wait. Are you okay? I mean you know, apart from all this."
"Look. I'm thankful I've found my sister after all these years. But to know she's been with those disgusting people all this time makes my skin crawl. I think they abused her, I mean I'm not sure. And she's been hurting herself too, and that hurts you know. And now she's been kidnapped by a bloody mad man. How much does one kid have to go through before things finally go right. Its not fair. If we find her, I'm gonna give her the best life."
"We WILL find her Em." Derek said, matter of factly.
Hotch burst into the room.
"There's been a sighting of a girl matching Grace's description at Carson Beach. We need to go." He barked.
"Hotch, its her. Its her, its Chloe." Emily said, panic tinged her voice.
"Okay. Lets go, and hope she's alive when we get there."
All three of them burst out the room and ran towards the parking lot. The rest of the team were already in the cars. Derek, Emily and Hotch all bundled into the other SUV, Derek in the driving seat seen as he was the fastest driver.
Emily sat in complete panic, keeping as calm as she could as she knew if she showed the smallest bit of panic, Hotch would have her off the case.
"Emily, are you sure you can do this?" Hotch said, as Derek raced through the traffic just as desperate to get to the beach as Emily. The team were like a family and if one member was in pain, everybody else was. They all needed Grace, or Chloe as they had found out, was okay.
"I can do this. Chloe is my baby sister and I have to be okay for her. If she gets through this she's going to need me. And I'll be there. I won't let her down again, no matter what."
That seemed to settle Hotch's anxiety and they all sat in silence until they pulled into the parking lot of Carson Beach. They all piled out.
"Right we'll all take different directions, the caller was anonymous and didn't specify where they saw her. Its definitely Chloe guys, the Fox's confirmed it. Lets go guys."

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Chloe woke up and rolled over, expecting hard floor to greet her tired bones but instead she felt that the ground was soft and damp. Her stomach burned, every bone in her body was searing with agony and she wished it would stop. She didn't want to fight anymore, she just wanted to die. She realised she wasn't tied up anymore and could see the daylight, the birds tweeting above her. The sunlight burned her eyes but she knew she was free. Maybe she could get help, maybe she'd be okay. But then she thought how she'd have to go back to those horrible people, who she knew weren't her parents now. They were imposters. She'd had so many flashbacks over the years hinting at a life before the Fox's. About an older sister who took care of her and soothed her when she was scared. She wanted her back, but all that was left was the Fox's and anything would be better than going back to them, even dying. But then she thought of fighting them, of going to look for her sister. Yeah, that's what she'd do, she decided. As she tried to get up, she felt her legs buckle underneath her. They weren't strong enough to hold her while she was so weak.
"Help." She screamed. "Please."
Blood was pouring out her stab wounds as she fell backwards, hitting the ground. She cried out. She crawled along the ground, through leaves and twigs, ignoring the growing pains in her body, until she got to Carson Beach. She saw the sea, far out in the distance and thought about how peaceful it looked. The crisp sand rubbing against her bare legs. She closed her eyes and lay her head back on the warm sand. She heard shouting in the distance, people calling the name 'Chloe' and she was thinking about how familiar the name sounded. Then it all went black.