Don't let go - Emily Prentiss & y/n

Kill me.

TW: mention of self-harm, scars, suicide, torture. This chapter continues the ongoing case from the previous chapters. Please reach out to someone if you're struggling.

Not sure how I feel about this chapter. I'm purely making this case up, so I hope it's coming out okay.

Enjoy x

None of the team had slept since the accident, which only worsened their reactions to your abduction. They'd been frantically searching for anything in the footage or in Wood's tenancy records that could indicate where he was keeping you. So far, they'd had no luck.

'Wait, wait wait!' Garcia held her hand out in front of her laptop as her vision flicked from the laptop screen to the television on the opposite side of the roundtable.

'What is it Penelope?' Morgan asked, an urgency to his voice as he followed Garcia's eyeline to the television. Everyone followed suit, as another livestream appeared on the screen.

This time Wood was in front of the screen, obscuring you completely at first.

'How are we feeling team?' He taunted, a large grin spread on his face. 'I can tell you how your little friend is doing...' He paused, as the team waited in anticipation. '...Not so well.' At that, he turned sideways to reveal your hunched body on the floor. You were conscious but you couldn't lift your head. More blood stained your clothes. Wood has undone your handcuffs now as you were unable to move much anyway.

'Hold on, I think I'm getting something...' Garcia said, after she'd managed to pull her tear-filled eyes away from the television screen and back to her laptop. A few members of the team glanced in Garcia's direction, but only briefly before they were glued back to the television screen again.

Wood walked over to your limp body and crouched down next to you. He lifted your head so it could be seen by the camera. You winced at the pain of moving your head.

'You're not looking so hot.' Wood remarked, as you opened your eyes slowly to look at him. You tried to speak but you started coughing as blood caught in your throat. 'Ooo, what was that? Cat got your tongue?' He laughed. This only made you more determined, as you got ready to reply, not knowing this footage was streaming to the team.

'Kill..... me.' You said, causing Wood to raise an eyebrow at you in surprise.

'What are they doing?' Morgan asked angrily.

'What was that?' Wood asked.

'I said...' you lifted your head more now to show you didn't need his hand to hold it up, 'KILL ME!' You shouted in Wood's face.

'Why are they saying that?' Garcia asked through tears, abandoning her efforts on the laptop at the dialogue between you and Wood.

'Is this some sort of tactic or something?' Reid asked, looking between the team for a second for reassurance. Everyone else was still staring at the screen.

'And why would I do that?' He asked, his patronising tone still very much apparent in his voice.

'Because I'm you're type... right?' You were convinced he wasn't done with the team. An Unsub like this doesn't just settle with one member of the FBI when he could have eight. 'Leave my team alone, and just kill me instead.'

'I hardly think an FBI agent is my type!' Wood tried to mask his confusion by taunting you. You started to move your arms from behind you, where they'd stayed ever since Wood had released your handcuffs and you'd dropped to the floor. Wood leant back slightly, unsure of what your next move was.