Are You Profiling Me?

-5-

You wake up next to a window. No gag, no ropes. You rub your head and feel the blood on the back of

it. "Finally you're awake." A voice sounded from a few feet away. A man sat on a chair with a mask.

"I know who you are. No mask needed." You sat up. He got up and circled you.

"Who am I then Agent Lindsay?" He grabbed your neck.

"Sergeant Travis Grant Owens." You laughed slightly. He grabbed you and slammed your head on the desk. He ripped the mask off.

"You think you're so smart. I had my next victim all picked out. I could have killed Agent Morgan in that car but I waited. I wanted you to watch. See your family torn apart. I don't know what it was about you that drew me in. I wanted to rid this world of those half breed nothings. The way Agent Morgan just wanted to eat you up. God, I did too but I wanted to do it infront of him. Show him what a real man was." He spat. This time punching you in the face.

"You could have just asked me out. I would have said yes." You spit out blood.

"No you wouldn't. I see the way you look at Agent Hotchner." This time a kick to the stomach. He kept beating you. "Fight back. You can't be this weak!" He yelled. You got up and went to grab your gun and realized it wasn't there. You ran at him but he pushed you away. Slamming into the window. It cracked. You must have been on the top floor. Even if they cleared the building it would take them at least thirty minutes to get up here. Your com was gone too. He flicked open a knife. "I'm gonna carve you up real nice now. Leave a message for that half breed Morgan so he'll never want you. You swept his feet and tried to get away now that he was down but he grabbed your legs. He stabbed your thigh and you cried out. You kicked him in the face and tried to get up to get to the elevator. You smashed the buttons but they wouldn't work. You tried to get to the stairs when he jumped you. The door was pushed open to the stairway and you both fell with a huff.

"You won't get out of this Travis." You said and you punched him in the face.

"I'm not planning on it." He took the knife and plunged it into your collar bone and dragged it to your shoulder. You tried to grab it and it slid through your hand. You screamed but held on to the metal. He kicked you and you fell down the stairs. You rolled and hit your head on the wall. Everything was blurry.

"Morgan!" You tried to scream. Hoping they would be down the stairs, able to find you. Travis scrambled down the stairs and covered your mouth and unbuttoned your pants and slide them to your knees. He took the knife and started to carve a T into your hip. You tried to scream, tried to move your arms and put them on his face but he was determined.

"FBI! Put your hands where we can see them." Travis slowly lifted them off your mouth. The knife was still pressed to your hip.

"Travis Owens, hands up! We won't ask again" You couldn't take any longer and you punched him in the face and kicked his stomach until he fell back. Derek and Rossi rushed over to apprehend them. Hotch and Emily went to you.

"Right behind me, huh?" You smiled. Emily's eyes were glossy. "I'm joking, you know I kidd" She held her hand to your shoulder to assess the injuries. You tried to pull your pants, not bothering to button them. Hotch put pressure on your thigh. "He has duct tape in his pocket, grab it." You said. Hotch got up and grabbed it. He had to have sensed your thoughts because he started to rap it around your leg tight. "Help me up?" You asked Emily. She grabbed your arms and helped you up.

"Danielle, wait for the medics." Hotch said as he held you steady.

"No, I'm okay. We are on the top floor, it will take him a long time. Let's just go down to the next floor and get on the elevator. This one is broken." You said. Morgan agreed and pushed the unsub roughly down the steps. Hotch and Emily both slid an arm under your shoulders and helped you down the stairs. "Wait, there's a man up in the office."