Forgotten (Criminal Minds Fanfiction/Sequel to Boss's Niece)

Why Are You Doing This?

I woke up to see Justin staring at me. He was leaning against one of the tables with his arms crossed.

"You smile in your sleep." he mumbled.

"What?" I said, still trying to take in my surroundings. I was so into my dream that I forgot that it was just that. A dream. A memory.

"Here." he placed a tray on the floor next to me. There was a glass of water and a sandwich that looked like it was picked up from some shop somewhere.

"Is this poisoned?" I said in a soft voice.

"No!" Justin snapped. "You need to eat some time."

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. I yanked on my restraints, showing him that I was unable to pick up any of the food.

He sighed and cut me loose.

"How do you know I won't run?" I asked.

"I don't, but I trust you. Your life is in your hands after all."

I pondered this. How fast could I be out of here? How fast could I escape if I needed to? And where would I go?

I drank some of the water first. My throat was dry and irritated. It really cooled me down.

"How long have I been here?" I asked.

"Three, four days?" Justin replied, shrugging. "Give or take."

I nodded and took a bite out of the sandwich. I didn't realize how hungry i was until that moment. I guess I was too scared to be hungry.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

Justin rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I've told you, I want you to-" he started.

"Know what you're going through. I know, you've told me. But that's not the real reason, I can tell."

"Mrs. Big Profiler is suspects something. Big shocker!" Justin said, sarcastically. "Fine, what's the real reason? Enlighten me, Melanie Hotchner. Why did I kidnap the woman who ruined my life?"

I thought for a second before the only appropriate answer gave to mind.

"You like having power." I replied. "You like being under control."

Justin let out his snort of a laugh.

"Yeah. Whatever."

"You liked having power over me when we dated, you liked knowing you had the power to scare me when you stalked me the first time and now, you have the power to decide if I live or die. You like power."

Justin looked at me. I took another bite out of the sandwich, raising an eyebrow, challenging him to tell me otherwise.

"Maybe I do." he said, shrugging. "What's it matter to you?"

"Well, a) I'm trying to make a conversation and b) you are holding me here against my will, so I might as well know the real reason why."

"You're so annoying!"

"Then why don't you just let me go and you won't be sentenced to death."

"I can't let you go. You'll go tell your little FBI buddies where I am and then I'll be arrested and I'll be back in jail once again."

I finished the sandwich and water. Justin took the plate and glass and placed it on the table. He tied me back up, took my plate and my glass and left.

"No. Please. No, don't leave me, please. Please. Justin, please!"

But he didn't listen to my begging and left me in the darkness, chained to the pole.

Tears slipped down my cheeks. I was all alone in the darkness again, waiting for Justin to return and and to decide what to do to me.

I pulled on the restraints, trying to free myself, but once again, it didn't work. I gave up and sat back.

I wondered what my dad was doing right now. Uncle Hotch probably told him I was kidnapped and he was probably worried sick.

I wondered what Uncle Hotch was doing. Probably working non-stop to find me.

I wondered what Spencer was doing. He was trying to find me.

I repeated those words over and over in my head. Spencer will find me. Spencer will find me.

I laid my head back against the pole and closed my eyes. Whenever I slept, I had a memory. I needed a good memory. Something to take my mind off of what was happening.

*Only 3 chapters left guys! What's gonna happen?!*