You Are Jemily Fanfic

Chapter 22

Emily POV

"Rossi, we need to find her. We need to find her because we have no idea what that man did to that woman before he dumped her body out like trash."

"Emily, I know that. But right now we have to assume he's still in the area so we're working on what we can. Reid's working on the geographical profile, Penelope is working with Hotch to eliminate suspects, and you are going to come with me to the coroners office to find out what he did do to that woman, and find a way to stop that evil man from doing it to JJ. Okay?"

"Okay, okay. Fine." I sighed.

In the car my thoughts wouldn't leave me alone.

"What if we can't find her? What if he rapes her, or tortures her? She was just starting to get back on track, she was gonna be okay. If we don't find her she's never gonna be okay." I spoke quickly.

"I don't know. I wish I could tell you everything is gonna be okay, but I don't know. Of course I'm gonna keep my hopes up, and each and every one of us is never gonna stop looking until she's home safe, but that's all we can do right now. We're helping her in all the ways that we can." He attempted to reassure me.

I felt a single tear stream down my face, and I tried to stop more from falling but I couldn't hold back. Rossi reached out his hand to me, and held mine tightly.

"This is my fault, she's wasn't even supposed to be in the field. If she wouldn't have been in that car she would be fine. If she dies I'll never forgive myself."

"She's not gonna die." He said.

"You don't know that."

JJ POV

I could feel someone standing over me, but when I opened my eyes it was pitch black. I tried to sit up but I was too weak, and my first instinct was to reach for my gun but when I tried moving my arm I couldn't. I looked down and squinted, trying to make out what was going on. My wrists were cuffed, and I was laying down, but I knew I wasn't on the floor because my feet were hanging over the edge of something. My shoes, my shoes were gone and so was my shirt. Whatever I was laying on was cold, and sounded metal. My hair was tied back even though I could've sworn it wasn't before.

"I know you're there, I'm an FBI agent!" I yelled out into oblivion.

"I know... Jennifer Jareau." Said a deep male voice.

I could hear footsteps approaching me, and I felt my heart rate instantly increase. Lights flicked on, and my eyes shut tightly, and when I reopened them a dark haired, tall man was standing over me.

"I usually don't take the mothers, that last one was such a pain in the ass. But you, I couldn't resist. You look so much like her and I wanted to finish my work."

"What work?" I asked briskly.

"You'll see, don't worry." He smirked.

Emily POV

"Upon initial examination, there's no evidence of physical torture. No burns, no cuts, but she has ligature marks on the wrists and ankles, as well as bruises under her left eye and on her jaw." The coroner explained.

"Any signs of rape, or sexual assault?" I asked.

"No."

"Do we know what he's doing with them?" Asked Rossi.

"Well, our guess is that he's not interested in the mothers. She took a few blows to the face, probably from a fist, but she'd been dead for about 2 days before she was found."

I looked at Rossi terrified because we both knew this cut down our time frame dramatically.

"Okay, thank you, we'll be in touch." I said before we left.

We walked out, and I spoke under my breath, "What the hell are we gonna do?"

When we returned to the station Reid was waiting for us.

"I narrowed down the area the unsub would've taken her to a three block radius. Some warehouses, apartment buildings, some houses. Now, looking at that with the list of names Garcia gave us, we're looking at one of the warehouses on the south side, and these three houses over here." He explained.

"Okay, this is good, but what do we do now?" I asked him.

"We've already reviewed the profile enough, and we don't have any witnesses to give a description, so I think we find out who these men are." He said pointing to the faces on the board. 

"We have a witness, JJ. She was the one taking pictures and she must've taken a picture of the man, and that's why he took her." I thought out loud.

"Then wouldn't he take the camera too?" Rossi asked.

"You have a point, but it's worth a shot." I picked up the camera, and began searching.

JJ POV

The man had left, and even though I knew nobody could hear me, I screamed. I screamed louder than I'd ever before, and I listened to it echo off the walls back at me, making me feel even more trapped. 

"Think, JJ, think," I said to myself. 

I was unconscious until he woke me up so I had no idea how far away I was, or what kind of building I was in but it had to be big, spacious. Every noise echoed, even if it was just me talking to myself. A warehouse, someone's garage, maybe even a basement. The man looked to be about 30 years old, and I'd noticed a scratch on his jawline, most likely from me. 

I heard a door open, and slam shut. I jumped at the sound. 

"Did you miss me?" I heard his evil voice.

His face appeared over mine again, and the noise of something being dragged, metal on metal, made me grit my teeth. He touched a cold, sharp pocket knife to my throat and every muscle in my body tensed up. 

"I think its time for me to finish my work." I smirked.

I spit at him, "Get your hands off of me."

He wiped his face, and dragged the knife down from my throat to my stomach, just between my hips. His eyes met mine as he removed my belt and no matter how badly I wanted to, or how scared I was, I couldn't look away from his eyes. He was about to pull of my pants when my adrenaline kicked in. I bent my leg, jamming my knee into the side of his head. 

"Why would you do that?" He asked aggressively. 

I choked, I tried to speak but no words would come out. 

"Wanna play my favorite game?" His attitude changed suddenly.

I shook my head frantically, tears beginning to fall.

"When I removed your shirt, I noticed your nice, big, scar. How'd you get it? Sword fight? Surgery? Did you get in an accident?" He questioned me. "Don't try and lie to me, I can tell when you're lying."

"I put it there. I did it." I said, trying to sound fearless.

"So you wouldn't mind if I did... This?" 

He touched the blade of his knife to the edge of the scar, tracing it. Oddly enough, I couldn't feel much of it, just the pressure, but he pushed harder and harder and it hurt more and more. 

"Please, no! Stop! I don't wanna die!" I cried out.

"If you don't want to die, then why would you do this!?" He yelled, enraged.

He threw his knife to the ground and stormed away. I could feel my warm blood dripping from my arm, he hadn't cut deep enough to kill me, he just did it to torture me. But if I don't get out of here soon, I knew he was going to kill me.