Trigger Warning;Rape/Murder
Place: Washington State. Case: Series of long disappearances(kidnappings)/rapes/murders.
On the plane we went over the case, we had multiple kidnappings that led to women being raped then murdered. Each women was white, had the same body type, slim/average, and had long bright hair. The women were kept for weeks, months, one even for years. The kill was the same for all of them, slits cut down the center of their arms.
When we landed Derek, Reid, and Rossi went to the last scene. Emily and I took the abduction site, while Hotchner and J.J. went to the local station to set up.
Several days into the investigation I came into a realization.
"Hotch, I think I should tell the team something.. It didn't seem important, but now it could actually find our killer.." I whispered, almost inaudibly.
We all assembled into the little room the local station had provided for us. Everyone set down around a long round table, confused at this meeting. I looked around then stood up.
"I'm about to tell you all something, that honestly I wished I would never had to speak about again.." I muttered.
"What is that suppose mean?" Rossi asked.
"It means that this unsub could be someone that haunts me on a daily basis, the torture I endured.." I spoke almost breathless. I didn't want to relive all of that.
Everyone had faces of confusion, no one understood at all what I was talking about.
I took in a deep breathe.
"When I was fifteen, I was kidnapped.. Lost to the world for three years. I was taken by a man who had no interest in anything other that sadistic torture. On an almost daily account, I was raped.. then beaten, sometimes stabbed, once I was even shot..." I mumbled.
Tears welled in my eyes, as I avoided contact with everyone in the room. I pulled the sleeves, and stomach of my shirt up, as well as dropping my pants to the floors. I point out scars all over my body, spinning so that they could see every last one. I collected myself, sitting down, curling up so that I was protected. The tears escaped my eyes, I couldn't focus. My breathing was jagged, and I was shaking. I didn't realize until it was too late, I was in a full blown panic attack, I lost it in front of my team. Everything was spinning out of control. Then I felt a hand on my back,
"It's okay, breathe. Focus on that, nothing else." Aaron spoke softly.
Just his voice brought me back to reality, I took deep breathes, and wiped my face.
"I know this is hard for you, but if you could give us a name." Derek mentioned softly.
I shook my head,
"Give me a minute," I held my head in my hands, thinking.
"Ashton Wesley Woods..." I growled. clenching my fists.
I shivered at the thought of him, my heart raced. Hotch put a jacket over my shoulders,
"If it's him, we'll find him. This time he'll stay where he belongs. You should stay here with J.J. while we go out and find this son of a bitch." He declared.
A day or so later we were out scouting locations he'd been known to frequent. I walshed myself into a coffee shop we had once met in, Aaron, and Derek weren't far behind but that didn't matter. The badge, gun, those things made no difference either. When my eyes connected from across the room, I was frozen, struck with the most intesence fear. I slowly moved backward toward the door, feeling it being pulled out from behind me. I stumbled, falling backwards pointing at the man who had tortured me all that time ago. Footsteps ran around me, before anyone knew what was happening they had Ashton on the floor, handcuffing him. I scrambled onto my feet, running to our car. The thought alone of being that close, even the same room chilled me to the bone. At the station, I wachted as they interagated him. He wouldn't tell them anything, but honestly he didn't really have too. DNA had been found that linked him to each of the girls. For a while, Hotch sat there observing him, trying to pinpoint what would make him talk.
"Do you mind if I use your name? I need to make him talk." He asked me softly.
I nodded, if thats what it took.
"Although I doubt just mentioning her will affect anything.." Rossi stated.
Morgan thought for a moment,
"Hotch, she was his favorite victim, you have to make him angry. You're going to have to pull something like laying claim. In Ashton's mind she loves him. He won't talk unless in his mind he doesn't have control." Morgan conveyed.
Hotch looked conflicted on what to do. I bumped him with my arm.
"Go ahead Hotch. If it makes him talk, I don't care. Tell him I'm you girlfriend, you've got to make him jealous. And if I have to, no matter how painful it'll be, I'll go in that room with you." I retorted.
That kicked him into gear, he moved in, and asserted domainance in the room.
"Ashton, you seen Sora in the coffee shop today, didn't you?" Hotch probbed.
"Yeah, I did. She looked beautiful. What I would give to be with her.." Ashton trailed off.
The words made me shutter, finding peace in Derek, and Dave's hands resting on my shoulders.
Hotch slammed his fist on the table.
"Don't you talk about my girlfriend like that!" He growled.
I knocked at the door, it was time for me to go in and face my fears. Hotch let me in, quick to wrap his arm around me, not only for comfort but to enraged Ashton futher. I followed Hotch over to the seats, staying close, mostly for my own sake.
"See Ashton? She is mine." Hotch grinned.
I never even bothered to look Ashton's direction, my focus was Aaron. The better I made that clear, the easier this way going to be. My eyes trailed on Aaron's face.
"Look at me Sora! Now!" Ashton's voice was tense, angry.
Those words only made me move closer to Aaron.
"I don't have to do anything you say. I'm not yours." I hissed before Hotch had the time to respond.
"Ashton, if you want her to look at you, I'm going to need your cooperation. Otherwise, she can just as easily leave the room." Hotch said.
"Don't let her leave... What do you want from me?" Ashton questioned.
Hotch layed out photo's of the girls,
"I need to you to tell me where their bodies are, and where you have -insert name-."
Ashton told Hotch where all the girls were, and as Aaron scooted his chair back his eyes locked with mine. I just nodded, turning, looking Ashton.
"You look so beautiful Sora." Ashton purred.
I didn't respond, I just held Aarons hand tight.
"Come on, say something Sora." Ashton pushed.
I stood up, moving away from the table, closer to Aaron.
"Sora, talk to me now!" Ashton screamed.
I threw my fist down, pushing the table. It bounced against Ashton.
"Don't say my name. Don't you ever tell me what to do again, asshole. You don't own me, you can't control me. I have a badge, gun, boyfriend, and team who will nail you to your own grave faster than you could point a finger in my direction." I growled, my fear had faded, and quickly became angry.
I felt Aaron tug at my waist, I made my way to the door without a glance back. When the door was shut, I was wrapped in a hug.
"You did so good." Aaron complamented.
He stepped back giving me space. I smiled.
"The only reason I did so well was because I knew the team was behind me. Without you, the team, I'd be nothing." I expressed.
He just rubbed my arm, and smiled. As we entered the make-shift conference room, a roar of claps surrounded me.
