This isn't what I want

chapter 6

** the next day **

** Emily's POV **

Oh, my goodness. They've found a liver for Jaydge. I can barely breathe as Dr Fairway tells me about the procedure.

"It's a straightforward operation but afterwards you are both going to need rest. Unfortunately I don't think scars like that are ever going to heal." She says with a sad nod at JJ as she lies in her coma.

I call Hotch. He said to update.

"Aaron, she's going into surgery. I'm giving her a kidney and they've got a liver for her. It's going to be alright!"

Hotch isn't excited. In fact, he doesn't even respond for about a minute.

"Emily, I need you to send the team. Tell them anything. I'll send Garcia to you instead. Something has broke in the case, and it's not good."

"Aaron, what is it? What's happened?"

"The unsub. We know who he's targeting. He's a Caucasian man, late twenties, who has a thing for blonde prostitutes. Only, he knows a lot more about them than we knew. He studies them. Learns about them. They're all connected, the victims. Previous victims of sexual abuse as teenagers."

"Who is he?"

"We don't know that yet. But there's something else. We raided an old warehouse, and found books and articles and tons of paper and photographs of the different victims. And of hidden next victim. JJ."

** an old warehouse somewhere in Virginia **

**the unsub's POV **

At last, I know where she is. I know how to get to her. Poor Jennifer won't know anything.

I've done all my research. She's been abused by her husband for two years. Not quite the same as the other girls, but she's pretty. I can let it slide. Rape, torture, a pregnancy. It fits. And that Will LaMontagne, I need to find him. Surely he'll be pleased to hear about my plans.

I pick up my phone and dial 911.

** police station **

*Will's POV **

"Detective, we've had a call in. A guy who says you know what he's talking about. He said to tell you your wife's in trouble, and that he knows how to help her. We've tracked the address for you."

"Thanks, Charles." I say and grab the address.

I've no idea what the fuck this is about. Probably my wife being the slut she is and talking to random strangers asking for shit. That's what she's like, and I thought I could change her.

** 2391 Cliffside VA **

"Sir? Can I help you?"

"It's Detective William LaMontagne Jr with the police. I received a call from this address about my wife?"

"Oh yes, of course."

A man let's me into his house. He seems quite young, wearing a scruffy tracksuit. He locks the door and sits opposite me.

"Detective, I heard about your wife. She's in hospital right now, is she not? Can I say well done? You've obviously been patient with her. Women like that aren't easy. They're demanding. Weak."

"Thanks mate, yeah she is one hell of a handful. Honestly, there are nights I have to tie her to keep her still."

"Mate, I know what it's like. I've been trying to help people on the streets, but they're selfish and ignorant. They don't accept my help and take me for granted."

"Fuck man that sucks."

"So let's show them what we are. Let's send them a clear message. Are you with me?" He asks me and holds out a hand.

"Sure I am."

"Right. My name's Aidan. Let's go."

"Where to?"

"The hospital of course. You drive."