This isn't what I want

chapter 26

** Morgan's POV **

We pull up by the hospital, and a doctor runs out.

"Agents, I'm afraid you are too late. He came here. About thirty minutes ago. He had a gun, and he threatened the nurses. He went straight to her room, and took her. He drove off in a dark van, Virginia plates and tinted windows. And your other agent is missing. We have been unable to locate Agent Prentiss all afternoon."

"Thank you." I say, as Hotch seems incapable of speaking.

"Hotch? What do we do?"

He regathers his composure and looks around.

"We'll have Garcia track the van, he can't have gone too far. He certainly wouldn't have made it out of state. We need to go."

I call Garcia.

"Hey baby girl, we need you to track a van."

"Description?"

"Black, transit, Virginia plates and tinted windows. Last seen leaving the hospital about thirty minutes."

"Alright I'm checking CCTV... I see the van, yes Will is driving it. The van itself is registered to Aidan, the serial killer you arrested a couple of weeks back."

"Where is it?"

"I'm searching, I can't find it. The van pulls off the highway about 4 miles north and then disappears because there's no cameras."

"Alright, keep trying. We'll follow that."

Hotch drives off, and we all look out for that van. Hotch finds the narrow track that the van was last seen driving down, and swerves violently off the highway.

Garcia calls us, and I put her on speaker.

"Baby girl, please give us something."

"I have. I've got a trace from Will's phone. You're about 5 minutes out, just carry on down the track."

"Alright, thanks."

"Stay safe, crimefighters."

** Emily's POV **

I can feel my heart pumping as I wait. What for? I don't know. My team? JJ? Will? All of a sudden, the door opens, and he is standing there. His shirt is covered in blood, and he's carrying a knife.

"What did you do? Where's JJ?"

"Relax, honey. JJ's taken care of. All that matters is you." He teases, walking towards me.

"You sick son of a bitch. What did you do to her?"

"She's not a problem any more. Now, will you please me?"

He strokes my hair with his left hand, whilst keeping his right hand on my thigh. I can feel the blade of the knife against my skin as he leans in.

"Now you will do exactly as I say, or your FBI friends will be carrying you out in a box." He whispers.

"Please, just tell me where she is? I'll do anything."

"Really? Unfortunately, that's not how it works, Emily. You see, I'm the kind of guy who wants upfront, if you know what I mean. Pay me."

"No." I say through gritted teeth.

He smiles, and unbuttons my shirt. He takes my boots off, and runs his hands across my hips. His touch makes my skin crawl; I know what he's done. After taking off my clothes, he takes off his belt and trousers. And then his bloody shirt.

"Will, no, please. Anything, just don't."

Of course he just ignores me. He's a sexual sadist, it's in his nature to rape.

"Will!" I cry out as he lies on top of me.

I can smell the alcohol on his breath as he kisses me. His hands working their way along my skin, down to my legs.

I close my eyes as he does it, praying that he stops. Praying that JJ is alright. Praying that my team will come. Just praying.

BANG