This isn't what I want

chapter 42

** Emily's POV **

We're all gathered in the conference room, listening to JJ as she is undercover. I smile as I hear her talk to the young girl. Her Russian is impressive, something I never knew about. I thought it was just me who knew how to speak it, after all it is a complicated language to understand.

Reid looks so nervous, so I lay a comforting hand on his arm, and he relaxes a little. And then we hear something that makes us all freeze. The sound of JJ falling to the floor. Garcia looks as if she's about to burst into tears, but there's a noise that makes me think hard.

"Garcia, I need you to replay about five seconds, and isolate the background noise please." I say quickly. "That's the sound of the tin lid falling, and then there's a bang that sounds as if it's coming from outside."

"What are you getting at?" Morgan asks.

"We need to get over there. Now. She's obviously had something that's knocked her out. And now someone's breaking in to her house. This was all set up."

Everyone jumps to their feet, including Garcia. I know she needs to track JJ, so I don't say anything except "Stay close to me." because I know she doesn't have a gun, and she doesn't like shooting.

My heart is racing as we drive to the house where JJ's necklace is pinging her location from. All we can hear from the chip is the sound of the television playing in the background. The Big Bang Theory is on, and I smile to myself because I know how much JJ loves that show. She's going to be alright, I keep telling myself, but deep down I know that's not guaranteed. 

** JJ's POV **

Waking up in a cage is never a good thing. Waking up in a small cage in the middle of an old warehouse has its problems. 

"Hello?" I call out. Nobody answers. "Is anyone there?"

The lights are dim and I can't see anything around me, except the dark walls of the warehouse. It's freezing, and I realise I'm only wearing my black tank top, and a pair of shorts that aren't mine. My top has a few rips in it, as if someone had tried to pull it too hard. I shiver as I hear faint footsteps.

"Come out, you sick son of a bitch! Come out and face me."

"Really, Jennifer? Is that what you want?" A soft voice says from behind me.

I turn around and see a young man sitting cross-legged on a stool opposite me, watching me. He's got pale, cold grey eyes and distinctive features. There's a large cut on the right hand side of his face, running from his jaw to his ear.

"How did you...?"

"How did I know your name? Or that you work for the FBI? Or that you have a daughter named Aria and are currently dating another member of the BAU? I don't know. You don't remember who I am?"

As I stare into his cold eyes I try to remember, but I can't. I can't remember a lot. It feels as though there's this massive gap in my memory. His face seems familiar, but I can't put a name to it. In fact, the last thing I remember is holding Spence's hand in the hospital cafeteria after kissing him. But I'm not sure why we were there.

"What did you do?" I whisper, scared to hear the answer.

"You'll figure it out, my dear Jennifer. All in good time."

And then he calmly gets off the stool, and walks to the end of the warehouse. The lights go down so I can't see whether he leaves, goes outside or just stays there. All I can think about is getting out and getting back to my team. I hope they know where I am, but I realise the necklace is gone. My only lifeline is gone. Shit.