This isn't what I want

chapter 43

** Reid's POV **

"FBI!" I yell out as I stand with my gun raised in front of the door to JJ's cover house.

Morgan stands beside me, and he kicks the door in when there's no response. We all rush inside and search the house, but never have I been more disappointed to hear the words "clear" echo throughout the house.

As I check out the kitchen, I see in the corner JJ's necklace with the chain broken, as if the unsub pulled it off her neck. I can feel Hotch's eyes on my, so I pocket the necklace, and stand up.

"Hotch, there's no sign of her. The unsub didn't leave any clues." I said, not bothering to hide the fact my voice was shaking.

"So we're back to square one?" Morgan asks as he joins us.

"No, we don't have time for that. It's already been about two hours. We can't start all over again." Garcia cries.

"We need to figure out the unsub's endgame. This is completely different to his previous MO, but the victimology is the same. We need to assume that it is the same unsub, and that this is his final target." Hotch says.

Emily calls out from the front room, "Guys, look at this!"

As we gather, she tells us to look across the street. And I see it. There's a house with all of the windows, doors and curtains shut. But there's a small play swing out front and some toys scattered across the drive.

"Who lives across the street?" I ask Garcia.

"A Peter Gorgovitz and his wife, Maria, and eleven year old daughter Francesca. They moved here a year ago from Saint Petersburg, Peter as far as I can see is currently unemployed, and has been for the past month or two. Maria is a nurse at the local hospital, and Francesca is enrolled in the local public school. Pretty average finances, with no debts or loans."

"Why would a family with a child keep all of their doors and windows shut?" Morgans asks aloud.

"They're hiding from something." I suggest.

"Or they're hiding something." Emily says in a dark voice.

We go over to investigate, and as Hotch knocks on the front door, there's the sound of a scream and breaking glass. We draw out guns, and Hotch bursts inside. Emily and Morgan run around back to cover any exits.

Francesca is sitting at the top of the stairs, a large gash across her leg, and is yelling at the top of her voice in a mixture of Russian and English. Upstairs, I find the body of Maria Gorgovitz, blood pouring from a single gun shot wound to the forehead. Her eyes are glassy as they are wide open, which I find very unsettling. I can't get the shape of her eyes out of my head.

The house is clear, and there is no sign of Peter Gorgovitz anywhere. Emily sits with Francesca, attempting to calm her down as she talks in Russian. Hotch and Rossi are studying the kitchen, which is an absolute mess, and I'm looking for any connection to the previous murders, and to JJ.

As I pace the kitchen, I hear a slight creak, and I pull the carpet over to reveal a small trapdoor.

"Hey, Hotch, look at this." I call, and the team gathers around it, guns drawn.

The room below turns out to be a basement, and what we find is quite shocking. Peter has a massive collection of firearms, without serial numbers, and a large store of ammunition. There's one gun missing from the collection. The gun that was used to kill the previous eight women.

** JJ's POV **

I wake up and my left arm aches. I look at it, and I think I can see a small puncture mark. And then I blink and I can't see it anymore. How strange.

The face of a stranger appears in front of me, and immediately I want to charge at him, to attack him. 

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yell as loud as I can from inside my cage. He doesn't move. 

I start trying to push open the cage, but the door won't budge. Still, the man watches me, not doing anything.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I shout angrily.

He just writes something down in a notebook, and turns to leave.

"DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME. ANSWER ME. WHO ARE YOU?"

"You look terrible, Jennifer. Get some sleep." He says with a smile and walks off.

I just feel so angry, I want to hurt him. I want out of this damn cage. I can barely move around in it. I want answers. I want to leave. I want to fight. I want to die. I don't know what I want. But it certainly isn't this.