This isn't what I want

chapter 45

** Reid's POV **

"Hotch, we have to do something. HOTCH!" I yell in frustration as we sit gathered around the table, staring at the board.

I hate having JJ's picture up there next to the other victims.

"So what's our theory about an endgame?" Rossi asks, not really engaging with the conversation.

"Maybe this is some form of attack or personal vendetta against someone. Perhaps these women are surrogates."

"Or maybe JJ's the intended target all along. The other victims were a smoke screen to hide his real victim. Perhaps she knows the unsub. I mean, he's completely changed his MO. He's keeping her, he didn't shoot her in a public place like the others."

"But where would JJ have met this Peter? I don't think their paths have ever crossed." Emily says, confused.

"Maybe not physically, but JJ used to screen cases, right? She would have been on the phone to many different people all asking for her help. What if the unsub suffered some form of rejection by either her, or women in general? His anger and hatred has developed and caused him to begin to act on his emotions." I suggest.

"What could the stresser be? These attacks only started a month ago." Morgan asks.

Garcia's fingers move over her keyboard.

"A month ago he applied for a loan to help with the mortgage to his bank but they denied due to credit history and unreliability."

"More rejection just pushed him over the edge." Hotch confirms. "Have you traced the IP address of the unsub's Web page or at least taken it down?"

"Sir I'm trying but he's got so many firewalls and he's bouncing his signal off servers all over the world."

"Well keep trying." Hotch tells her, his voice hollow.

** JJ's POV **

The floor is cold. I'm no longer in the same cage. Instead I'm in a replica of a prison cell. I mean I think it's not real, but I don't really know. Nothing makes sense, I'm feel really hot, and I can't see anything.

That man keeps doing stuff. I think he's given me something. Either that or I'm ill. I don't have the strength to think. I can hear his footsteps approaching, so I just curl up in a ball as he unlocks the door.

"Hello, Jenny. Feeling any better?" He asks sweetly.

I don't respond. I don't do anything at all. I can't move. I have no energy, he's taken that from me as well.

"Leave me alone." I attempt to say, but my words sound slurred so I doubt I made any sense.

He's strong as he lifts me up over his shoulder. I know he's going to do it again, but I can't fight him. Maybe it's better this way. Better that I know I won't remember what he does in the morning. Better that I won't feel anything.

"Good girl." Is the last thing I hear as my eyes close again.