BLAKE | a. hotchner

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A/n: No, I haven't forgotten about this story! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I have been sick for a while and busy with school. But I promise you I will finish this story!

"What's the fucking point of me being a consultant if you're not going to take my damn advice!?" I yelled at him, not caring about the whole office hearing.

"It's not your decision to make, I will not risk my team for a silly theory!" He yelled back.

"Well let's review what you've come up with in the last couple of weeks," I put my finger on my lip, pretending to think. "Oh, that's right! Nothing!"

"Take a walk," Aaron answered through his teeth.

I just glared at him before storming out of the building. We had been in Toronto for almost two weeks and all we knew was that it was a hired killer. We also knew that she was taken from her home, no forced entry or sign of a break-in.

My theory was that it probably was an ex-boyfriend or a co-worker or even her manager. Someone who worked with her or knew her well enough to know where she would have left a spare key or that she let them in. But of course Aaron wouldn't listen, I don't know why he so freaking grumpy, I'm the one who should be upset.

I got out of the building and leaned against the wall, taking a few deep breaths. I crossed my arms over my chest, it was pretty cold outside for it being in mid-May. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. Man, that guy could really hit some nerves.

A few minutes later I could hear someone approaching me, and I, being the dumbass I am, assumed it was JJ trying to convince me to come back inside and apologise. But my guess who game was not on point, as I felt something cold press against my temple my eyes quickly flushed open.

"Walk," a man' voice said, I obeyed and started walking as he led me in the direction he wanted.

"Shit.." I mumbled to myself as the unsub forced me into a car.

He jumped in and sat down beside me, the car started moving and I let out a sigh. This was going to be a long day.

"So, nice weather we have today, huh?" I asked awkwardly.

"Shut up," he answered as he took out a knife. He roughly cut off the monitor from my ankle itch threw it out of the car.

"Sorry, just trying to make conversation, my guess is that we're going to spend a lot of time together," and boy was I right.

The next two days were a mix between that guy either beating the crap out of me, giving me bread or just sitting and watching me. They had tied my hands together and hung me up in the ceiling, my feet barely brushing against the floor.

"So why'd you do it?" I asked after another round of the first mention.

"Do what?" He asked, sitting down on a chair.

"Kill Madelene, she had a good voice don't you think?" I spit some blood on the floor. "Who hired you to kill he?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said spat.

"Oh, come on, I know you enjoyed it," I smirked. "Watching the life disappear from her body, I'm sure you got a lot of money too."

He glared at me.

"No money?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "So you did it for free, huh? Interesting."

He didn't answer, so I kept going.

"So you're his little puppet then? The guy who asked you to kill her," the rope that held my hands together tore against my writs. "You're weak, can't think for yourself. I bet he asked you to take me too, because I was on to you."