𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞 ➸ 𝗌.𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽

chapter three

chapter three.

"SOME WOMAN found his body in this back alley, face down and in his own blood," Elle began, watching as the coroners took Parker's body into the back of their vehicle.

"How do we know that was her fiancé?" Spencer asked, examining their surroundings.

"ID checks out," Elle answered, "And he had a picture of him and Anna-Jane in his wallet."

"This was no suicide unless he bashed his own head in," Morgan inputted, "It was a clear blitz attack, so this means he wasn't the unsub."

"Found his cell nearby him," Hotch held out Parker's phone that was inside an evidence bag, "His last call was to Anna-Jane."

"This isn't making sense," Spencer stated and Hotch raised a brow at him, "The unsub has only killed women. This is a step out of their M.O."

"Or maybe this guy was in the way from the unsub getting to Anna-Jane." Elle suggested, "Maybe he did it so he could have a clear advantage to her."

"Then that means that she was his target before the night of the kidnapping- that he's not just picking women from off the street," Morgan added, "Though, the only thing these women had in common were working in corporate offices."

"The unsub seems to find women as a threat to his ego, tortures them to the point of their death," Gideon concluded, "But if it means that the number seven is his go to number-"

"Anna-Jane is his last victim," Spencer finished and Gideon met his eyes with concern before Spencer looked away from the scene and out on the street, "Did the unsub leave the car?"

"Yeah, but down the block and it was wiped clean, no trace of Anna-Jane, the unsub or Parker," Hotch responded, "Meaning he took his time, he's cautious."

"And dealing with a definite case of OCD," Elle added, "Having to kill Parker is probably causing the unsub to deteriorate."

"He didn't even leave his signature of the seven cuts," Morgan told them, "This man was just collateral damage."

"But why do all that for one girl? The last girl?" Gideon asked the team, "What could make her so special enough to make this killer step out of his comfort zone and kill someone way out of his preference just to dump his in the rare site with the car wiped spotless?"

"Hopefully Garcia can help with that," Morgan then took out his phone and walked a few feet away from the team to call Penelope Garcia. In the meantime, the team continued to discuss the crime scene, but Spencer couldn't help but stare down at his watch. 56 hours, he told himself, 56 hours until-

"Reid," Elle called him and he looked up, "We're heading back, you coming?" Spencer only nodded his head before they all went back to the station to come up with more ideas, but Spencer couldn't help but just focus on Anna-Jane. He stayed up all night, reading up on everything he could about her, even when it involved Parker. He felt more guilty than ever, thinking that he doesn't even remember the last time he saw her, but like always, JJ would snap him out of it and tell him it's not his fault. He just hoped she was okay.

Though she everything but okay. She laid on the ground, shivering as the only thing she had to comfort her was a thin blanket. She didn't know where she was exactly because it was so dark, but sometimes she would try and figure it out whenever he came back to see her. She noticed he that he would only come down to check on her twice, so she assumed it was either morning or night when he did which led her to think it's been five days.

Five days since she's gone missing.

Footsteps ascended into the basement where she was held and she lifted her head to only listen to his steps get closer to her. At that moment, she sniffled, "Please.. whoever you are, just- just let me out-"

"Shut up," Her kidnapper silenced her immediately, having fear shoot up her spine. She lowered her head again, staring down at the shackles that confined her to a beam that was in the unsubs basement.

"Look, I know you didn't mean to do this," She whimpered, "But if you just let me out, I won't tell anyone. No one knows I'm missing anyways, so- so you won't be in any trouble. And I'm a lawyer, so I promise, I'll defend you in court-"

"I said shut up!" He suddenly yelled throwing a object in his direction. She yelped as the object missed her and hit the beam above her head before she began to sob. He let out a dark laugh, "All you women do is cry. You're a big time lawyer, but here you are crying! That's all you can do!"

She cried harder, bringing her knees to her chest only the hear the chains rustle when she moved. She listened to him shuffle through the room before turning on a very dim light in the corner that made her squint her eyes by the sudden light. She watched his tall figure hunch over a desk that held a lot of junk, but mainly tools as they hung up again the wall.

He would always do that once every day whenever he came downstairs. He'd go over to the messing desk, dig through his drawers and pull out a key that unlocked her chains. She wished she could reach it whenever he was gone, but he purposely made the chain with the length of one foot.

He then turned towards her and she backed up against the beam. She knew what was going to happen because he did it for the past four days. Each day he would give her a deep cut on her body, deep enough to not heal very fast, but if they did begin to heal, he would reopen it.

Anna-Jane's bottom lip began to quiver as she still had tears fall down her cheeks, "No, p-please! Please, don't do this!"

He ignored her this time, crouching down to remove the one chain that held against the beam and it was around her waist as her wrists and ankles were connected to a chain that they would use for inmates. When he freed her from the chain, he quickly pulled her onto her weak legs, not wasting any time before putting her in a raggedy dentist chair that he kept in the middle of the room.

"Please," She sobbed, as he forced her into the chair and strapped her down, so she couldn't move. Once again, she was ignored, so she stared up at the ceiling as he turned on another lamp that stood besides the chair. She wanted to stop the tears that streamed down her face, but she was too frightened to even try to move as he stood next to her, gathering up his tools. Though after a few seconds, she took a deep breath, "My name.." She paused, glancing over at him, "My name is Anna-Jane. I'm the youngest lawyer in my firm, I-I passed my bar on the first try-"

"Stop.."

"I-I was the first to graduate with a master's degree in my family," She continued to rant, trying to distract herself and hopefully him, "My mom.. she wanted to be a lawyer, but she had me in her second year of college, so I wanted to make her proud and-"

"What did I say?" He shouted and she jumped slightly before he tightly grabbed her shoulders, meeting her eyes that were glazed with tears and fear, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I, uh," She stammered, squirming under his grip, "I read somewhere that if you tell someone about yourself, they're less likely to- to kill you. That.. that they can see that you're a human being just like them and that we all have a purpose of being here- on earth."

He was silent for a moment, his cold eyes contrasting her pleading ones, before he released his hold on her. "Well," He paused as he went back to his materials, eyeing them before picking up a knife that made Anna-Jane's heart sink. He then glanced at her and smirked, "Too bad I don't care."