lowkey

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 ⚠️

!!!TW BLOOD AND VIOLENCE!!!

My arms and legs were tied to the chair, but at least the blindfold and gag had been removed. I was in a dimly lit room, probably a basement of some kind. If I knew the Downtown assassination club, and I did, it would definitely be a basement. More specifically the one under Peter King's house. Jacob Park entered the room through a door in the corner. 'Welcome back Hannah.' He said with a grin. 'Or should I say Audrey? Is that what you go by now?'

I chose to ignore his taunts. 'I thought you said you wanted to talk Jacob.'

'Isn't that what we're doing?' He asked. 

I gritted my teeth. 'What do you want?' 

'Don't play dumb. I want Hardy.'

Hardy was the former leader of the DAC before I caught him while I was undercover. 'I can't go get him while I'm in here.' I replied. 

'Well its him, or it's you, or should I say, it's him or you die.' He pulled out a blade from where it had been hidden in hid pocket and began to play with it. 

'Why do you need him anyway? Are you not a strong enough leader?' I smirked.

Jacob pulled on a ski mask before walking right up to me and grabbing my face. 'I don't want to have to stab you in front of your friends.' He hissed, motioning to a tiny hole in the wall I assumed was a camera. 'I know they're all watching, them and that friend of yours. It's such a shame you turned out to be a snitch.' He said with mock sadness. 'Hardy really loved you. Thought you were gonna get married.' 

I decided against saying anything as he waved the blade in front of my face. 

'I think you need to be punished just a little. You know, for getting my man Hardy imprisoned.' Jacob pulled up my shirt up to the bottom of my bra, and quickly slashed across my stomach. It wasn't a deep cut but it stung unbearably, making me strain against the rope trying to double over in pain. I bit down hard not wanting to give Jacob the satisfaction of hearing my pain. I didn't lift my head until Jacob forced my chin up. 'That's your first warning darling. You better get Hardy out if you want to live.' He dropped my chin, and I let if fall back onto my chest, and closed my eyes as I heard him leave the room. 

My heart was pounding in my ears as I leant over Hotch's shoulder. The stream was so nightmarish but I couldn't look away. I wanted to scream, I wanted to bust in there and shoot the damn man in the head. I felt Morgan's grip on my shoulder tighten as the team recoiled simultaneously. I felt like I was going to faint as vivid red blood pooled on the floor beneath Aud, her face twisted painfully, biting back a scream. 'Garcia, where's the stream coming from?' Hotch asked. '

'I'm looking, but it's being rerouted through thousands of servers every second!' Penelope basically screamed, my ears training on the rapid tapping of the keyboard as I felt myself zero in on the video stream. 'Emily, get some of your contacts to disclose what Monroe was working on while she was in Interpol.' Hotch asked, trying to kick the team into gear. 

'JJ and Rossi go search Monroe's hotel room again, see what you can find. Reid and Morgan stay here with Garcia and keep an eye on the stream. I will go speak to the section chief.' He stormed out of the room. Leaving the three of us to watch. 'Morgan we have to do something!' My voice cracked as I began to pace across the room. 

'I know, but there's not much we can do until we get more information.' Morgan's worried eyes tried to meet mine, but I was much too stressed to even notice. 'Lets think logically Reid. What do the kidnappers want with Audrey? They have to make contact with us somehow to get their demands.'

Garcia gasped, startled. 'He's back!' She screeched. Morgan and I crowded back around the computer.

'I hope you've had time to mull my offer over Audrey.' Jacob said as he slowly made his way over to me. 'I need a phone number, maybe that young agent's perhaps?'

I sighed. 'two seven six, two eight one, two seven five zero.' 

Jacob put my gag back over my mouth and tapped the number into a cell. It rang once before it was picked up, and I prayed Garcia had managed to get a trace. 'Hello?' Jacob asked.

'Hi.' Reid replied. 'What do you want.'

'I want Simon Hardy.' Jacob said simply. 'Who is this by the way?' He stared into the camera. 

'I want to talk to Audrey.' Reid replied sternly. 

'And I want Hardy. I know who you are Agent Reid.' Jacob replied. 'You've taken a... special interest in my friend here.' He said circling closer to me as he pulled out the knife. 'How would you feel if I were too-' 

He dragged the knife painstakingly slowly across my throat, and pressed down just enough to draw the tiniest bit of blood which traveled down my neck. 

'NO!' Reid yelled. 'Please stop this. We will get you Hardy just... please let me speak to her.' 

'Fine.' Jacob said reluctantly. 

'Audrey, we're coming.' Reid said.

'I know.' I said quietly. 

'Time's up lovebirds.' Jacob snarled. 

'I'll bring her to the Dinner Key Marina at 5am. Reid comes unarmed and alone with Hardy or the deal is off. Any backup and she dies you understand?'

'Yes.' Reid replied before Jacob hung up, leaving the room.