Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Criminal Minds.
A/N: Set sometime during Season 5, after 100.
"Please, please, you don't want to do this." Elle begged with the gigantic man that was straddling her hips. She was terrified out of her mind. She had been walking home from work last thing she remembered. She didn't even have a chance to fight him off. She had woken up, tied to this bed. The windows were covered so she had no idea what time it was or any indicators as to where in the city he had taken her.
"Shut up bitch. I most definitely do want to do this." He growled, slapping her across the face following it with several hard punches. Blood started dripping from her mouth and nose. She winced, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making her scream. "You know you want it." He unbuckled her pants and Elle squeezed her eyes shut. She knew what was going to happen and she wasn't going to be able to stop it. She had never felt this helpless in her life.
"No, no, no, please, please, please." Elle was unable to stop the tears. She was the one who used to save victims. She wasn't supposed to be the victim in distress. She gave a small whimper as his hands started to roam. She was an FBI agent for years. She was trained to not let this happen. She was trained to protect herself. She wasn't supposed to be this vulnerable.
"You're such a whore. You were just asking for it!" He gave a low chuckle as he slowly pulled her underwear and pants off, letting out a groan of pleasure. He pulled down his own underwear and pants, throwing them across the room.
"Please, you don't want to do this!" Elle screamed as he violated her. Her resolve not to scream dissolved. There wasn't a word to describe the pain. It was like someone had shot her one hundred times and pressed red hot pokers inside of the wounds. She was not a virgin but there was not one part of her that wanted this.
"Do you like it?" The man sneered through the ski mask he wore that covered the identifying factors of his face. The only thing she could see was his lips and his eyes, a medium shade of brown that had flecks of amber in them. The small fire that was burning in the corner of the room danced in his eyes, making him look eerily like she imagined the devil did.
"Please stop, I won't tell anyone, please." Elle's tough exterior had completely melted. She just wanted him to go away. She wanted to be anywhere but here. She wished she hadn't left the BAU. She wished the only people she had ever really been close to were here. She knew the team would have kept her safe if she hadn't left them.
"Shut up." The man ground out between his teeth as he kept thrusting his hips brutally forward. Elle couldn't hold back her scream of pure terror when he ripped her blouse, the buttons flying and then clawed her bra off, the snapping of the straps causing Elle to jump. She tried to move, tried to escape, trying to get away, but nothing worked. He brought his mouth down and started to bite down her collarbone. She didn't think that anything else could hurt her right now, but she felt beads of blood start to form. The pain was overwhelming, it felt like she was drowning. She couldn't get away. She couldn't breathe. No one was coming for her. No one was going to save her.
JJ hated the downcast and tired looks the team gave her as they returned to the BAU after leaving only twenty minutes prior. She hated that she wasn't going to get to go home and see her husband and baby. She knew that they all wanted to get one night of sleep in their own beds, but this case couldn't wait. The local police had finally caved and asked for help. The unsub's timeline was speeding up and they couldn't afford to wait.
"What's up JJ?" They asked as they slung themselves down into their chairs around the round table, spinning to face the lit monitors. JJ pulled up twelve pictures of brown haired women all smiling and carefree in one picture, the next they were bloodied and had bruises all over their faces. "This unsub grabs women from an alley after dark and takes them to an unknown location. He rapes them before dumping them, usually after a severe blow to the head. The last two women haven't regained consciousness. The Peachtree City police are desperate for help."
"Wheels up in twenty minutes." Hotch stood up from the table, his face slightly pale. He walked briskly back to his office and shut the door. The others looked at each other and shrugged it off, walking to get their own stuff ready. Hotch had been under a lot of stress lately and the teams had just been trying to be supportive.
Hotch looked at his phone sitting on the desk. He almost pressed the call button, but he couldn't bring himself to call her. What if she hated him or didn't want anything to do with the team? He groaned, but got up to grab his go-bag and snatched his phone from the desk, deciding he could call her later.
"The police think there are more victims. The ones who came forward say he said not to tell, but after the news broke, they decided to break their silence. They are all under protective details until we catch him." JJ gave the team more details once they were on the plane. She glanced at Hotch and could tell that his brain wasn't fully with the briefing, but she pressed on. "They have made an announcement to the public informing women to be careful after dark and not to go anywhere alone."
"Good." Rossi had been doing this for more years than he would like to own up to, but he never understood how a man could do this to a woman. "It sounds like he will take any woman he can get with brown hair." He repressed a shudder as he tried to stop thinking about all of the brunette women in his life. That was one of the worst parts of this job was imagining the people you cared about being a victim.
"When we land, I want Reid and JJ to go to the station." Hotch looked up to mentally divide the team, Reid still was heavily leaning on his cane so he was safest and most useful parked behind a desk. He still wasn't going to be fully field operational for a few more months. "Dave, Emily, and Morgan go check out the last crime scene."
"What about you?" Morgan loved Hotch but there was something going on right now that Morgan couldn't place. Morgan made a mental note to talk to Hotch alone later. He didn't want to sound like he was confronting him, but he cared about him and wanted to make sure everything was okay. Everyone could tell that Hotch was distracted.
"I need to deal with something personal." Hotch said cryptically as he gazed out the window. The sun was just beginning to rise, a million shades of read oozing through the sky. "Get some sleep."