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As they approached the station, Hotch was well aware of the growing tension on JJ's face. However, before he could say anything a brunette came rushing down the steps to meet them.

"You must be them," she remarked casually, coming to a quick stop in front of them.

Hotch recognized the look in her eyes. There was a killer in her town, and she was angry although very determined. He just hoped that her over enthusiastic approach wouldn't affect their ability to perform their job as well as they intended.

"I'm Agent Hotchner and this is Agent Jareau," he said nodding towards JJ, whom was already walking up the steps, having decided to skip the introduction.

"Detective Williamson." She took the hand he offered and shook it quickly before glancing at the other Agent's retreating back, giving Hotch a quizzical look.

"She's just wants to get started," he replied following up the steps, the concern growing on his face. Carefully, he pushed aside that worry and knew the best thing for JJ right now was to get to work on this case.

JJ's eyes flickered around the small station, taking even the smallest details in. "Is there a place for us to set up?" she asked, speaking to the Detective for the first time.

Still a bit shocked, Detective Williamson nodded as she came in the door behind them. She gestured to a space in the corner, which contained a table and a few chairs. It was the only place in the chaos that was neat and tidy, and relatively untouched it appeared.

They were used to having their own room but JJ didn't complain, it was a small station and she'd take what she could get.

"Let's get started," she said anxiously heading towards the table to set her things down.

"She seems determined," Williamson commented casually.

"She is," Hotch agreed, a hint of worry flashing across his face again. "We'll need all your files brought over as soon as possible."

"Right away," the Detective agreed, leaving to allow the two Agents to get to work. She had faith in their abilities and hoped that together they could solve this awful case.


She stirred. Her bright blue eyes slowly opening, the pain on her head making itself known almost at once.

"Oh god, where am I?" she mumbled. The fear began to rise in her the second she realized her arms were bound as well as her legs.

"It's about time you woke up," the low voice told her causing goosebumps to appear on her skin.

Taylor let out a shaky breath. "Who are you?" she demanded harshly, attempting to sound brave. She failed miserably at this, though the tone of her voice made him laugh. It was so pitiful...

"Is this too fast for a first date?" he asked, his eyebrows rising. "I thought you liked someone that took control."

"Robert?" she said slowly, her voice cracking.

"Sure, that's the name you know me by..." He shrugged, tilting his head to the side to take in her reaction, to take in her fear. It was what he thrived for.

The tears trickled slowly down her cheeks, causing her eyes to become a more vibrant shade of blue. He enjoyed this part much too much. It'd be coming any second. The begging.

"Is this a joke?" she asked hopefully. Shifting herself in order to try and ease her discomfort, her eyes scanned the room they were in. It was dark, damp and cold. She couldn't make out much, though she tried.

"A joke that involves me hitting you over the head, dragging you out to my car, gagging you and throwing you in my trunk? Oh, and of course let's not forget the part where you wake up bound. A joke?" He shook his head at her hope and her stupidity.

"Why are you doing this?" she choked out, anxiously trying to free herself.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you the safety steps of meeting someone on the internet?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "Always meet them in a public place preferably with a friend and never ever give them your home address for one."

Taylor began to sob, and though he didn't speak the corners of his lips twitched. He took a minute to savour the sounds of her pain.

"Okay, you're right. I've learnt my lesson," she said her voice forcefully calm. She frantically nodded her head, though the tears still fell. "I'll know that for next time."

He let out a cold laugh again. Watching them hope was almost as much fun as the actual torture. "There won't be a next time."

"What?" she broke off. "Oh, no... no, no, no. You don't have to do this. Really." The terror in her voice, and the high pitched tone... He sighed in content.

He arched his eyebrows at her, not bothering to hide the amusement on his face. It was always the same. The same questions, statements and pleads.

"I know I don't have to. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Then why?" she asked in between sobs.

"I want to," he said dismissively. "I do what I want."

"I won't tell anyone," she continued to plead. Her thoughts wandered to her sister, her parents, and her friends. Her body began to tremble. Would she ever see them again? Was there even a chance of that? Her heart hammered painfully in her chest, pounding loudly in her ears sounding much like the beating of drums. It kept growing louder... and louder.

He leaned forward from his chair towards where she was placed on the floor to catch one of her tears before it fell. "That may be true, but it doesn't change anything. Don't worry about this yet. You still have a couple days. We have some fun to have first." He paused to pretend to think. "Actually, you should worry. Dying now would be considered merciful for you, considering what's in store."

Taylor's eyes widened when she saw him pull out the hunting knife. And she pulled even harder at her ropes.

"It's no use," he said rolling her eyes.

"That may be true, but it doesn't change anything," she remarked ignoring the bemusement on his face when she repeated his phrase back to him, "I have to try."

"They always do," he responded finally standing up, the large hunting knife clearly visible and he grinned again, watching her cower in terror.


"Whose house is this?" Emily asked walking across the lawn and ignoring all the people huddled together as close as they could get to the crime scene tape.

"A small family, currently out of the country," Dave replied, pausing on the front steps.

"He's clearly done his research," she said tilting examining the environment as they entered the home. "You'd expect a guy like him to have his own torture chamber and kill room."

"The other victims were killed in their homes but he chose a different location for this one."

"Was it because he had two girls?" Emily said voicing her thoughts out loud.

"That's a possibility," Dave agreed though he doubted this. Their killer was very organized, bringing his own kill kit. What went wrong here? He'd slipped up. But why?

"She was killed right here." Emily came to a stop in the basement, her eyes trailing over the scene from the boxes to the couch and she turned away when she saw the evidence of the escape attempt.

"All our other victims were tortured for days. He didn't get that time with Ashley. He was forced to kill her quickly."

"He's probably already got another victim. He didn't get his time with her. With either of them. He'd need to get another girl," Emily voiced, feeling sick at the thought.

"Then let's get to work," Rossi said, now looking at the full scene in order to try and picture what took place.

Emily nodded. They'd catch this guy. They had to.


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