Wash my sins away
Chapter 2
TW- non consensual touching but nothing graphic!
Jj groaned, her alarm ringing loudly as her half asleep arm swung at it best it could.
“‘‘Em we should get going” she spoke through a yawn as she threw the comforter off, shivering at the low temperature of the room.
“Emily?” She repeated when she didn’t get a response.
Jj turned around and realized the agent wasn’t there, she quickly checked the bathroom, and still no sign of Emily. Why would the brunette go to the station without her? Though a little butt hurt, the blonde picked up her phone. If Emily had left, it must be because of a lead, but why wasn’t she informed? Jj pulled on her jeans as she found the contact and clicked on it.
It only took a second before a ringtone sounded in the room, Emily’s ringtone. The blonde looked dumbfounded at the phone on her friend’s bedside table. Beside it was her badge and gun, she would never leave those. Emily was an experienced agent, she would never leave those behind, ever.
Jj took a few calming breaths, trying to come up with reasonable explanations to keep the panic at ease. ‘Emily’s probably just gone to get ice… at 6 in the morning in November, right?’
She quickly got dressed and left the room to find her colleagues. Spencer and Derek were in the room beside theirs as she nervously knocked on their door. Morgan answered and she could see Spencer gathering his things as they were about to leave.
“Have you guys seen Emily?”
Jj asked, sounding more stressed than she was intending.
Morgan looked at her confused and shook his head. The blonde’s heart rate sped up further.
“Hey, hey what’s going on?” The man asked gently as Reid also came to stand by the door
“Um, It’s just I can’t find her, I mean she’s probably fine, but she left her gun and phone, which is really unlike her”
Jj rambled and both Morgan and Reid know the blonde was right, Prentiss wouldn’t leave her things. Still they couldn’t help but think the blonde woman was slightly over reacting.
“Okay, well why don’t you go talk to Hotch and Rossi while we look around for her” Morgan said calmly, placing a hand on the fidgety woman’s shoulder.
The blonde simply nodded as she headed for the outside staircase and the men set off to the reception, which was virtually the only place to look except the parking lot.
Jj told the men the same story and Hotch seemed to take her slightly more seriously as he also knew Emily was way to good at her job to go to the station or the store without her gun and badge while a murderer was roaming the town. They all headed downstairs and entered the reception where Morgan and Reid were already talking to the maybe 20 year old guy behind the counter.
“Look I came in like an hour ago and I haven’t seen anyone, but we should have a camera covering the entrance, this place has been robbed one too many times”
The guy tried to joke, but was met with only stern faces.
Aaron told him to show them the tape, and after a few minutes of fiddling, the guy turned the dusty computer screen around to show them. The video was sped up as they waited for something to happen, all holding their breath.
“Wait, there!” Spencer said as he grabbed the mouse to rewind the video himself.
Jj felt like her heart was about to stop, she didn’t know if she could handle seeing anything bad happen to Emily. The team froze as the watched their teammate look through the locked reception door and then be captured by a large backed man. He must have known where the camera was as he didn’t show his face, but you could see the dark haired agent fighting him off, until she suddenly dropped, limp in his arms.
“Fuck, he must have drugged her”
Morgan said as he ran his hands over his face in frustration. The others were too stunned to say anything until Aaron spoke up.
“We have to get to the station and find this guy”
Everyone nodded in agreement as they followed Hotch to the SUVs, but Jj had barely heard what he said. Her feet were rooted in the ground and her heart clenched painfully with every beat. The image of that disgusting man wrapping his arms around Emily’s body and stabbing her in the neck with a syringe kept replaying in her mind.
“Hey, she’s gonna be okay, we’ll find her”
Spencer said calmingly as he placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding a catatonic Jj to the parking lot.
***
Emily’s head pounded as she woke up in what must be someone’s basement. The last thing she remembered was dozing in and out of consciousness in the back of a van. Once they come to a stop and he opened the doors, he’d grumbled and hit her hard in the head, quickly knocking her back out.
Whatever drug he gave her must be wearing off. Cause her vision was clearing up, and despite the consistent pounding in her head, she was basically able to think straight. Thankfully, she was still wearing her clothes, but she was unable to move much, due to the chains hanging from the ceiling, pulling her up by her hands. She was forced to stand on her toes in order to give her arms intermittent rest, but she could already feel them going numb
The only light illuminating the room was a few rays of sun shining through the tiny windows along the ceiling, yep… definitely a basement.
As her eyes searched the dark corners she looked for any way out, but came up empty. The only exit was up the old wooden staircase to the main house, and she was not in any condition to fight off that huge man right now. Her best bet was probably to keep her head down and endure his torture for as long as possible, buying time for the team to find her. She knew they would, eventually, it was just a question of surviving until then.
Suddenly, the door at the top of the staircase was violently thrown open and then locked behind the man. His heavy steps made the stairs creek worryingly. Emily had a hard time seeing his face until he came close enough where the sun illuminated him. He was scruffy with a stubbly beard and a manic look in his eyes. The white shirt he was wearing was dirty under his denim overalls.
Emily felt her heartbeat speed up as he came grossly close to her face, studying her features with a dirty smile. Her stomach rolled but she was trained to not let it show, so she didn’t, her face strong and stoic, even as he picked up a pocket knife.
He ran the small, but sharp blade across her pale jaw and down her neck, snickering as her quick pulse gave away her fear. How could her body blow her cover like that? He got off on fear, Emily knew that. She silently cursed herself, knowing she was probably about to find out where all of the previous victims bruises came from.
***
The station was a whirlwind of local police, victim’s families and the BAU team, as everyone frantically tried to find leads on where their colleague could be held. Every time they thought they might have found a lead, it turned up empty. There was nothing linking the previous victims other than their fair skin and dark hair, so he must be an opportunistic killer, finding random women on the street who fit his desires.
Jj decided to push her worry deep down as the team needed her head fully there, doing everything in her power to get Emily back.
So far the only thing they had on the unsub was the surveillance video from the motel, where he’d conveniently parked his vehicle far enough away for it not to get picked up by the camera. Basically all they had was that he was white and wore what looked like work clothes, which described about 98 percent of the men in town.
***
“It wouldn’t be such a good idea to hurt me you know, I’m FBI and my entire team is combing this place looking for me”
Emily explained, pleased her voice sounded somewhat steady. She was trying to buy herself some time.
Though he for a moment seemed stunned she was an agent, he quickly recovered, his grin returning.
“Well, then I guess I have to hurry up and have my fun before they come and ruin the party, won’t I?”
Emily’s blood ran cold at the realization than he had nothing to loose, he wasn’t scared to get caught, and that meant bad news for her. He put down the knife on a table behind her, which she now realized held several other ‘fun’ tools. The man picked up a large pair of scissors and slowly began to cut her clothes off. She wasn’t worried about the clothes, they had blood stains and she’d probably never be able to wear them again anyway, but she was worried about his reasoning. None of the other victims showed proof of assault, but Emily couldn’t help the way her breathing turned shallow as he tore off the remaining pieces of fabric, leaving her only in her bra and underwear. She also realized how cold it really was, goosebumps erupting all over her pale body.
“Now, now, calm down, we’re just gonna have some fun”
He whisper in her ear, making her shiver as she could feel his breath on her neck.
After he put the scissors back down, making sure the table was way out of her reach, he slid his dirty hands along her sides. Emily did her best to tune it out, she had done this before, even pretended to like it when she was with Doyle, but she didn’t think she would ever be here again. His hands roamed all over her body, and every time he passed over the covered parts, she let herself breathe, thankful he didn’t linger.
“How many men have you let touch you like this, huh? I know you’re enjoying this, dirty little thing, why don’t we wash you off”
Emily felt her eyes sting with unshed tears, she hated when people spoke to her like that, degraded her. Doyle had done it for years, he loved it, and eventually she’d started believing it herself. It’d taken years of work to undo the mindset that she was less than everyone else, but the thoughts slowly pushed themselves back in with every word the man spoke.
The agent realized she couldn’t see the man anymore and started cautiously looking around when she felt a sharp pain in her side. She yelped in shock and the man emerged from a dark corner holding tightly to a water hose. It looked like a regular one, but he must have modified it to have crazy pressure, cause Emily could practically feel the bruises forming under the sharp stream.
The water was also ice cold, not helping her shivering at all as he moved it around all over her body. She turned her face away every time the stream came close to her head, not even wanting to think about what would happen if it hit her in the eye. Her legs scrambled, attempting to run away out of instinct, but she was stuck as the chains holding her hands high above her head rattled loudly.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually her body gave out, too tired to fight it as she stilled and let the water bruise her shaking body. During the whole ordeal, the man had never stopped yelling insults for one second.
“You look so pathetic, you little whore, why are you fighting, you know you deserve it for all the disgusting things you’ve done” His words echoed round and round in the basement and her head.
He must have lost interest when she was on the verge of passing out as a released her chains, causing her to fall to the floor and hit her knees and hip on the hard cement. He dragged her by the chains over to the wall beneath the windows and fastened the chains by a hook in the floor. She was still stuck, but at least she could feel her arms, and hopefully get some rest.
“Sleep tight” He yelled as his boot collided with her head, knocking her out complete for the rest of the day.