J.J's POV
"Where did Katherine go?" I asked.
"Didn't she say she went to go get her bag downstairs?" Juliet asked sounding confused.
"That was twenty minutes ago." I said grabbing my gun. "I'll be back."
I slowly walked down the stairs, both hands on my gun.
"Katherine?" I called out.
No answer.
I walked through the living room, making sure it was clear, and walked into the kitchen where there was a small pool of blood.
Katherine was no where to be found. I took out my phone and called Hotch.
"Hey Hotch. We have a problem." I said. Spence was going to kill me.
Katherine's POV
I woke up with a pounding headache in a dark room.
"You're up." Michael said. I could hardly make out his figure sitting across from me in a chair.
"Where am I?" I asked slowly inching away from him. He turned on a light and I immediately recognized the room.
We were in his grandmothers house.
"I knew you would know where we are." He said.
"Why are you doing this, Michael?" I asked.
"Because I love you!" He said climbing on the bed. "They hurt you and I needed to protect you!"
"The people you killed didn't hurt me." I said inching away from him more.
"No, but they stood in the way of me getting what I want." He said grabbing my hands. "I always get what I want."
"W-what did you do the ones you didn't kill?" I stuttered.
"Who says I didn't kill them? The most fun was Derek." He said grinning. "He sure put up a fight."
My jaw dropped.
"You sick son of a bitch! You're going to pay for this! They're going to find you and you're going to go to jail forever!" I yelled.
"Who's going to catch me? That geeky little FBI agent of yours? Who says he isn't next?" He asked.
"You son of a bitch! I swear if you touch him you're going to pay!" I yelled. He laughed and walked out of the room.
Spencer's POV
"Hey guys." I said putting my bag down next to the chair I was just about to sit in. They all just looked at me. "Is something wrong?"
"Spencer," Hotch started out. He never called me Spencer unless it was serious. "Katherine was taken from Detective O'Hara's house last night."
"You're joking, right?" I asked not knowing what to say. They all just stared at me. "Hotch, I swear if this is some kind of sick joke-"
"I'm not joking, Reid." Hotch said.
"This is all my fault." J.J said standing up.
"No it's not, J.J." Rossi said.
"It's all of our faults. We were supposed to be watching her. One of us should've gone downstairs with her." Emily said.
"It's none of your faults. This sick son of a bitch killed almost 10 people and took Katherine. This is his fault. Not ours. Not hers." Morgan said.
"And we'll do everything in our power to get her back." Hotch said.
"We found finger prints in the kitchen." Detective O'Hara said walking into the conference room. "They belong to Michael Prescott."
