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“I’m so sorry, JJ.”
Emily’s voice is hoarse and tired, and all JJ can think about is when was the last time either one of them had water?
She’s losing track of time, being chained up in this basement dungeon, no windows, no light. JJ knows she’d been there at least a day before Emily showed up. And oh, how Emily had shown up.
The Blackbird password was meant to trigger an alarm, and JJ had known that when she put it in the computer. Only, she assumed the entire BAU would be coming to her rescue, not just Emily Prentiss, backed with Interpol funding on a private jet racing her way faster than the BAU ever could.
If only she’d waited. Askari’s team had snatched her right out of the runway.
JJ’s stomach turned. She was glad she hadn’t witnessed it, but hearing it from Emily had been hard enough. Of course she felt guilty. If she hadn’t been the one kidnapped, if she hadn’t put in that password, Emily wouldn’t be here right now. She’d be safe, thousands of miles away, like she had been ever since she left.
All JJ seemed to do was put her in harm’s way, and now she was the sole reason the brunette was chained up next to her, just desperately hoping someone would find them.
“Don’t be,” JJ croaks back, leaning her head back against the concrete brick. Her hands are still bound with heavy chains, and she barely even notices how they’re cutting into her skin anymore.
“I wasn’t thinking when I landed,” Emily murmured, her eyes still half-shut. There’s a gash on her forehead from where she’d been attacked, and the dried blood contrasts her pale skin in a way that seems almost poetic. “If I’d been thinking… I would’ve noticed it. It’s my fault. I was just so worried about you.”
JJ swallows, and doesn’t reply. She could say it’s because she’s conserving her energy, but it’s not. It’s because the guilt in the pit of her stomach is threatening to rise up like vomit. It seems all she’s ever done is hurt Emily, but she knows she can’t say it. She knows Emily would never admit the way she looked at her and Will when they first met; knows she can never tell Emily she saw the pain in her eyes on their wedding night.
She knows she can’t tell Emily this because if she did, it would mean she had noticed.
Then she couldn’t just say she was oblivious and went with the first option available, the safe choice. She would have to say it was because she was terrified of the alternative.
So JJ doesn’t say anything at all, and lets her eyes shut too, a gruesomely peaceful silence encompassing the small, dark room.
“Time’s up.”
Hasting’s rough voice jolts JJ awake, and when she opens her eyes, Emily is already looking at her with nothing but pure panic.
Hastings has already been in and out, interrogating them over the course of… one, two days? It’s hard to tell. JJ’s had cold water splashed in her face, Emily’s been strung up and punched in the gut until she nearly passed out. Neither girl has broken. Neither girl has wanted to admit seeing the other in pain hurt more than their respective injuries. But JJ knows the panic in Emily’s eyes all too well- she’s still worried for her sake.
Emily is too kind, too good, and JJ is selfish for bringing her here because of it.
“No more games. No more fake codes. When we run out of time, your time is up,” Hastings hisses, furiously yanking the chain on JJ’s arms, bringing her to her feet. “Tell me what you know and do it now.”
JJ locks her jaw and remains silent, staring straight ahead. She can do this. It’s better her than Emily.
“Now.” A gun jams into the back of her neck, and JJ forces herself to breathe. He wouldn’t do this to her without the password. He needed the codes and he needs her alive to do that.
“Fuck you.”
If she antagonizes him; maybe, just maybe- he’ll keep his attention on her instead of Emily.
“That’s how you wanna do this?” Hastings chuckles, looking over at Askari as he enters the room with another guard. “You still want to defy me after three days?”
Three days- that’s how long it’s been. It worries JJ that her team hasn’t arrived by now, but she forces herself not to think about that.
“Fine. You want to play that way, we can play,” Hastings hisses, and he points the gun at Emily instead. JJ stares straight ahead, refusing to give him the reaction he wants.
“You forget that I don’t need her for the code,” Hastings shouts, jamming the barrel into the side of Emily’s temple. “She’s disposable.”
“She’s your leverage and you know it,” JJ spat, feeling a cold sweat shake her body. It’s hard, so hard not to scream and kick and cry for him to leave Emily alone, but the more compassion she shows, the more he will try and destroy her friend.
“She is,” Hastings admits with a chuckle. “I knew I needed to bring her here when you started hallucinating and calling her name in your sleep.”
Emily stiffens, and JJ realizes she hasn’t quite mentioned that, yet. It’s an odd thing to tell your friend you haven’t seen in years, someone who was once the closest person in your life that you begged them to rescue you instead of your husband. Yes, JJ hadn’t mentioned that, yet.
“Emily,” Hastings croons, mocking JJ as he comes up behind the brunette, gun still pressed firmly against her skull. Emily stays still, hands pulled up tightly above her head, barely even breathing. “Emily, help me. Emily, I knew you’d come.”
He tosses the gun to the side, and the clattering sound makes JJ jump. Hastings laughs, finally eliciting a reaction from the blonde.
“Who’s going to save Emily?” He jeers, and he grabs JJ’s hands, twisting the chain so she’s facing Emily. There’s a good four feet between them, and JJ wants to cry at how pale the other agent looks, but Emily is so determined, as usual, and JJ tries to keep her feelings at bay.
(She’s tried for seven years, now, and she still doesn’t know if it’s doing any good.)
“Emily,” He continues to mock, moving behind the brunette and gripping her hips tightly, one hand coming to play underneath the hem of her button up shirt. “Didn’t you know she won’t save you? You’re her leverage,” Hastings laughs, and JJ clenches her jaw.
“You don’t know JJ as well as you think,” Emily spits back, and JJ wants to tell her to be quiet, not to instigate him- but she realizes Emily is just doing the same thing she’s been doing. Keeping his attention off of her.
Fuck Emily Prentiss and her selflessness, JJ thinks, as she watches Hastings hand travel to the top of her shirt and rip down the middle, sending buttons flying all throughout the floor.
“Maybe I don’t,” he shrugs, pulling the two flaps of her shirt open, exposing a toned stomach and a plain, black bra. “I would’ve thought she’d be screaming out those codes by now, watching me touch her friend like this.”
His hand reaches up, clasping around one breast, and squeezing. Emily stays silent, but JJ can’t take it.
“She doesn’t have the codes,” JJ protests, thrashing slightly at her restraints. “I do. Not her.”
“Why didn’t you dream about your husband?” Hastings pokes, bringing his other hand around Emily’s slight frame to caress her throat, sleazily feeling every inch of skin that was exposed to him. “Why her? You know, you were always so worried about Emily back on our mission. I couldn’t pick the rest of your team out of a lineup, hell, I didn’t even know your husband’s name, but I knew Emily’s, and I know how you dropped everything to save her.”
“Too bad she did the same for you,” he continues, his hands moving down to the brunette’s belt buckle. “I think Emily is a little more important to you than you want me to know.”
JJ’s shaking now, not because he’s wrong but because he’s right, he’s so right, but he can’t know because then he’ll exploit it, he’ll exploit Emily. She’s watching Emily’s eyes pierce right into her, pleading with her to stay quiet, and JJ hates how selfless Emily still is, even now. She’d rather let this creep threaten her, assault her, grab her everywhere as long as he doesn’t lay a finger on JJ.
JJ breathes, braces herself. She can do this. She has to do this for Emily. She can’t give him leverage.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she breathes firmly, with all the defiance she can muster. She refuses to let her eyes follow Hastings' hands, pulling Emily’s belt out of her jeans.
“Then you don’t care if I do this?” He cocks an eyebrow, unbuttoning the top button of Emily’s pants and moving to the zipper. JJ forces herself to remain silent, forces herself to call her bluff- if she shows the reaction he wants, he’ll just make it worse.
“You’re a pervert,” she settles on, meeting his eyes with a dull glare. “And I’m not giving a pervert those codes.”
“I think you will,” he chuckles, looping a thumb around the edge of Emily’s underwear, pulling it so it was just barely visible on her hip, and it’s the first time Emily finally whimpers, instinctively jolting away from him. It breaks JJ’s heart, and she wants to cry, and Emily can tell, because she speaks up.
“I’m fine,” she musters through gritted teeth, locking eyes with JJ. “I’m fine.”
The next ten seconds feel like an eternity as JJ participates in the most grueling standoff she can imagine; watching with a blank look on her face as Hastings pushes Emily’s pants down to her knees, exposing her underwear. He caresses her bare thigh on the way up, moving to her hips, to her ass, and slaps it firmly.
JJ stays still, and she feels everything and nothing at once.
“You fucking bitch,” Hastings finally shrieks, flipping his pocketknife out of his pocket and cutting Emily’s shirt off her shoulders before either girl has time to think. “No more fucking games. You fucking bitch. I will ruin her and you until I get those fucking codes.”
He draws the blade of the knife down Emily’s chest and it’s enough to draw blood. The brunette cries out, and JJ breaks as she watches him move to her leg next.
“Stop. Just stop, please stop,” she screams, and all of the emotion she was so desperately trying to bottle up comes out. “Please stop.”
“I’m going to break her, then I’m going to break you, even if I never get those codes,” Hastings shouts, digging the blade of the knife into Emily’s hip threateningly. A drop of blood drips from pure white skin, and Emily winces again.
JJ cries out, and it’s like the knife is hitting her own skin.
“Just stop. Please, just stop,” she begs, thrashing at her own restraints as he cuts Emily’s leg again. “Just stop. Don’t touch her. Don’t fucking touch her.”
“Don’t touch her?” Hastings cocks his head, pulling his knife away from Emily’s thigh. “Then you touch her.”
He releases the chains on JJ’s arm and shoves her forward. She stumbles, her hands feel numb from being chained so long, and her first reaction is to catch herself against Emily, her hand going to the wound on her chest, trying to gauge the depth and stop the bleeding. It’s a surface wound, but her hand is still sticky with blood.
“Touch her,” he repeats, and he holds the knife out. “You try and kill me, both of you are fucking dead. Cut her.”
“No,” JJ insists, shaking her head. She’s so overwhelmed, she can’t even think. She has to try and stay strong. She has to stay numb, he can’t know-
“No? Then touch her instead.” Hastings grabs JJ’s wrist with a vice grip and presses it against Emily’s breast. JJ gasps, Emily’s eyes lock with hers and she sees a mixture of fear and adrenaline.
“Stop,” JJ begs, and she tries to pull her wrist away but Hastings keeps it there.
“Touch her, or I will,” he hisses, and uses his other hand to bring the knife to Emily’s neck. “Now.”
JJ’s frozen, doesn’t move, and Hastings begins pressing the tip of the blade into the soft skin of Emily’s jaw. Emily cries out, and JJ snaps to attention.
“I’m touching her. I’m touching her. Please,” she begs, and brings a hand to Emily’s waist, trying to appease Hastings. She can’t think now, Emily’s hurt, Emily’s in pain, and she can’t act like she doesn’t care. She cares. She cares so fucking much it hurts like there’s a knife at her own neck.
“You’re not fucking touching her. Touch her or I will,” he shouts again, and he moves the knife to Emily’s stomach this time, drawing a clean line from her belly button down towards the top of her panties.
“Fuck,” Emily screams, tears springing to her eyes as she tries to back away from the blade. She’s trying so hard to keep quiet, to keep calm, but it fucking hurts. “JJ, please.”
“Please, JJ, Please,” Hastings mocks, and he cuts at the front of her underwear.
“I’m touching her,” JJ protests, panicking as she grabs Emily’s hips. “I don’t know what you want. I’m touching her. Please stop. I-”
“Touch her how I tell you or I slit her fucking neck,” Hastings shouts, and he steps behind Emily again, holding the knife to her throat. “Fuck her.”
The weight of the sentence drops on JJ’s shoulders and she gags.
“I can’t, I-” she pleads, a mess of tears and snot now, so delirious that she can barely make out the two bodies in front of her. “I can’t-”
“Too late,” he shrugs, and begins to dig the knife in again, and Emily’s lost so much blood-
“JJ, please,” Emily pants, trying to stifle her own sobs. “Just do it. Please.”
“The code is-”
“Stop,” Emily shouts, catching JJ’s attention. “Do not give him the code. We are dead if you give him the code,” she hisses, and JJ realizes she’s right. “I can take this. I’m okay.”
“Shut up, bitch,” Hastings spits, and moves his knife up to her shoulder, making one clean cut and Emily winces again. He only goes deeper, this time, and doesn’t let up.
“JJ- please, JJ, just do it, fuck,” Emily screams, throwing her head back and trying to wriggle out of Hastings’ grip.
“I’ll do it. I’ll do it, just stop,” JJ shouts, and when Hastings doesn’t let up, she knows she has no more time to waste. She blinks back heavy tears as she grabs Emily’s chest, caressing them shakily in the same way Hastings had, and he finally drops the knife.
“You stop, I don’t stop,” Hastings warns her, stepping back to see what JJ was finally doing. “Fuck her. Fuck her like I’m not in the room. You dirty bitch, you’re lucky I’m making you do this,” he sneered, shoving JJ’s back so she’s closer with Emily’s frame. “Kiss her. Do it now.”
“Em-” JJ croaks, her hands trembling as they continue to squeeze her friend’s breasts. “I’m so-”
“Stop,” Emily mumbles, refusing to meet JJ’s eyes. “Just do it. Just get it over with. I know you have to. Please.”
It’s not what JJ would’ve wanted Emily to say, had this been different. She feels guilty for having daydreamed about this before- of course, they’re in a bed, or a car, or a bathroom- it’s never like this. In her dreams, Emily would be moaning, would be smiling, glowing almost and she’d taste so good under JJ’s tongue.
Now, she just tastes like iron, and tasting the blood on her lip makes JJ sick as she kisses her for the very first time.
She still almost savors it, as Emily’s lips move against her own, and she wonders how much Emily will hate her when they get out.
If they get out.
JJ kisses Emily as fervently as she can, sloppily, because she can’t concentrate on anything right now besides keeping her alive. She wants to make this quick, to give him what he wants so Hastings stops hurting them, and they just need to buy time. That’s it.
Nervously, she grabs Emily's underwear and starts to move it aside, but stalls. She’s never done this before, they haven’t-
“I’ll fucking kill her, bitch, move,” Hastings shouts, and JJ stumbles as she pushes Emily’s underwear away.
In her dreams, there’s foreplay. JJ takes her time kissing Emily’s body in a way she never wanted to do with Will’s. She nips her collarbone playfully, draws hearts on her chest with her tongue, teases her inner thighs until Emily’s practically pulling her hair and riding her face.
This is her nightmare, instead, she thinks, as she presses her fingers against Emily’s slit for the first time in this dimly lit hole in the ground.
JJ pulls back from kissing the other girl, burying her face in her neck instead so she didn’t have to meet her eyes. She feels guilty, because she’s wet right now. It feels like rape; feels like JJ is being forced to rape her closest friend, and she’s wet while doing it.
If it bring JJ any solace, when she hesitantly dips a finger into Emily, the other girl is, too.
“Don’t be gentle,” Hastings orders, and his voice is raspy, now.
JJ’s in a daze, two fingers finally inside of the girl of her youthful dreams. The look on Emily’s face is one she’s never seen before. She wants to lie to herself and say it’s some kind of arousal. But Emily’s lip is trembling, and JJ wishes Hastings had just killed her a long time ago when she sees the pain she’s causing the older woman.
“Don’t be gentle, or I won’t be,” Hastings shouts, pulling his knife out again and advancing towards the two of them. “I want it entertaining. Tell her she’s a slut.”
JJ goes to speak and can’t, her fingers falling out of Emily. She wipes them on her pant leg and heaves.
“Tell her she’s a fucking slut,” Hastings insists, pressing the knife against Emily’s side this time. “Tell her she’s a slut. Talk to her. Do it now. Make it good,” he orders as he starts to cut and Emily cries out again.
“I can’t do it,” JJ cries, and Hastings cuts deeper. Emily’s writhing in pain, now, and can’t bear it anymore.
“Fuck me, JJ,” she gasps between labored breaths. “Please. I want it.”
It seems to appease Hastings, because he doesn’t cut deeper, but he doesn’t pull away, either.
“Please fuck me,” Emily sobs, arching her hips towards the younger woman, and JJ takes a deep breath before her eyes go black.
She’s not sure what happens, it’s like her body just shut down. JJ pushes her fingers back inside Emily. All she can hear is Hastings in her ear, all she can see is blood dripping from the knife Hastings is waving around- it’s all too much.
She’s angry. She’s so angry. She fucking hates herself for being here. She hates Emily for coming to save her.
Emily.
Emily lets out a quiet moan and JJ doesn’t know if it’s real or for show. She’s fingering Emily hard now, just like she’d always wanted, and she pushes a third finger in on the next thrust.
She’s so fucking angry. Fucking Emily, always pushing her own stuff aside of JJ.
“You’re a slut,” JJ spits out, her eyes glassy as she continues to thrust. She’s never done this before, doesn’t know if she’s any good at it, but she’s got three fingers burying relentlessly inside of her friend and Emily’s whining, now.
“You’re a slut. Come and get it over with,” JJ challenges, and she doesn’t even know where the words are coming from. Hastings is still in her ear, goading her, egging her on, but the knife is gone now. Strange, how she’s trying to keep Emily safe by assaulting her.
“JJ,” Emily sobs, and JJ forces herself to look down at Emily’s chest instead of her eyes. She can’t bear to see the tears anymore, and blinks back her own.
“Come and get it over with,” she repeats, grabbing Emily’s ass with her free hand, and for a moment, she selfishly relishes the feeling. “I bet you wanted to do this before, huh?”
She doesn’t know where that came from, and she doesn’t let herself feel bad about it as Emily’s wide eyes bore into hers.
“Just come,” JJ spits, goading her on. “Am I not fucking you hard enough?”
“No,” Emily protests, because it’s hard, it’s too hard, but JJ doesn’t realize she’s saying no, not “no, it’s not hard enough”, and grips Emily's ass with an iron grip, driving harder into her friend.
“Is it hard enough now?” She grunts, staring Emily in the eyes with a crazed look, feeling bile in her throat. “Just come, Emily, I want to be done, please,” she slurs.
“I don’t- no,” Emily panics, and for the first time ever, she tries to shy away from JJ.
JJ can’t stop, and she pushes one finger on Emily’s clit. It works, and Emily’s legs start to shake, her weight being supported on JJ’s shoulder.
“Come,” JJ orders, tears pricking her eyes again. “Just come, Emily.”
They’re both surprised when Emily does come, with a sob, shaking around JJ’s fingers. It’s quick and painless, but it snaps JJ out of the daze she’d been in, breaking away the mask.
When Emily lifts her head up, she looks terrified, almost, but gives JJ a weak smile.
JJ throws up, keeling to the side, and all she hears before she passes out is Michael Hastings laughing above her.