Chapter One.

Emily Prentiss and Penelope Garcia were sat at a quiet bar in the mall, chatting about what they were going to do on their vacation.

"I think i'm just going to chill with Sergio." Emily laughed, Sergio was Emily's cat. "I know I have a sad life!"

"No! I'll be playing video games! Now that's a sad life." Garcia said, taking a sip of her drink.

The two women were so absorbed in their conversation, that they didn't notice the man watching them. His eyes lit up with excitement. He knew they were the ones he wanted, they would be perfect. He also knew it was a dangerous game taking two agents from the FBI. He knew they would hunt him down and he smiled as he thought about it - he liked a challenge. He saw them stand up to leave and he started up his car engine, he was sat in a fake taxi. He didn't know how well it would work after all they were FBI agents, they weren't stupid. He saw them walking towards him and he prayed that they would take the bait. There was a quiet tap on his window and he rolled it down. The 2 woman were clearly drunk, he secretly smiled to himself as they were clearly ready to let their guard down.

"Can we hitch a ride?" the woman with brown hair said, laughing.

"Sure. Hop in the back." The man said, gladly. He knew their names, he knew their everyday activity. He knew where they worked, where they lived. He'd been stalking them for weeks now.

The two woman climbed into the back of the fake taxi and fastened their seat belts. The man was thinking that a car crash was the least of their worries, in fact it would save them from the terror they would feel in a few hours.

"Where are you two lovely ladies off?"

"Just up to Darius's." The brown haired woman said, he knew her name was Emily Prentiss. The other one, Penelope Garcia was laughing at her friend.

"Off we go."

Kia Marshall sat in her usual corner of the underground pit. It was basically a pit like someone had dug a huge hole and and then put a hatch in the ceiling. She was alone now. Once, there had been more girls, just like her. But he had took them all, one by one. She couldn't remember how long she had been here, it felt like years, but realistically it must of only been a few weeks. She pulled her knees up to her chest and silently sobbed. It wasn't as if she had anywhere to go even if she ever got away, which she doubted. She had been passed from foster home to foster home and they probably didn't even care she'd gone missing. Lost in thought, Kia didn't even notice the noise of the car up above until it was right over her. He was back. He'd told her that he was going to find 'fresh meat', that's what he called the girls. She heard screaming and struggling up above. She retreated as far as she could go into her corner, she was scared. The hatch flew open and he slung a woman into the pit. She wasn't as young as the others, she looked in her 30's. She had shoulder length brown hair and was wearing jeans and a t shirt.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She screamed, jumping up and down at the hatch. Kia heard the screams of another woman and then she fell into the pit and slammed into the floor. She looked around the same age as the brown haired woman, she had blonde hair and had a slightly odd dress sense. Not that that matters now, we were all going to die anyway.

"Fucking creep!" The blonde woman screamed. "Let us go!"

"Our team will hunt you down and kill you! We're FBI agents!" The brown haired one yelled.

The man poked his head down the hatch and smiled.

"I'm fully aware of that. Have fun." He looked over at me and waved. Then he slammed the hatch down and it all went dark.

The blonde haired woman let out an almighty scream. Kia put her hands over her ears and cried. They were always hysterical when they first came in, so was she, it was human instinct to be afraid.

"Please stop." Kia whispered, rocking back and forth. The woman kept shouting and screaming to be let out. "Please stop!" Her voice raised. The woman stopped. Kia took her hands away from her ears and lit the lantern the man had given her weeks ago. The pit lit up, showing the size of it and also that there were 2 buckets and a few blankets. The two woman gasped as they looked up at her.

"Please stop screaming, no one can hear you. Believe me, I've tried." Kia said, getting up and walking across to them.

"Oh my god." The blonde haired woman said. "You're a child."

"I'm Kia."

"I'm Emily." The brown haired woman said, going to shake Kia's hand. She flinched away. "Sorry. Matter of habit."

"I'm Penelope." The blonde haired woman said, drying her tears. The two woman automatically felt responsible in keeping this girl safe and less scared. They knew she was probably terrified.

"How long have you been here?" Garcia asked, warily. Not knowing if she wanted to know the answer.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "A few weeks, a month. It's hard to keep track down here, all the days just roll into one."

"How old are you?" Emily asked.

"16."

"You look younger than that."

The girl shrugged again and turned away.

"This is my corner. You can have anywhere you want."

"Are you not scared?" Penelope asked, feeling sorry for the girl and knowing she was for some reason lying about her age.

"I'm absolutely terrified."