Elle hadn’t known what to expect when the team finally found your location, but it wasn’t this.

Earlier in the week the team was given a case, as per usual. There was something a bit iffy about this case. Always a cold chill in the air as you and the team tried to hunt down this serial murderer.

Located in a secluded little area of Louisiana, the locals did not like the idea of FBI agents assisting with a case. And the other officers were hostile too. It just seemed like everyone and everything was against the BAU this week.

During the case the team got closer and closer to finding the killer’s true identity, however they also figured out that you looked extremely similar to all of his victims. So obviously, with this new knowledge, Hotch benched you.

Everyone was exhausted when the day faded into night and the air grew cold. You had retired to your hotel room for the night, bidding everyone good night and, unfortunately, you were not there to say good morning.

Elle was stressed, she was freaking out. You were gone, you had been taken. What torturous things could the unsub be putting you up to?

It took the team days to find your location, and by the time they did, you were nearly dead.

Elle entered the room where you lay beaten, wet, and cold. Shivering in her arms as your weak hands gripped tightly onto her vest as if letting go meant waking up with your head submerged into water.

“Hey, hey, please stay awake for me? Please, I cannot loose you— stay- stay with me.” Elle pleaded, cradling your freezing and exhausted body in her lap. She ran her fingers through your wet hair, brushing the strands that were clinging to your forehead as she tried to keep you conscious.

“Please, stay with me.”