Pain. That’s all you’ve known for the past few days. The ropes biting into your wrists, the bruises covering your skin, the exhaustion weighing you down. The unsub had taken you while you were investigating a lead alone, and no matter how much you fought, you hadn’t stood a chance.

Now, you’re barely conscious, slumped against the cold concrete floor of what looks like an abandoned basement. Your body aches, and every breath feels like a struggle. But you hold on. You know the team is looking for you.

And then—gunfire. A shout. Heavy boots pounding against the ground.

"Clear!" Someone yells.

A familiar voice cuts through the haze. "Aaron," You try to say, but it comes out as a broken whisper.

Then, warm hands are on you, undoing your restraints. "I got you, sweetheart," Aaron breathes, his voice tight with barely contained anger and relief. "You're safe now."

You let out a shuddering breath as he carefully lifts you into his arms. "Took you guys long enough," You murmur, trying for a weak smile.

Aaron huffs out something like a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. His jaw is clenched, his hold on you protective. "We’re never letting this happen again," He promises, carrying you out of that nightmare and into the light of the outside world, keeping a protective hold on you.