The sun shone brightly, the gentle warm rays caressed her small, banged up figure as she carefully sat herself down at a bench, her thick crimson ringlets tied back in a messy bun.

Bandages were securely wrapped around her neck and head, over her left eye. That was only her head though. Under her ABU's, her body looked akin to a mummy. It was obvious she'd been run through the ringer.

"Hey.. I'll give you a ride." a deep voice chimed, gaining the redhead's attention. Her visible royal blue eye flitted to the source.

A man, about 6'3" stood just a little ways away. It took her mere seconds to take in his appearance. Strong build, short curly black hair, fair skin, slight stubble around his chiseled features, pink lips, which are slightly chapped.

The man's stance was confident, and surely intimidating to most. She probably would've taken his offer, if she hadn't met his eyes.

Icy blue hues that flickered with so many emotions she couldn't decipher them all. However, she did catch a few. Anger, lust, and something else she had trouble describing.

"No, thank you though." she smiled politely, "My brothers and nephew are coming to take me out to dinner."

The man returned her smile, though it was off, and gave the woman a dreadful feeling, "It wasn't a question."

He lunged at her, a white cloth in hand. She let out a startled shriek, her bandage covered hand reaching for her gun. But the man grabbed her wrist tightly with one hand, the other forcing the cloth over her nose and mouth.

Despite her injured state, she thrashed and fought, pushing and kicking at him, ignoring the flaring of agony that shot out from her wounds.

The sickly sweet scent of chloroform stung at her nose. The man tightened his grip on her wrist, eliciting a gasp of pain. He pinned her legs between his, pressing the cloth harder against her face, his icy hues staring into her fear filled, royal ones as they began to grow hazy.

The fight in her faded, her eyes fluttering closed.

He held her till she went limp. "Sorry, love. I didn't want to hurt you." he whispered, tucking the cloth in his pocket as he pulled back. He released her wrist, lightly cupping her face, his thumbs brushing over her wet cheeks, relishing in finally being able to touch his sweet darling.

"It had to be done." he mumbled, pecking her lips quickly before picking up her small body bridal style. He left her crutches and bag behind. After all she wouldn't be needing them, he had everything she'd ever need at home.

*************

Aaron, Sean, and Jack Hotchner arrived at the place they were supposed to meet their sister.

"Where is she?" Sean inquired, brows furrowing as Aaron and himself scanned the area. "Dad! That's her bag!" Jack exclaimed, pointing to the duffel that sat on an empty bench, crutches lent beside it.

It was definitely her bag, it was black, but had multiple cartoon pins of turtles, tigers, pandas, and foxes littering it, as well as a fox painted on the side in acrylics.

Jack excitedly ran over, hoping to catch a glimpse of the redheaded he'd only met over video calls but already loved dearly. Sean and Aaron following suit, already having a bad feeling.

"Why would she leave her crutches?" Jack frowned, Aaron felt his blood run cold, "She wouldn't." he muttered, his heart sinking.

The Hotchner brothers exchanged fearful looks as the profiler touched the back of the bench, "It's cold.. she's been gone for a while."

"I'll call my team." he said, Sean nodded, pulling Jack away from the bench. As far as they knew, it was now a crime scene. Aaron closed his eyes in an attempt to recollect himself before calling up a certain bubbly tech analyst.

"Hello." she chirped, managing to keep her professionalism towards her boss

"Garcia, call up the team.. we might have a case." the Senior agent spoke, "Send them to the marine base docks, and go over the security footage."

"On it, boss." she replied quickly, "Thanks, Garcia." "You're welcome, sir."

*************

When the team arrived, Aaron was staring at a bench and Sean and Jack were sitting in Aaron's car.

"What's up, Hotch?" Morgan mused, snapping the lead agent out of his trance. "A Marine's gone missing." he stated, swallowing thickly before continuing, "Master Sergeant Natalia Hotchner."

"How do you know she's missing?" Reid inquired, Aaron rubbed his face out of sheer stress. "She was WIA and she wouldn't have left her crutches or duffel." Hotchner stated, "And there's blood on the back of the bench and on the concrete."

JJ placed a gentle hand on Hotch's shoulder, "We'll find her, Hotch." she assured softly, he nodded, taking a deep breath, "Garcia's looking over the security footage. Rossi, Morgan and I will around on the ship for any information the other Marine's might have."

"JJ, Prentiss, Reid I want you to go meet up with Garcia. She'll need help going over footage. Take Sean and Jack with you, I want them somewhere safe."

The team gives a simultaneous reply before splitting up to do their part. Morgan falling into step beside his superior, "Is Natalia-"

"Our sister." Aaron cut him off, "She'd been on duty in Israel for twenty years. First got enlisted when she was sixteen."

"Isn't that a little young?" Rossi mused, he had slowed so they could catch up, Hotchner chuckled, "Yeah.. but our parents signed her off, she'd graduated high school at eleven and had finished three years of college when she was fifteen."

"You must be proud." the Italian-American hummed, Hotch swallowed thickly, nodding whilst letting out a soft 'yeah'.

*************

That numb, tingly pins and needles feeling resonated throughout her entire body as Natalia dazedly woke. Vision blurry with exhaustion and of being drugged.

She moved her arms to try and rub away the haziness, but she couldn't. The metallic clinking of chains met her ears as her head lulled to the side, her freshly bandaged arm was wrapped in a leather cuff. Her brows furrowed and she looked to her other arm, finding it in the same condition.

She was so preoccupied by her attempts to free herself, that she hadn't heard her captor enter the room until he spoke.

"Good morning, my love." he smiled brightly, his voice sent unpleasant chills down her spine.

Natalia hesitated to look at him, however it was inevitable and she knew it, but that didn't stop her from attempting to shy away.

The bed dipped as he sat down, "Shh.. you don't have to be afraid.." he cooed, brushing her crimson curls from her face, she whimpered, turning away from him, "It's okay. You're safe now. I'll protect you, love. I promise."

"I wanna go home." she whispered, her soft voice cracking as he touched her face. "You are home." he smiled, then frowned as tears fell from her eyes, staining her bandages.

"Hey.. don't cry.. does it hurt? I'm sorry.. I'll get you something for the pain." he said quickly, leaving no room for a response before leaving her side. She tugged at the leather cuffs, crying harder as fear and pain consumed her.

The man returned, "Shh.. it'll all be better soon, okay? Just relax.." he coaxed, but it only threw her further into hysterics.

"I w-want my brothers! Please, I just.. I just wanna go h-" a painful pinch cut her off, "Shh.. it's okay.. I'm here now.. Everything is gonna be okay." he spoke lightly, kissing her head as a cold liquid shot into her bloodstream.

"Sweet dreams, my love."