Well, this idea wouldn't leave me alone and since I've been sick for a few days I used the time to write it down. So here it goes...

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds doesn't belong to me.


"...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before."
-Elle Newmark

. .

It was better than he'd imagined. He had been ready for a boring bureau party, for dull conversations with people he hardly knew and strained small talk with his superiors. Instead he got to dance with his girlfriend, laugh with his friends and avoid the higher-ups altogether.
Suddenly he felt something or rather someone pat on his back. He turned around and his face lit up in surprise when he got a good look at the familiar face.

"Hey man. Didn't know you were here today."

"Yeah. I've just escaped from Strauss claws."

Derek had to laugh at that. "I can imagine that. She must have been interested in your transfer to the AFP. Speaking of it, you're ready for the sunny Australia?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. But it's good that I saw you standing here, I've been looking for you all evening." The dark-haired man cleared his throat than slid over a grey envelope. "For you. Kind of a farewell present."

Derek gave a small thank you smile to the slightly younger man. "You really didn't have to."

"No, no. I wanted to. Trust me."

The dark-skinned man took the envelope and ripped it open carefully. He could feel something small photo-like touch his fingers. "I can't remember taking a picture we-"

His smile fell. The grip he had on the picture tightened and with an icy glare, he turned. "Whatever this is, it's not funny."

"It's not supposed to be a joke, Derek." A dangerous grin appeared on the man's face and it gave him an insane look. "I'll make you deal. We're gonna leave. Quiet, without attracting attention, then she gets to live. What do you say?"

"You're crazy. Where is she?"

"You're right about me being crazy. About you. Now come on."

Derek couldn't help but flinch slightly when he felt the cold barrel of a gun touch his side.

"Come on let's go."

He didn't quite know how they got out of the building or even into the white van that stood outside, not far from the entrance of the bureau. The first thing he clearly remembered was to look on his girlfriend's face. A strong expression but with a spark of fear in her eyes.


However, his eyes were quickly drawn to the gun waving beside him. "Get in."

"You don't wanna do this."

"Yes I do. Now get in before I change my mind and kill both of you right now."

The house was the perfect example for abandoned. Only trees around and only a small path leading to it. After being lead down a few steps a heavy door fell shut behind them.
The first thing he had noticed was the immediate drop of temperature. It had about 35°F , 39°F tops. His breath formed white little clouds in the air. Derek took another look around the basement. Garbage was piled up in the corners of the room and a small window was the only source of light.

"You wanna leave us here?" He couldn't believe that he was really that insane.

"An abandoned house, a basement, not a soul around to save you. Seems quite ideal, doesn't it?"

"It's freezing down here." Emily said. She already felt goose bumps rise on her skin. She could not help but fear how this was going to end, but she tried not to let it show.

"Poor girl. Maybe your love keeps you warm. We'll see how long it lasts."

"That's insane!"

"Consider it as my farewell present. You love each other so much…you get to die together. Like Romeo and Juliet. How tragic." A smug grin appeared on the man's face. He stared at the gun, almost dreamily and tapped against the trigger.

"You don't want to do this." Derek attempted once again to persuade the dark-haired man.

"I do want this. I want justice. I had to suffer, now you're going to suffer. For what did to me, you deserve nothing less than death."

"Then kill me! But to pull the trigger you're too much of a coward." Derek took a step forward until he felt the barrel of the gun touch his stomach. He was aware of Emily's tightening grip on his arm.

"No, I'm too smart to pull the trigger, dear. I don't want to be the suspect in a case of homicide, you understand?"

"What do you think this is? Even if we die down here they'll find out what happened!" Emily felt panic set in. She didn't want to die in this rat-hole.

"Your team? Your team will be too busy mourning your death. A tragic accident. The poor couple who unintentionally locked themselves in the cold basement. Meanwhile I'll be in sunny Australia."

Their kidnapper walked backwards towards the door, his eyes never leaving them until his hand found the doorknob. "Good luck."
First a loud creak then the smashing of the door.

Locked in.

As soon as they heard a car drive away they jumped into action. Derek threw himself against the door again and again. He felt that something was blocking the door from outside.

"Derek! Derek stop!" She put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him back. "You're just gonna hurt yourself."

"We have to do something." His gaze fell on the window with steel bars on front of them. Not a chance that they were going to get out this way.

"How long do you think we'll survive this cold?" The brunette's voice was already slightly shaking and she rubbed over her bare arms. Her dress, even if it made her look even more stunning than normal, did her no good in the cold.

"Here take this." Derek took of his suit jacket and laid it around her shoulder. Throughout his childhood, he had gotten to know the chilly winters of Chicago. He had seen homeless people lying dead on benches in the park, their cold eyes staring at him. Not a pretty sight.
Down here it was just as bad, if not worse. The only difference was that when he was younger he was wrapped up warm in a thick jacket. Now Emily was only wearing a dress with the dark jacket he just gave her and he himself had only his shirt and his dress pants.
He preferred not giving an answer.

"You don't have to go easy on me. I can handle it."

"Let's just see if we can find something to get us out of here."

Emily sighed. She knew that right now she wouldn't get an answer. She guessed, she'd find out herself anyway.

So what do you think? Should I continue? (I will only continue if I people are reading it and if they like it!)
Constructive criticism is always welcome!