A/N: I am really excited to write this story :) And have already written a couple of chapters. So I really hope you like it as well ^^ And I hope you'll take the time to review (even just a word to know someone's reading it XD) it's really appreciated and heartwarming.

Summary:
The BAU works a case that will be a gamechanger for JJ in many ways (and not just for her). She's finally forced to face her trauma after ep.200, meets a charming detective and finds a welcome & unwelcome guest in her bedroom, and what's up with Hotch? When the case takes a turn for the worse will they be able to bring it to a good ending?
Mainly JJ/Hotch (but also the rest of team).

For the JJ and Hotch fans out there bear with me ;)

Prologue- The contemplation of a friend

Penelope Garcia, the wonderfully talented technical analyst at the BAU, was not having a good day. She stared at the pictures of dead women on her screen, and it was in times like these that she kept wondering how JJ had managed to do this all these years. She felt a lump in her throat while here happy mojo vanished into nothingness. She hated it when her happy mojo was gone.
She scrolled downwards. Hollow eyes of the dead bodies were staring back at her. All blonde women, with their throats cut. Women that had gone missing for a few days and ended up dead in deserted areas. Just perfectly normal women, with normal jobs and normal families that loved them. She felt for them, those poor families from whom their daughter, sister, mother, partner was taken and returned abused and murdered. Garcia knew how that felt from experience. She once again thought about her friend JJ, when she was abducted. The memory still brought shivers down her spine.
She had felt so powerless when those men got her, knowing that she was being tortured, possibly raped and then murdered. The overwhelming anxiety had left its traces in her heart. She just knew it had.
But JJ on the other hand seemed seemingly normal. She returned to work after only 2 weeks recovery, ready to take on all the different cases. She never spoke about what had happened to her and every time Garcia carefully brought up the subject of how she was doing, JJ would interrupt her with a "Penelope I'm fine". And maybe she was. The scary part was that Garcia honestly couldn't tell anymore. Her friend use to be a lot more sensitive, but now it was like nothing could really get to her anymore.
Was it because of all those years watching pictures of dead man and women like the ones in front of her now? That thought terrified Garcia. She loved her job, but she never wanted this job to change her in that way. She didn't want to become out of touch with her feelings, numb. She wanted to feel and live, even if it meant getting hurt. But some of the hurt that her team, her family, had went through, was almost too much to bear for a human being.
That's how Penelope Garcia sat there, alone in the dark room that was only lit by her screens, contemplating the lives of others and of her own.