A/N: In case you have not picked up on it, I am obessessed with 200. There are some, kinda spoilers in here. I took the image description from two of the photos released, as well as some info from the promo. So if you are really avoiding any spoilers, do not read this fic. At least not yet. Enjoy!
You are there when Emily pulls her out of that disgusting hell hole she had been held in for days; you are there when the medics surround her and gently guide her to the waiting ambulance. You are there when Morgan and Reid come out of Cramer Industries shaking their heads, and you know what it means.
You have gotten lucky, kind of. While you were able to find and locate JJ, Cruz is still missing. And judging by the way your agent looks, he probably isn't in the best of shape. You just hope he is still alive.
"Agent Hotcher" The paramedics voice briefly startles you. "Are you riding with us?"
You need to find out if she knows where Cruz is, so you give a slight nod and climb inside the rig, trying not to startle JJ. You take a seat next to her and briefly think about grabbing her hand. When you do, and she jumps away, your mind goes to the darkest places. And while you try and shake it away, tell yourself "it" didn't happen, you have very little doubt that "it" did.
She won't look at you, she hasn't made eye contact with you or anyone else. Your worry is increasing- something is very wrong.
"JJ." You try, and it is almost as if she doesn't even hear you. You look down to see her entire body shaking, not convulsing, but she is shaking as if she is cold. "Oh JJ," You stand up and remove your thick, FBI issued jacket, covering the young woman with it.
As you watch her, it clicks with you, and you turn to the paramedic. "I need her sent to a hospital that can do a forensic exam." You tell them, not leaving any room for discussion. You know what happened to your agent without even asking her.
And the bastard that did it better hope that someone else finds him before you do.
The paramedic briefly looks down at the agent and nods his head slowly, realizing what you have just told him. He disappears for a second before coming back and rejoining the two of you.
"Agent Jareau, I need to start an IV." He tries as he grabs a tornquist and reaches for her arm. You see it before he does, but it is too late to stop it. He quickly ties the restraining material around JJ- and the next thing he knows, your agent has broken his nose.
"JJ." You reach over to her and help her sit up, seeing her turn even paler, she vomits all over herself and the floor. You pay no mind to the swearing paramedic until he calls your agent, a woman who fought for this man's very freedom a "stupid bitch."
You advise him to shut his mouth and that to expect his supervisors to be getting a call from the FBI within the next hour. He does not say another word as the ambulance pulls to the side of the road. The driver and the paramedic switch places and you glare at them. Why did they not think of this before? The second paramedic is a female, calm, caring, patient.
The rest of the forty five minute ambulance ride is spent in almost complete silence. JJ has not said a word and you watch as her eyes remain fixated on something else You take a deep breath and figure you have to ask, right now might be the best time.
"JJ." You almost smile when you notice her head turn towards you. "Do you know where Cruz is?"
You don't get an answer, instead what you get is every sign that JJ is pulling further away from you, and you begin to wonder; had you really made it in time to save her?