Sequel to "Thirst" A missing agent, a deadly disease, and a limited amount of time for the team to bring her back alive.
A/N: This is the sequel to my last story, "Thirst." You should be fine if you haven't read that one- although the medical terminology might be confusing. I am going to go ahead and say this right now, I am not going to make this easy on JJ, it will be violent, but I will not go into deep details.
-For the sake of this story, JJ lives in an apartment :) There is no Will and no Henry.
Samantha Dillon whistled as she walked through the doors of her apartment complex and towards the familiar elevator. It had been a decent day at school, but a fantastic one at her gymnastics practice. The level nine gymnast had finally nailed the bar routine she had been perfecting for what seemed like months. Beeville, or the "Fighting Bees," didn't have a snowballs chance in hell of beating "The Flyers" of Lindy High tomorrow.
Samantha was the captain of the team, and she held the title in great esteem- tomorrow she would help her team defend their title of state champs!
She just had to get passed the nerves that were starting to eat at her. The pressure and the stress were something she was use to, she had been competing since she was six years old. She thrived on it, lived for the adrenaline, and as her coach told her, it was what made her a fantastic athlete. Yet, the night before the competition, she would always become so nervous, enough that her stomach hurt.
She had to talk to someone. It couldn't be her teammates, they trusted her too much, it couldn't be her coach; she didn't want to freak him out. But she had someone, and as Samantha tapped her foot impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach the fifth, excited to talk to her mentor, she couldn't help but hope the woman was home.
Jennifer Jareau was away from her apartment, a lot! And at first Samantha had teased her that she had been spending the night out with her boyfriend, JJ had just smiled and laughed. It was just a few weeks later, when a then ten year old Samantha had seen JJ coming up the stairs with a bruise over her eye and a gun on her hip that Samantha began to think that JJ might be getting hurt.
In tears, she had run into her apartment, into her mother's arms and cried and cried; worried that her JJ was getting beat up. Her mother had smiled and stroked her red hair. "Sam, Ms. JJ isn't getting beat up. She works a dangerous job and she keeps us all safe. She puts the bad guys away. Sam, reached up and quickly wiped the tears from cheek, listening to her mom continue to tell her how JJ worked for the FBI, and how she had to travel a lot.
It was a three days later that Same accidentally ran across the hall and knocked on JJ's door- she wanted to invite JJ to come to her first state competition. And to Sam's surprise and elation, JJ said yes. And since that day, her neighbor had come to every gymnastics competition that she could make.
Sam considered JJ her good luck charm, and so with that thought in mind she raced down the hall ready to demand JJ attend the meet tomorrow. Sam just hoped she was home.
JJ knew the pressures of competition, understand how frustrating it could be, JJ understood Sam. And understood how important that scholarship was for her.
The redhead composed herself and stood in front of JJ's door, ready to knock when she noticed something. JJ's door was cracked open. That was not like her, definitely not JJ. Sam knocked and called out for her friend, listening carefully for any sounds, when she heard nothing, Sam ventured in.
Sam knew JJ had Type 1 diabetes, and was worried that something may have happened, that maybe her blood sugar had dropped too low and that she needed help. Sam had witnessed a low blood sugar event before and it scared her; her mother had come over and helped JJ by sitting with her and watching her drink orange juice.
"Ms. JJ?" Sam called, looking around the apartment. While it wasn't usually clean, it wasn't dirty either, but today it was different. The lights were all off except the one in the kitchen and the one coming from the bedroom. "JJ!" Sam called again, taking in the scene in front of her. In the kitchen, she saw the refrigerator door was wide open, on the counter was JJ's insulin pump but it was what she saw on the blood that sent her screaming for her mother.
"MOM!" She ran out the door, shouting for her mother. "Mom!" She called again, her mother meeting her in the hallway, terrified that something had happened to her daughter.
"Sam, what's wrong?" The older woman questioned, looking over her daughter for any injures. "What is it honey?"
"JJ! She's gone! There's blood and.." She couldn't even get the words out of her mouth, as her mother ushered the both of them back into the safety of their own apartment.
Sam watched as her mother pulled out her cell phone and with shaking hands called someone Sam could only presume was 911 and explained the nature of the emergency. She listened as her mother's voice cracked when she hung up, then dialed yet another number
"Agent Hotchner? This is Vicki Dillion, I am JJ's neighbor. Something has happened."
Aaron Hotchner didn't waste a minute in getting to JJ's apartment after Vicki had called him, frantic. He didn't know what she meant by something had happened, but instead instructed her to call 911 and that he would be there as soon as possible.
A million thoughts raced through his mind as she drove to JJ's. Had her blood sugar dropped too low, had she had a seizure? Had she fallen? He didn't know and Vicki had just said that he needed to get there immediately. He had met the nurse a year ago at a coffee shop and by pure coincidence he had found out she was JJ's neighbor. He had accidentally dropped his badge and she had picked it up handing it to him commenting on her neighbor was also an FBI agent.
It was toward the end of their conversation, that Hotch had given Vicki his business card, asking her to call him if she ever needed anything, or if anything ever happened to JJ. He had not seen Vicki since and honestly, didn't think she had kept his card- apparently he was wrong.
When he turned the corner to JJ's street, his heart dropped. He didn't see any ambulances or firetrucks, all he saw were multiple police cars, and crime scene tape being put up. Grabbing his ID, he rushed out of the car and flashed his badge multiple times before he arrived at JOE's apartment.
Outside her door stood a uniformed officer who stepped in front of Hotch to prevent him from entering.
"What happened?" Hotch growled, showing him his badge.
The cop stepped aside and then looked up at Hotch. "It looks like a violent kidnapping, sir. Forced entry." He pointed to the door, "blood on the kitchen floor." He rattled and allowed Hotch entry.
Hotch walked inside and went directly to the kitchen. The blood was apparent on the floor, CSI taking their evidence. It was what he saw on the counter that scared Hotch more than the blood. JJ's insulin pump, her life support was there; JJ was not. JJ had no insulin, and without insulin JJ didn't have long to live.
They had to find her.