This takes place during season three when Rossi joins and this is what I think would be quite cool…

There was something about JJ that the team wondered about her. How she could stay calm and controlled and never let a case bother her, she was cold but at the same time warm. Only they didn't know that Jennifer Jareau never existed 19 years ago…

JJ POV

JJ was back at her childhood home, one she tried not to think about, but came only at this time of year in her dreams, the place she couldn't control what she thought or dreamt. JJ felt dread at the pit of her stomach as she realised what her dream was about. that's when she saw the little girl, walking down the street, humming, lunchbox in hand. The little girl had blonde hair and blue eyes. Just like her. JJ heard the noise she could never forget. The piercing scream of the little girls best friend, Samantha-or Sammy as the little girl called her- being raped in the alleyway next to her. JJ followed the little girl that ran into the alleyway to the source of the scream. "Sammy!" the little girl cried. "get off of her now!" she yelled, kicking, punching and clawing at the man that was hurting her friend. JJ knew there wass nothing she could do to stop it. She had tried so many times before to stop it but she soon learned that all she could do was stand and watch with tears running down her face. She had to watch as the man on Samantha killed her and repeatedly raped the little girl, carving her body with a knife, marking her as his own, then let her go only to rape her everyday as she walked by the alley, until he went to her house, being caught by the little girls father who had come home from DC for a surprise visit, finding someone on top of his daughter. He fought the man off her and questioned him, finding out it had been going on for over six months. He went away with the local cops, only to escape their clutches a few days later, again reappearing in the home of the little girl, leaving a note, saying he would be back. Then her family sending her to a new family with a different name, giving her a different name, to protect her from the rapist/stalker. She lost all contact with her faimly that day, and JJ had to watch as the little girl put up her walls, shielding herself from emotions, unable to comprehend anything. Granted she done well at school and got along with her'siblings' but JJ saw through it all. JJ knew. Then she watched as the little girl let her new family in, start playing soccer, seeing her sister die, watching her put up the walls again. The poor kid couldn't get a break and all JJ could do it watch. Eventually the girl got past it, always remembering the promise she had made to her siblung, to get out the small town, keep playing soccer and enjoy her life. That's exactly what the girl done until she got the message that her real mother had passed away. Cancer. She broke down all over again. She put the walls back up and swore she would find the SOB that tore her away from her family…

That's when I woke up. I glanced at the bedside clock. 4:30. No use in trying to get back to sleep now I thought. I hated this time of year, I always got that dream. It haunted me, literally. I never found out if the little girl got to meet her family again, or what happened to her, wel I knew what happened, it just never happened in the dream, it was always the bad parts of the girls life I seen. It made me tired all the time whenever I got the dream, restless sleeping. It made ma cranky, and easily pissed off with the team and the few years they knew me they noticed. Morgan would stay clear of me, something about my period making me crazy at this time of year he said, that's why he chose to stay away. Reid, well he never learns and I always feel bad for snapping but come on stop with the damn facts kid! Prentiss, well, this would be her first time seeing me like this, I guessed that Morgan had warned her. She's still being the same. It helps to know she doesn't treat me differently even though the whole bureau knows about my severe mood change. To be fair its not that hard not to know about it. Garcia, she bakes me cookies. Hotch it just plain old Hotch but he tells me to go take a walk whenever I step over the line. I snorted to myself. God I was such a cow at this time of year.

I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower deciding to get into work early and get some much needed paper work done, maybe I could be a little nicer to people this time I thought to myself as I rinsed the suds out of my hair. Turning off the water, I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body and stepping out the shower into my bedroom. I raked through my closet, god I really needed to do some laundry. Twoo weeks of constant cases, I'd had no time to tidy my apartment, much less do any laundry. I found a white polka dot shirt and a pair of black pants in the drawers, close one, I might have had to go to work in sweats. Strauss' face would be a picture at that! I got changed and pulled my hair into a pony-tail, I didn't have any motivation to do my hair this morning, I slipped iinto my black heels and grabbed my purse, badge, gun and coffee, locked the door and got into my SUV. Today was going to be a long day.

When I arrived at the office I walked by security, not getting my usual "morning Agent Jareau" from the security. Word really did get around. As I stepped off the elevator I walked through the glass doors making my way to the coffee, I needed my next fix ten minutes after my first. I grabbed my mug, clearly marked "JJ" and poured the addicting substance into it. I turned around, seeing no body in yet, not even Hotch. Sweet, whole place to myself, maybe I could mess with Morgan… I walked over to his desk which was so neat it was unbelievable, his OCD when it came to his desk was quite funny, he noticed the slightest little thing if it was out of place. I scattered his pens, tipped over his stack of files and just basically moved everything. I spotted some sticky notes and grabbed a pen " payback Morgan, remember 2 weeks ago… xx" he decided it would be funny to hide my coffee mug, pathetic yes, but no one ever messes with my coffee mug.

I got back to my office and before I knew it I had gotten through almost all of my paperwork and it was only 9 am. Excellent. I heard a knock at my door "It's open" I said. " I brought you your next fix gumdrop" I heard Garcia say, as I looked up from my file, she was holding out a giant cup of coffee and a tray of cookies. She was so sweet. " awe thanks Garcia" I said happily. "you okay, you are in a strangely good mood and its- you know…" she trailed off. I felt my eyes prick with tears and a lump iin my throat. There goes my semi- good day. "I'm fine Garcia" I choked out, the memories were starting to make me angry, I guessed she could see it in my eyes as she slowly backed out and shut the door, giving me privacy. I let a few tears fall before composing myself, so I could brief the team on our next case. I grabbed my files and coffee and walked toward the bull pen. " war room in five!" I shouted to the team making my way to the conference room, getting everything set up. Five minutes later everyone filtered through the door, very wary though. Garcia. " where's Hotch" I asked. " He's here" I heard him say from the door way. " everyone I'm sure you all know David Rossi…" I dropped my coffee." JJ are you alright?" Hotch asked. " no, I'm going to be sick!" I gasped running by David Rossi. The father of the little girl in my dreams.

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(a/n) incase you hadn't guessed the dream is from Jjs' childhood… please review!