She was having difficulty collecting her thoughts. It was Monday. No, it was Sunday. The last two days seemed like a blur. J.J. sat in the emergency room holding her left wrist. It was only a sprain. She was the lucky one.
A police officer approached J.J. She recognized him. She didn't know his name but remembered seeing him at the police station. She had spent the last day and a half there doing research into the Unsub. She didn't have anything media related yet, so she tried to make herself useful by looking into old case files. She was hoping she could help the team dig up potential suspects. That was a day and a half ago.
"Miss Jareau" the officer quietly addressed her. "I know you probably don't want to talk right now but I need to ask you some questions about the accident."