"Are you ready to do this again?"

Silence.

"Come now, you don't really think that you have anything to protect. Clearly you don't matter to them. Why should they matter to you?"

Nothing.

"Fine. You are only bringing this on yourself. I just hope you know. Everything that happens from now on is all your fault. She's all yours."

Shots ring out. The brunette laying on the floor doesn't even flinch. She is bound by hands and feet, curled on her side. Her eyes follow the men as they lift their guns in front of them and face the door. After a signal from the other man, the one on the right reaches to open the door when there is a flash of light and the door flies off the hinges, knocking the two men unconscious. The woman's covered in even more dirt and dust than before, but nothing can hide the bruises that cover every inch of her naked body.

Men in camouflage carrying automatic rifles pour into the room, many of the men walking past her and through the door on the other side of the room. Following them are two men, each wearing a bulletproof vest with three letters blazing on the front.

FBI.

"Clear!" comes the voice of one of the men in uniform and the taller man lowers his weapon as his eyes fall onto the woman on the floor. Her eyes are so swollen that he isn't sure they are even open but as he leans down, he hears her draw a shaky breath.

"Johnson, call for a med team. This one here is alive."

"She one of them?" is the response of the man named Johnson.

"Look at her. Do you really think they would do this to one of their own" the first man says angrily. He looks back at the woman. "Hold on, we are going to help you. Just hang on there."

His hazel eyes are the last thing she sees before everything goes black.

"Female. Aged around 30. Multiple severe lacerations to torso and extremities. Broken ribs and a possible punctured lung. She's been unconscious for over an hour."

The woman, now on the gurney begins to gain consciousness. All she can see is a bright light and the shapes of multiple heads hovering over her. She has the sensation of moving very fast and can only make out snippets of what is being said around her.

"…found during the raid…"

"…no identification …"

"…Agent Puckerman…"

Puckerman. She thinks that she must be hallucinating. But before she can put much more thought into the name, she feels a pinch in her left arm and blacks out again.

A/N: This story will be canon up to the Season 3 premiere. This is very different from what I normally do or think of so please, please, please REVIEW. This is just a teaser. The next chapter will be up by the end of the day.