Hotch was looking over more case files, Gideon and Reid were playing chess, as per usual and Emily was listening to music as she drifted off to sleep. Morgan however was watching JJ, who sat alone near the cockpit of the BAU's private jet. Everything seemed normal about the team, they were just coming back home like usual. But no one could really concentrate on what they were doing. Everyone was worried about JJ; Derek was simply the only one to make it obvious.

Hotch peeked his head over the top of the yellow file he was now reviewing and watched his blonde colleague. He was worried about her; she was never this quiet. Even Reid, who had just been kidnapped and tortured, was at least playing chess, even if he didn't look very into it and was losing horribly. Hotch knew he was going to have to give her a psyche eval., and that scared him because he always thought JJ was the most stable out of them all, clearly she wasn't. Though if he had been attacked by three dogs and forced to shoot them, not long after seeing a woman's body completely torn to shreds, he doubted he would be stable either.

Gideon was smart; he had asked Reid to switch seats with him, not because he liked that angel better for playing chess like he told the genius, but because it gave him the best view of JJ. He thought for sure Reid would have figured it out, but then again the boy didn't have the best street smarts and after all, he had just been tortured. Gideon didn't know JJ very well but he knew enough to know that those dogs had done more damage to her than anyone expected. He chuckled at Reid's futile attempt to hide what he was doing. Every time he made a move he would turn to the side to scratch his head, clearly trying to watch JJ while still being secretive about it.

Reid heard Jason's chuckle and realized his clever plan had been discovered, so he decided to give up and switch seats to see JJ better, his neck was starting to hurt anyways from constantly turning around. Although he was kind of angry at JJ for splitting up with him, even though it was his idea, and angry at her for being so traumatized by the dogs when he was kidnapped and tortured, he couldn't help but worry for her. And when he saw those beautiful blue eyes watering in fright it made his heart melt. He guessed he still did have a crush on her, even after the Redskins fiasco. He remembered seeing her just that morning in the hospital and how scared she looked. And the way her voice shook when she said "Spence." He felt terrible. She couldn't even bare to be in the same room as him after that, the guilt must have been too much. Suddenly he felt terrible because he knew he was the cause of that guilt. It wasn't her fault he got kidnapped, he's the one that suggested they split up and when she protested he was the one that ran away. He should've stayed with her; he could have protected her from the dogs. Over whelmed with guilt, he lowered his head away from the blonde and opened a book, though he continued to sneak a peek at her every once in a while, just to make sure she was okay.

Emily felt like a bad friend. She had only been trying to check up on JJ in the bathroom to make sure she was okay, but she thought she might've only made the situation worse. If she had just waited a little longer and knocked a little quieter, JJ wouldn't have been so alarmed. The look in her friend's eyes when she entered the bathroom was heartbreaking. And it worse because that wasn't the first she had seen it that day either. Emily was very concerned for JJ; she always seemed so calm and never scared. But now, now she was terrified. Emily had barely seen her move, let alone eat or sleep in the past 48 hours. In fact, she hadn't even seen her use the bathroom since she first walked in on her. She felt guilty; here she was almost falling asleep and there her friend was, too traumatized to even move. At least she had her music playing to keep her from completely passing out.

Morgan could not take his eyes off of her. He had never seen JJ this way and it was really scaring him. It was like she was in a coma; she wasn't looking at anyone or anything, she was just staring at the table, not blinking or moving in the slightest. He turned to his superior, pleading him to go talk to her. When Hotch mouthed the word "you," he decided there was nothing else to do but try. Slowly he got up and walked towards the young blonde, trying not to make any noise that could startle her, and received encouraging and hopeful looks from his team.

It felt like hours but finally he reached the other side of the plane and sat down across from JJ.

"JJ," he said, "are you okay?" No response. "JJ it's Morgan. Can you tell me how you feel?" Nothing. He looked at the rest of his team before trying again.

"JJ sweetheart, it's Derek, can you look at me? I promise nothing can hurt you now." She blinked. "JJ those dogs won't hurt you anymore, okay?" She flinched at the word dogs so slowly he reached his hand across the table and took hold of hers. Bad idea. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at him in terror. She tried to back away from him but her chair wouldn't let her. She drew in a deep breath and looked to be on the verge of tears.

"JJ, JJ it's Morgan and I promise you nothing is going to hurt you. I am here, we are all here to protect you." Derek said in a very strong voice that apparently soothed the blonde because her breathing slowed and her expression softened.

"Derek," she said weakly, looking at him as if she was meeting him for the first time.

"Right here JJ," he said soothingly. She took a deep breath and relaxed slightly, her grip on his hand loosening. "JJ it's okay now. Nothing is going to hurt you. We got the Unsub, he's dead JJ, remember? And you were there and you saw Reid and he's okay, remember?"

"Reid! Where is he? Why did we split up! Derek it's my fault, we shouldn't have split up! Is he okay!?" JJ said in a panic, her grip tightening again.

"JJ, JJ, calm down. It's okay. Reid is okay. You saw him in the graveyard and you hugged him. He is okay and he told you he doesn't blame you for what happened, okay?" Derek said firmly, but softly. JJ eased again, but her eyes welled slightly.

"Right, I'm sorry. I remember. Tobias was killed and Reid is okay, he was keeping him at the graveyard where he used to go to get high. But Reid is okay. We caught Tobias and he's dead and Reid isn't." JJ said, her old sense of control seemed to be returning.

"Exactly. JJ you don't have to be sorry for forgetting. You've been traumatized, you're allowed to forget. That's natural, our brain tries to burry bad memories away so we don't relieve them. But it's good that you remember. That means you won't have as much trouble remembering what happened and what didn't so you can get better soon and you won't be scared for as long." Dereky paused so she understood before he continued, "Reid is right on the other side of your chair, do you want to go see him?"

"No."

"You don't want to go see Reid, JJ?" She shook her head, "Why not? I'll come with you if you want."

"The dogs might be back there," she said quietly. In any other circumstance he probably would have laughed, dogs on a plane? But Derek could hear the fear in her voice; she really thought the dogs were going to get her.

"No JJ, the dogs are not back there. They are dead. They can't hurt you anymore. Remember you shot them?" Derek explained softly.

"There could be more," she said. Derek had to laugh, he felt bad and he was worried for her but seriously? Dogs. On a plane. That were trying to hurt her? He reached out and took his hand and grasped it tight.

"JJ, JJ look at me," Her blue eyes slowly turned away from the window and towards his, "We're in a plane JJ. Now come on, I know you're smart. And I know that you know there can't be dogs on a plane. Besides, we would hear them. And remember the Reid effect? He gets weird around dogs. There would be no way we could miss them." Derek smiled when a faint chuckle escaped her mouth. And then she smiled. The rest of the team could not hear what JJ was saying for she was being so quiet but they could her give a little laugh, a sign which they found quiet hopeful.

"Right. Thanks Morgan," she said and she sounded like her old self again. The fear was gone, she sounded happy and it was a genuine laugh. And her eyes were no longer glazed over. It looked like she had finally come out of her 'coma' but Derek knew she still had a long way to go.

But progress was progress, after all.