Emily's POV
Morgan busts the basement door down and I gasp at what I see. JJ is lying on the floor facing us, her eyes closed, her face bruised and scratched. "Don't you dare go near her!" I hear her kidnapper yell. He is standing in the far right corner of the room with two guns in his hand; one pointed towards me and the other pointed at Morgan.
Morgan and I both have our guns pointed towards him, ready to shoot if he tries anything stupid. Morgan is saying something to him, but I can't even hear it. I can't think straight, either. The only thing I can understand is that JJ has her eyes closed and I can't tell if she's breathing, and I'm just praying that she's still alive.
Morgan stops talking. The kidnapper drops both his guns and Morgan lowers his. Morgan walks closer to him and I run over to JJ to feel for her pulse, scared to death she won't have one. She does, but it's weak. The next thing I know, the bastard who kidnapped and hurt her is in handcuffs, I'm standing in the front yard and she is on a stretcher, being lifted into an ambulance. I can't move. I can't breathe. It takes every bit of strength I have not to break down crying.
"She'll get through this. She'll be okay. JJ is a fighter." I hear Morgan's voice behind me, and he puts his hand on my shoulder. I'm trying to convince myself that what he's saying is true. JJ will be ok, she has to be ok.
I am sitting in the hospital waiting room, along with Reid, Garcia, Morgan and Hotch. Garcia is crying and Morgan is comforting her. Reid is staring into space, looking worried, deep in thought. Hotch is standing off at the side of the room, showing no emotion at all, but I can still tell that he's just as scared for JJ as the rest of us.
And me, I'm sitting up straight, staring at a wall, holding back tears. I'm worried sick.
Finally, the doctor comes to see us. He tells us that JJ has a head concussion, two broken ribs and a broken arm but it could have been much worse and she will be okay. He also tells us that she's still sleeping. I ask if I can go see her anyway. He says yes, so I jump up from my seat and start walking down the hall to her room. I walk in quietly, not wanting to wake her up. I take a seat next to her bed and look at her. She looks so small and fragile, her face slightly pale, a purple bruise on her left cheekbone.
All I want is to see her beautiful eyes open. I can't wait for her to wake up.
Okay, I was going to make JJ's injuries worse so all the worry from everyone would be more necissary, but I just couldn't. I love her way too much. I'm not sure how I like this story so far, but reviews would be awesome!