How Did We Not Know?
The atmosphere was calming, but something wasn't right. She took in a deep, painful breath. Her previous day she was fighting with an UNSUB. Their profile said not to approach him, but she did. He held a young woman at gun point, so JJ wasn't going to just stand and watch as the terrified woman fought her attacker.
The UNSUB noticed JJ's presence and flung the young woman to the ground. He suddenly charged at JJ, and she too was flung to the ground. It was too sudden and JJ didn't have the time to react. He started off by punching her in the stomach, then the face. In the end, he resided to kicking her in the ribs. She resisted the urge to kick him where it hurt most, as he stood over her. Instead she kicked his knee and he came tumbling to the ground. She pulled herself off the ground and pulled her gun off the floor. She shakily pointed it at the offender, as the rest of the team piled in. The man was apprehended, and here she is now.
The rest of her team was busy occupying themselves. Derek Morgan, a dark skinned, muscular man, was listening to his IPod. He was sitting opposite of Spencer Reid, the team's genius and book of statistics. He was reading one of his many books. The team leader, Aaron Hotchner or 'Hotch', was reading another case file, for when they arrived back to the Behavioural Analysis Unit (BAU) in Quantico, Virginia. The eldest of the group, David Rossi, was sitting opposite of Aaron, drinking a glass of scotch. He gave Emily Prentiss a glance, sending a message through his looks. Emily, a raven haired woman, understood his message. She was sitting across from JJ, who was staring out the window with a blanket covering her shoulders. Her beautiful blonde hair shone in the dimly lit jet. Her ocean blue eyes, full of hurt.
Emily stood up and sat down next to JJ, so she could give her some comfort. She placed a hand on her shoulder, and watched as JJ flinched slightly. "What's wrong, JJ?" Emily asked, slightly worried for her friends state.
"I'm fine Emily. I just miss Will and Henry." JJ replied tiredly.
"And…"
"I don't know. I'm just really, really tired." JJ answered whilst Emily shook her head in disapproval. She knew JJ wouldn't tell her what was wrong. She was too stubborn to admit she still felt the pain from yesterday.
She wouldn't blame her for not telling the truth. Emily hadn't exactly been truthful to her shrink, when she told her that she had started a romantic relationship with a man named Sergio. Hotch had to laugh. Emily was using her cat, Sergio, as an excuse for her moving on with her life, after the tragedy that shook everyone. Nevertheless, JJ was entitled to her privacy. She would tell her when she's ready.
JJ drew another deep breath, trying to clear her mind. She couldn't stop herself from quietly hissing in pain. Her ribs really hurt. All the movement of turbulence on the jet was making her slightly nauseated. She looked at her watch. Nine forty pm. Two more hours to go. She closed her eyes. She may as well try to get some sleep today. Emily and the team kept a close eye on her, even Reid, who was the furthest away from her. He watched her breathing patterns. They were slightly jaggered, but giving the fact that she was almost beaten to an unrecognisable state, he let it pass.
It hadn't even been twenty minutes when JJ was awoken by turbulence. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes, pushing herself out of her chair to walk up the aisle to the back of the jet, where drinks and beverages were kept. He hid in the cupboard next to the small bar fridge. It wasn't exactly the best place to hide, but the agents wouldn't have expected it. He could see the whole team from his angle. He watched quietly as JJ reached for a bottle of water from the fridge. Before she placed a hand on the bottle she was pulled back, as the jet took a sudden nose dive. The whole team was on alert. The smell of fuel burning masked the air. All the agents, who were sitting down, held on to the leather seating as tight as possible. JJ, however, was knocked unconscious as she fell and hit the corner of the door frame. Luckily there was no door, so therefore there weren't any chances of getting stuck in the small room. The only thing supporting her was that wall, with her body wedged up against it. The last thing she saw was white.