Chapter 2
All conversation's which are in bold are not spoken
"So we are sure about this, there is no other way without her?" I couldn't help but ask. I wasn't worried about what I may find, I was more worried that these people in this room would ruin everything, it wasn't just written across their faces and Morgan already had distaste for anyone that wasn't fully human which made me wonder if he could except the person I was going and seeing.
Morgan rolled his eyes slightly at me "Do you really think we would be going through with this if we weren't I mean come on who wants to work with something more powerful than we can understand have you read her file at all."
"Of course I have but if she is already damaged what good can it do, could we not be causing unnecessary harm to her? I mean no one knows what she has been through because she has never spoken to anyone"
Hotch sighed softly.
"Reid I know we normally tell you not to but can you give us a rundown of everything you know about her powers before we send someone in to the lion's den," Rossi said kindly.
"From what I have read and have found out through Garcia and her lovely skills, she is telepathic which is, well the ability really falls into two categories, Telepathic Communication, which is the ability to transmit information from one mind to another, and Telepathic Perception, which is the ability to receive information from another mind. And it is lead to believe she has both"
"Oh great that's all we need" Morgan muttered to which I could only glare at him.
"Also Similar to telekinesis, telepathy is an umbrella term for any ability that involves projecting, reading and manipulating thoughts. Which people who have tried to communicate with her believe she has as well, she seems to have a lot of mind control powers she is able to move things without touching, you might want to protect your mind and become slightly vacant. Shouldn't be too hard for you right?" Reid asked as he gave, a soft smile
"Be very grateful that Hotch made me lock my gun away" I replied in a pointed tone.
"Oh always so much fun, that though is all I have found out now maybe if you play nice as you always do, you can get more out of her, but remember she can control your mind, don't believe everything you are thinking or feeling. As we are lead to believe she is like a scared child so tread careful and whatever you do don't talk loud as she will have very sensitive hearing"
"Do we even know her real name or is that something else we need to just figure out, or should I say I have to figure out and can someone remind me why I am doing this?"
Morgan chuckled "Because you're female and you are the most kindest person we know and the only one we can trust with this, but it may take you a while just tread carefully, we will be right outside the door"
"Oh that's helpful, I will be in a room on my own with the doors locked which you aren't even able to see into and you are telling me I will be okay because you will be right outside the locked door" I said as I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Can you two just stop, you can't go in there if you are emotionally pissed off and Morgan stop winding her up" Hotch said firmly.
It would take us over an hour to get to the asylum and I couldn't help getting lost in my thoughts, I worried she would be able to sense and feel the things I had done and what I had been made to do. I guess made is a loose term. I was forced into it.
I hadn't any choice, it was either I did it or I would end up dead and even back then after everything that I had gone through. I wouldn't allow them to take my life so they could use my body as an experiment, I would have no control of what they did, at least if I stayed alive I could have slight control over what happened to me.
Locked up like a rat in a cage so they could figure out what made me so different from them. And to this day I hate what I was forced to do, the only solace was the fact I was able to help with what came out of their experiments.
I guess this is where you start asking your questions in to how and why they wanted to experiment on me.
I am not like the others, I never have been. I had come to learn that at a very young age, I was different and I always would be. The only saving grace was that I was able to hide it, able to control that part of myself.
Though granted when I went on undercover they found out that I was different, I tried to say I was a fast healer but they looked at me calling my bluff so to speak. They 'trained' me for hours before I went undercover, beating me to make me tougher, to see just how much pain I could take, but the bruises faded within hours, the cuts on my skin had healed the next day.
I knew deep down once I had finished this assignment I would be thrown to the wolves and have so many tests run on my body.
A stray tear slips down my cheek as the memories flood into my mind. I need to lock it all away before we arrive at this so called hospital.
We entered the 'hospital' and we are greeted by the nurse in charge "You understand Agents she hasn't had contact with anyone in two years if not more"
I couldn't help but sigh, did she really think we would come out here on a whim, without research?
"Yes we understand, is there anything we need to know to keep her calm?" Rossi asked as we followed her down the long corridor.
"I need you to remove your belt watches and jewelry you have on including your hair tie" she smiled at me slightly. "Oh okay" I couldn't help how I replied "They are her wishes when she came to us."
"Okay" I swallowed slightly as the metal door slid open. "Good luck" Morgan whisper as I made my way in.
"Hello?" I called out softly.
I take in the dimly lit room which seemed to consist of a bed, a table which has some drawings laid on top and a room to the side which I could only think was a bathroom or I hoped it was.
I've never had a high opinion of asylums. They were for people whom the world could not understand or the very worse criminally insane people that you could ever meet.
Even the most disturbed minds wished they were in a hospital, here you had little freedom and what freedom you did have was confined within your 'cell.'
I wish I could say room, but aside from what seems to be a bathroom to the side, the room where you would sleep only seemed around 6x6 which is the size of a normal prison cell.
The soft shuffling drew my attention to the far side of the room; the dim light only seemed to cast a dull shadow over the room. However, I could not work out where she was "I won't hurt you," I whispered as I heard her move slightly.
I could hear the soft tears coming from her as I carefully moved towards her. She looked like a scared child innocent and wild, I stopped just in front of her as I kneeled down reaching out my hand. She flinched away as my hand came near.
I heard the words whispering in my mind, the voice was soft and kind "make them stop they are so loud"
I closed my eyes keeping my voice low and soft "Make who stop?" I asked
"They are angry they think too much they hurt me" Again she never spoke just the words whispering in my mind
"I can't make them stop" I said softly, as the voice whispered in my mind
"You think I'll hurt you"
I shook my head slightly before I spoke "No, I did, but now I see a scared woman in front of me and I would like to help you" she shook her head.
I had been preparing for this for the last month learning how to block my mind to keep her away from my thoughts to keep this woman out of my fears, feelings and thoughts.
"How do you?" She asked.
"Do what" I smiled kindly at her. Her body screamed of fear of pain and heartache, her eyes they were more haunted than the pictures I had seen.
"You don't hurt me" she finally spoke.
I could not help but smile "I don't want to hurt you" she tried to move away from me to close herself off more.
No one came near her, no one took the time to speak to her, they just thought she was her because she was insane but she was not. She was here to protect herself from the world outside and from the thoughts that swirled in her mind.
The thoughts she couldn't switch off, the voices of everyone's pain and anger cut into her like a steel blade ripping through glass causing it to shatter into a million pieces.
Her eyes told of unspoken horrors and tails, the worry that was enhanced by soft blue eyes, her hair was blonde which seemed glimmer in the dim light.
I looked at her, she looks as though she had not eaten for months. I studied her for a long time.
"Can you come out of the corner I promise I won't hurt you" I asked softly. I wished they hadn't picked me for this, yes I would admit I was good at reading people extremely good with children and those who suffered mental impairments which had come to light when I met Jane at the police station and at the train station before Frank had pulled her in front of the train condemning her to her death.
She looked so small and scared as I moved back slightly.
"What do you want?" She asked, watching my movements.
"I just want to talk to you if that's okay" I said kindly. I had already been in the room for half an hour and so far, I had only managed to get her a few feet out of the corner of the room. If my mind was not already strong and my compartments were not so tightly wound in I knew that this small childlike person could break through them. And that was something I did not need.
I was guarded at the best of times, I joked and laughed with the team but I would keep my emotions so tight to my chest they all waited for me to explode. However, I was kind and caring, my loving nature and protectiveness of people had helped me to be held to the highest respect that a person could be.
I was told long ago I would make a good mother and that they could see me with kids because of the warmth and the safety a child felt when I was near.
Rossi always saw the pain in my eyes knowing that I had in fact been pregnant and had an abortion at a young age. I could not settle with anyone, but right now I wanted to protect this young girl in front of me. In addition, protect her from the world outside.
I closed my eyes for a moment, my head was swimming as though someone was sat inside my mind. I wanted to be sick.
I have now been in this room now for two hours and I feel like I have been working out in the gym for six hours with Morgan and then hit with a 2x4.
Is she doing this to me? Is she messing in my mind trying to break the walls down and get into my soul.
She is so young but if I do not go out that door soon Morgan is going to come charging in here and destroy everything I have been trying to build with this girl. I do not think I can class her as a woman she is so childlike, but I cannot help but sit and stare into her eyes. I feel like I could drown in them as though they are pulling me into her soul and I am allowing it.
She is watching so intently that the fabric of my very soul begins to scream. I did not even know the tears were falling until she spoke.
"I am sorry" she looked at me so sadly and my heart just went out to her.
"It's okay, can you believe that I am not going to hurt you?" I ask her, she is still hiding but now she is under the table watching me, she gives me a slight nod and my heart warms slightly as I smile.
I know though if I do not get out of the room right now I am going to be overrun with emotions that could break down the walls that I have built inside.
"Can I come and see you tomorrow?" I ask I need to get out of here but I also need to find out her name so Garcia can check more information. The name that is on her file I doubt is the truth. She nods at me "Can I ask your name?" I ask hoping I have gained enough trust for her to answer me and not fear me as she does the rest of the world.
She nods at me as I smile softly "Jennifer Jareau" it comes out as a whisper and I cannot help but smile her voice is raw with emotions and as though she has not spoken in her life.
I smile as I make my way slowly to the door, this is going to take longer than I thought but I just can't stay in that room too long my head is already killing, my emotions are getting the better of me and my god I don't even think I want her to have to help us.
She is just too young she maybe older but she is a child and a scared one at that. The door opens as the team step back waiting for me to leave. Morgan gives me a look but I refuse to speak until that door is close until I know she won't hear us or be hurt by us. I have this strong desire to protect her and I am not 100% sure why.
"So how did it go and why do you look as though" Morgan started
"I am coming back tomorrow and Morgan just drop it, I am tired and could really do with a coffee," I say harshly
"Are you going to tell us anything or not?" Rossi asked me.
"I will once we are out of this building okay, just please get us out of here"
Hotch looked at me, the last time he had seen me this emotional was when my friend had been killed "Emily" he said softly my head snapped around as I glared at him.
"That in there isn't a woman, she is more like a terrified four year old child and you expect me to what, drag her out into a world she can't even cope with, to do what damage her mind even more than it already is?" I snapped at him.
Morgan stepped between us both "Princess, just go for a walk and calm down." I know he is trying to help.
I glared at him. "I am calm, I am too calm for my own damn liking, but right now I want to know who the hell has done that to her. Who has made her so fearful what the hell happened to her Hotch!"
He sighed, "We don't know, did you get a real name for her or is she really called JJ?"
I laughed, "I think that is a shortened name for her, look I want Garcia to run background on her something isn't sitting right we me, no one should look that haunted. Hell even Gideon didn't look that haunted"
Rossi sighed "Are you going to tell us her name or shall we stand out here listening to you"
I growled slightly "Her name is Jennifer Jareau so now can we please just get back and allow me to go and speak to Garcia" I sighed opening the door to the SUV.
