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Thank you so much for reading guys. I'm really excited about this.

"What? What on earth are you talking about?" JJ asked softly, though her voice echoed in the stubbornly silent room. The cracking in her voice wasn't missed by anyone. Her eyes scanned everything. No windows. And the only doorway was blocked by two of the workers. It gave her a strange, unsettling feeling. It felt like she was in a prison, she felt trapped. The white walls did nothing to soothe her worries, but instead, magnified them. Colour would have made a huge difference, or even some paintings on the walls...

"Jennifer," Sandy began, reaching to take her daughter's hands.

"No. Is this some joke? I don't understand. What's going on?" JJ demanded, not easily distracted. Why was she here? Why was she surrounded by doctors? And why were they all looking at her in pity? Then she felt the panic. Had something happened to Will? To Henry? To anyone on her team?

The sudden change in JJ's voice caused Sandy to flinch. Her daughter was nearly yelling at her and she didn't know what to do. "No, no honey, it's not a joke. But you're going to get better." It took all her effort to sound convincing, not only for her daughter, but for herself too. She had to remain positive...

"Get better? What do you mean get better?" JJ pulled herself back as far away from her mother as possible. She was sure not to look at her, in worry of seeing the hurt on her face.

"Sweetie, you're very sick. These doctors just want to help you."

"No! I'm not crazy. I'm not sick. I want to speak to Hotch, or Reid or Garcia, or Emily... Or... Or. I want to speak to someone on my team, please." JJ flew up from the chair and was immediately pushed back down by one of the workers. "Don't touch me! I want to speak to them. They'll fix this. I'm not crazy."

Dr. Genoe leaned back and sighed. After her sessions, it made sense for Jennifer to ask for her 'boss', or Reid as from what she'd learned, he was a very smart man. Garcia was a close friend, and Emily, though not on the team, was one of her friends as well. There was no surprise in her requests which made it all the more difficult. Jennifer wasn't going to accept this easily.

"Or David Rossi?" Dr. Genoe offered, watching the blonde's expression change from fear to hope and then relief.

"Yes! Is he here? Is that why you asked? This is all some misunderstanding. Maybe I was drugged, or... I don't know. I want this to be fixed so I can go back home to Will and my son."

Sandy's fingers twitched, as the now familiar feeling of heartbreak made itself known. A husband? A son? Where had her daughter come up with this reality? With these falsehoods? She felt all of her nerves standing on edge, and she stood up to take some deep breaths. There was nothing else she could do.

"Is this him?" Dr Genoe asked, handing JJ a novel with an author's picture on it. It had taken her awhile to try and figure out where she'd heard about these people... Whether they were real people she'd used in her elaborate reality, or whether they were all random.

"Yes! But, I don't recognize this book," JJ said, her brows wrinkling in confusion.

"You know all his books?"

"I've read them all, but not this one." JJ broke off to close the book and look at the back. "A fictional mystery novel? No, he writes... That's not what he... No, he doesn't write fictional young adult mysteries."

Ignoring her patient's obvious bewilderment at this, Dr. Genoe reached to grab something else. A newspaper article... "Is this your Penelope Garcia?"

Again, the recognition on JJ's face was enough to cause sobs in her mother, but once again, when JJ had looked over what was in front of her... "This isn't right." She quickly read it over again, as if hoping the article was now magically different.

Dr. Genoe was finally able to begin putting some things together. The article she'd shown her was about a computer hacker that had been caught and arrested by the FBI a year ago. This pattern continued as she showed the young woman an article about a Dr. Spencer Reid, well renown for his work and research on schizophrenia. And again when she showed JJ a lawyer website, with a picture of a lawyer by the name of Aaron Hotchner. Each time, the blonde grew more and more distressed, from the Chicago police officer, Derek Morgan to the old news report of a dead Emily Prentiss, a suspected Interpol agent. Though, the latter had never been confirmed.

Finally, Alex Blake, an FBI agent who lost her job in a case shortly after 9/11.

"This can't be right," JJ said, her entire voice trembling. "This. This isn't right." She held the article tightly clenched in her hand. As she glanced down at the now crumpled paper, her stomach turned. Her chin trembled in frustration, the water building up her eyes. She blinked them back. No, there was an explanation. Someone was playing a joke on her. Granted, it wasn't a funny joke, but still a joke...

Sighing, Dr. Genoe methodically set everything back on her desk. Even she, a trained psychiatrist, didn't know what to say. It'd taken her hours, using the information Jennifer had given her to find these people. But after she'd recognized the description of Dr. Spencer Reid and had realized he was real, she'd had to search. Luckily, she'd been right.

"Honey, look at me," Sandy said, coming back in the room. Having been so distracted, JJ hadn't noticed her mother had even left. "There's someone who would like to see you."

JJ shook her head. There was no one she wanted to see, unless it was someone on her team... Coming to tell her how wrong this all was. There... There was nothing she could say. In fact, she couldn't even get her voice to work.

"JJ?"

The voice shook her out of her mind, out of her distress. It'd been years, but that voice... Her head snapped up to see the woman enter. She'd aged. She was different. But everything was very much the same. From the blonde hair that echoed her own, to the sharp blue eyes...

"Ashley?" JJ choked out. "No. No. You're dead. You're... No. This. This isn't right."

"I think that's enough for today," the older looking doctor in the white coat said, his name tag identifying him as Dr. Gordon. "JJ, it's time to go back to your room." He frowned, he'd said it was a bad idea for Ashley to see JJ, but had gone along with the family's desperate request. And, unfortunately, he'd been proven right.

"No. You can't keep me here. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy," JJ objected, jumping up to back from his grasp. Doubts began to surface in her mind, not about her team, no, she knew they existed. But Ashley... She was seeing things. She had to see Reid, she had to talk to him. Maybe he could help. He'd have some explanation she was sure.

"Don't touch me!" JJ screamed when the hand latched on her arm.

Her heart began to race, pounding in her chest, echoing much like the beating of drums in her ears. Her profiler instincts were noticing things, and she wasn't liking what she was seeing. The slight nod the doctor gave one of the workers gave her a sick feeling. She'd play along, she'd settle down. The worker's hand reaching for the syringe made her still immediately. "I'm sorry," she whispered, valiantly trying to control her breathing. "It's been a long day."

"I know," Dr. Gordon told her, his tone both sympathetic and calm. "But we just want to help you, Jennifer." He smiled at her, his kind, brown eyes watching her closely.

"That's all we want to do," Dr. Genoe agreed.

She nodded compliantly, but the instant the worker released her arm, she struck, right in the face. And out of the corner of her eye she saw him reach up to his nose where the blood was already spilling. Her breaths came out in little gasps, and she struggled to keep it under control.

The second worker made a move to grab her and she swung at him too, but her leg caught on the chair and she fell. Despite this, she wasn't slowed, though she did scratch her right arm when she reached for the desk, and the tickle that followed let her know she was bleeding. She'd worry about that after she got out of here.

She'd already kicked the other worker away before getting back on her feet. Then she felt it. It wasn't overly painful, just a small pinch. And even with her efforts to remove it, she knew it was too late. Already she felt the grogginess settling in. She looked over to see her sister holding her mother. Both of them looked at her with horror on their faces. There was hardly time to think, but the fear managed to grip her before everything went black.

*~ Fragile Illusions ~*

With a gasp, JJ opened her eyes. She reacted instantly, tumbling out of her bed. There was no doubt about it, she had to get away.

"JJ?" asked a familiar voice. "Are you alright?"

Soon enough, her eyes adjusted to the dark. Her bed. Her dresser. Her room. And that familiar accent. "Will?" Relief. It'd been a dream. That was all. It was just an awful dream. All the terror she'd felt, the worry about never seeing Henry or Will again... Her team... And then the shocking pain when she recalled her sister's presence... The familiar sound of her voice. The tears came, and she didn't make a move to get up.

"That must have been some dream." He leaned over to see where she'd fallen. "And that must have been some fall."

JJ looked at him in bemusement before following his eyes to a bleeding cut on her right arm.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading, and I hope this chapter hasn't been a disappointment.

There's still a lot to develop plot wise, but I'm very excited to continue!

I apologize if you don't like the JJ and Will pairing, but I'm trying to keep this as close to canon as possible.