A/N: I apologize, in my NyQuil induced haze I thought I had mentioned what SA stands for. It is sexual assault. I am not sure how long this story will be, but thanks for reading. I wanted to add this, I am not an author by trade, this is really the only thing I write. I do make mistakes in my writing, I am human :) But, I am looking for a beta! I write quick and need someone who would be willing to offer a very fast turn around time! Thanks!

You sit in the waiting room, your head in your hands, thinking. The ambulance had arrived over an hour ago, and you still had no update on your agent. You know the doctors had gotten to her pretty quickly, they had met the gurney at the ambulance bay doors. So what was taking so long?

Will and Henry had arrived not long after; in the early morning hours, Henry was still clad in his superhero themed pajamas, as Will had carried him inside the hospital.

"Thank you, Hotch." Will had spoken as soon as he had walked in. You nod, unable to respond. It is clear that both of your minds are somewhere else, on someone else.

"Did she?" Will begins and you look up to see the man fighting back tears. His wife, his beautiful wife had just been rescued after a horrific abduction, one that had sent everyone into a tail spin.

Will and Henry had been there when JJ had, on her own steam, walked out of that hell hole. When the paramedic had said only one person could ride with them, Will had looked to you. He had Henry in his arms, and while Will wanted to be with JJ, he still had his son. You had promised to ride with her as you ordered the police officer to drive Will and Henry immediately to the hospital.

"She hasn't said much." You inform him. You don't want to tell him what you think may have happened, but Will is law enforcement himself, you know he is aware of the possibility.

You sit in silence for a while, your mind going a thousand different directions. You have so many questions and the one person who can answer them is not in any condition to do so.

What happened in that building? That- well that you are confident you can figure out, you and the team. The other burning question you have is where is Cruz? Morgan had called and told you they had found no trace of him.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you cannot help but think that Cruz may not be the victim.

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Its another hour later before a young woman in a lab coat walks directly towards you and Will. The others have arrived as well, Morgan, Reid, Emily, Blake, Rossi and Garcia are all inside the small room with you, all awaiting news on their friend.

"I just need to speak with her husband." The doctor says calmly, seeing all of you stand up at her presence.

"Whatever you need to tell me, you can say it in front of them." Will clarifies as Garcia takes a sleeping Henry from his arms. You are thankful for Will at that moment, that he is allowing you all the same amount of privilege a family member would receive. You are family after all.

The doctor nods and sits down. "She isn't talking to us, she won't allow any of my staff near her." The doctor tells everyone. "She needs to be examined, we know she is injured, but anytime we get close to her.." She shakes her head and you are livid.

"She's been here for almost two hours! Why are you just know coming to us?" You cannot believe this, what they have done. Of course she is terrified, of course she is scared.

"We want to sedate her.."

Will jumps forward. "Like hell you will. My wife has just gone through God knows what, has probably been drugged and restrained and you want to do it all over again?" You watch as you see a side of Will you have never seen before.

"She isn't competent enough right now.." The doctor tries. "We need to do do a forensic exam." When she says it, the entire room seems to deflate, everyone looks down and away. While it has not yet been confirmed, it is obvious that the doctor suspects it

Will shakes his head. "And I am her decision maker. I am telling you not to restrain her, or sedate her." His face has turned red and you see his hands ball into fists.

"Can we talk to her?" You try, hoping that maybe a familiar face might help JJ a bit. In no way are you going to force her or order her to undergo the exam, and while you need the evidence, you'd much rather have JJ able to make her own decision.

The doctor nodds. "I'll take you back there."

"Emily." You don't need to tell her what to do, in an instant, you, Will and Emily are following the doctor to a large room.

You take a deep breath before you walk in, mentally preparing yourself for what you are about to see. It is worse than what you saw in the ambulance. JJ is scared, terrified, it does not even look as though she has registered that any of you have walked into the room.

"JJ?" You hear Will say softly and watch as he slowly begins to approach her. It's a rare moment, one you really have only seen a handful of times. You see the protective instinct in Will as he comforts his traumatized wife. "JJ, it's over." He whispers to her as you and Emily stay in the corner.

She blinks her eyes and looks at him, almost surprised that he is there. She doesn't say a word, but allows her husband to gently place her head on his shoulders. She doesn't cry or make a sound, and to you, thats more terrifying than anything.

"JJ, you are safe. It is over." Will whispers again before looking up at you. "Hotch is here and Emily is here." He smoothes her hair away from her cheek, and when he pulls his hand away, you notice there is blood, and you want to get sick.

"JJ." Will begins again, and you notice something you have never noticed before. JJ relaxes at his voice, her entire body seems to relax. "The doctors and nurses need to look you over, okay?" She shakes her head, but does not offer a word. "They aren't going to hurt you, they just want to make sure you are okay." He kisses her on the head.

"I want to go home." She tells him, and you look away. JJ is in no shape to go home, not right now. "Take me home." She pleads and Will simply shakes his head.

"Not yet." He refuses. "Not yet." And she breaks down in his arms, crying. And you cannot help but turn your head away, it breaks your heart watching her cry; and you still have to have her relive the hell she just escaped. You have to find Cruz.