A/N – This chapter is the reason why this fic is rated M. There will be descriptions of sexual assault. I would really appreciate it if I could get some feedback on this one. This is the first time that I have written anything like this and I am worried that I have been too descriptive. Let me know what you think. If people think I have gone too far then I will re-do this chapter.

Chapter 2

JJ felt a sudden sharp pain in her neck as the agitated man, whom she quickly recognised as Justin Thompson, pushed the knife into her neck whilst shouting at the police officers to put their guns down. He continued to push the knife further into her neck and she could feel blood beginning to drip slowly down her neck. The officers, obviously recognising that he was serious, reluctantly lowered their guns. The local sheriff who had been working closely with JJ over the past few days holstered his gun, stepped forward and held his hands in the air.

"Sir" he said, feigning ignorance of the man's identity, "I need you to let Agent Jareau go and tell me how I can help you."

Thompson pulled JJ closer to him and answered, "I'm not letting her go. She's going to take me to her team so they can tell me how they knew all of that stuff about me."

"If you let Agent Jareau go" the sheriff answered calmly, "you can come into the station with me and I can get the BAU to come here to talk to you."

"No!" Thompson shouted, once again putting pressure on the knife against JJ's neck, this time opening up a new wound. JJ felt herself beginning to panic and willed herself to calm down; she would be of no use to anyone if she lost it now.

Thompson began to move off of the platform, dragging JJ with him and keeping the police and their guns in sight at all times. He dragged her to one of the news vans which was waiting on the road and screamed at the female tech who was working in the back to get into the front and drive.

"And if you aren't in the front seat and this van isn't moving in the next 30 seconds I will slit this agent's throat – do you understand me?" he yelled.

The tech locked eyes with JJ for a few seconds. She was clearly terrified and JJ attempted to nod encouragingly, to let her know that she was OK – although she was actually far from it. The tech disappeared to the front of the van and Thompson threw JJ into the van before sliding the door shut and quickly kneeling over her. Using his free hand to grab her by the throat, he put his knife down by her feet and did the same with her gun once he had disarmed her. She struggled against him, kicking and hitting him with all of her strength, but as she did so he gradually increased the pressure on her throat, slowly cutting off her air supply. As soon as she realised what he was doing, she stopped struggling.

"Good girl" he said chillingly. "It took the others alot longer to learn that lesson."

He kept his eyes on her as he yelled directions at the tech who was driving the van.

"We're going back to my place" he said calmly to JJ once he had finished. "After all, that's where I last saw your team. I'm going to find out where they got all of their information from."

As he was talking he was gently stroking her face with his free hand. She shuddered, but didn't fight him. The profile the team had shared with her had left her with no doubt that he would kill her if she angered him.

In complete silence, he continued to stroke her face before moving his hand lower to her collar bone. As he slipped his hand under the collar of her blouse and stroked her skin, she couldn't stop some tears escaping down her cheeks. He smiled when she saw the tears and continued in his ministrations. He moved his hand lower still and began to unbutton her blouse. At this, all logic escaped her and she began to struggle again. Immediately he tightly squeezed her throat, cutting off all of her oxygen supply. She stopped struggling, but he continued to squeeze.

"I thought you'd learnt that lesson" he whispered in her ear before he finally released the pressure just as her vision had started to blur. She struggled to take in air, even once he had let go. She winced in pain as the air stung her damaged throat.

Without emotion he went back to where he had left off, slipping the second, third and fourth buttons of her blouse out of their holes. He pulled the material apart before beginning to stoke the skin just above and below her bra. She shuddered again and more tears escaped as she realised that they were at least 10 minutes away from his house, leaving plenty of time for him to do what he wanted with her.

As he put his hand over her bra and stroked her through the material he once again whispered in her ear, this time saying "I'm going to enjoy this." He then moved his hand down to the top of her pants and popped open the top button before moving his hand inside. He spent a few moments playing with the lace at the top of her panties. JJ was sobbing now, although determined not to beg him to stop. She knew what was going to happen and knew that he would only gain for satisfaction from her begging; it certainly wouldn't stop him. She tried to prepare herself for what was he was about to do, but the panic was beginning to take over and she was losing all ability to think logically.

It was at this point that he moved his hand inside of her panties and, without warning, roughly thrust three fingers inside her. Her body reacted to the shock and pain and she kicked out at him without being able to think of the consequences, catching him hard in the groin. He reacted furiously, painfully withdrawing his fingers and once again squeezing her neck. He tightened his grasp and the world started to blur as he bent down to whisper in her ear.

"You are really going to wish you didn't do that" he said before biting sharply down on her ear. She tried to scream, but he was still strangling her. The edges of her vision were black now and she realised that she wasn't going to get out of this alive. She had heard people say that your life flashed before your eyes when you were dying, but it wasn't like that at all. All she could see; all she could think of, was a future where Henry had to grow up without his Mother.

As her mind began to shut down he abruptly let go and she immediately concentrated on pulling in painful, but vital, lungfuls of air. She was so focused on this that she wasn't ready for what was coming next. Thompson quickly started to hit out at her head and face, punching her 6 or 7 times. Her vision began to blur even more worryingly and she failed to notice him standing up. She did, however, feel the immense pain in her side as he kicked out at her. He kicked her twice in the side before she curled protectively in on herself. This didn't stop him however, as he continued to kick her angrily, this time catching her 4 or 5 times on the back.

She was disorientated now and in extreme amounts of pain, but she did notice that the van had stopped and she figured, somewhere in her confused mind, that they must have reached their destination. He stopped kicking her and she heard him ordering the driver to stay where she was. JJ rolled onto her back, feeling that her ordeal was finally over. Opening her eyes as much as she could through the swelling that had already appeared, she didn't have time to react as she saw his right foot coming down towards her body. He stamped hard on her chest and she heard the sickening sound of bones breaking before a welcoming darkness began to overtake her. Before she could finally succumb to the darkness though, he had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the van where her team were waiting, guns drawn.