A/N: Happy Thanksgiving all! Thank you for your reviews! And yes, diabetes can be this serious, believe it or not! In this story, JJ has Type 1 diabetes.
Again, thank you for the reviews! I LOVE them! I don't own Criminal Minds...
Morgan watched as Reid continued to force air into his friend's lungs, making sure JJ kept breathing.
"Reid, let me take over." Morgan offered, seeing his coworker switch the bag in hands. His hands had to be sore by now, he had been squeezing the bag about sixteen times a minute for the past forty five minutes. They were getting close to landing, to the airport, to help; their pilot had announced that they would be on the ground in under twenty minutes. JJ had to hold on that much longer.
"I've got it." Reid whispered, not taking his eyes off his friend. He methodically squeezed the bag, almost habitual by now; once every 3.75 seconds. He had calculated the math in his head and had figured out how often to squeeze and in the last forty five minutes, he had essentially breathed for JJ seven hundred and twenty times. His hands hurt, his hands were tired, he was exhausted physically and emotionally.
"Reid, just for a few minutes." Morgan reached over and gently took the bag out of Reid's hands and quickly took over the squeezing.
"We broke her ribs.." Reid whispered, seeing the already bruising skin on JJ's chest. Her shirt had been ripped during the frantic CPR.
"We didn't have a choice, Reid." There had been no choice, JJ needed CPR and the only effective way to make sure JJ had a chance was to do CPR the correct way. They had to use force to keep her heart beating even if that meant breaking her ribs. "She is still breathing right now because of that, I think when she wakes up her ribs will be the last thing on her mind."
Reid was about to speak, argue when he saw Hotch walk back towards them from the cockpit. His tie was gone, as was his jacket, his shirt had come untucked and he was sweating- he was just as upset and nervous as they were.
"We will be landing in ten minutes, Dr. Christopher is waiting to meet us with an air ambulance, JJ will be taken straight from the jet to the chopper. We will meet them at the hospital. There is no room for us to fly, Dr. Christopher needs the space." He glanced down at JJ. "How.."
"She hasn't volunteered a breath on her own since the seizure." Reid began. "She hasn't seized again, as long as we keep ventilating her, she might be okay." He offered a bit of hope. "She's holding her own."
"Of course she is, she's Jayje." Morgan smiled as he continued squeezing the bag. "She kicks ass and takes names."
"When we land, we need to back off and let the medics take over." Hotch warned as he felt the plane continue it's decent. "Dr. Christopher is bringing a trauma nurse as well. The EMTs, and medical staff will meet us."
They could only nod, there were no more words to be said. For five minutes, they remained silent, simply watching over and guarding JJ. It was as they touched down that Moran grabbed JJ's hand and held onto it, squeezing it gently. She had to know they were there, wanting to help her, take care of her. He wondered if she was scared, if she knew what was going on, if she knew they were there.
"JJ." Morgan started as the plane began taxing to the waiting medical team. "JJ, you held on this long, you just need to a bit longer. We've got you help, they are coming on board in a few seconds. I don't think they know who they are dealing with JJ, that you won't go down without a fight. You have proven you ar going to fight- so show them." He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
It was a minute later that the medical team rushed aboard, equipment ready. The three male agents watched helplessly as JJ was surrounded by strangers, one of them sticking a tube down her throat, while others stuck needles into her arms, getting the IV that Reid had been unable to.
It was the screaming of the heart monitor that ripped through the ears of the agents and then a male voice shouting for them to move JJ now.
Hotch, Reid and Morgan watched as JJ was rushed from the plane, out the door and towards a waiting helicopter. They could hear Dr. Christopher shouting orders and commands, spouting out medical terms none of them knew.
And as JJ was loaded inside, all three men bowed their heads, hoping against all odds that their friend, agent, colleague would pull through.
She had to. And just as they were about to head back on the plane to gather their belongings, Hotch looked up one more time to see one of the EMT's trying to get his attention.
He quickly ran off the jet to the chopper "What?"
"I just wanted to tell you, she is stable." The EMT smiled. "You guys did a good job, you saved her life. We will see you at the hospital."
And with that, Hotch smiled and let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding.