Chapter 3

A/N: I am a horrible person. And I apologize. But here's the next chapter. It's going to be heavily medical-based. So you're going to see why there's been a very huge delay in updating… I had to do a bunch of research to get the terms and procedures just right. I mean, they still may not even be correct. I tried okay. And then I had to figure out how the hell I was supposed to write this. So this chapter is pretty much just word vomit with a little research. (Just kidding a ton of research)

A/N2: Hopefully by now you guys have seen the latest episodes of season 9 because if you haven't then this chapter contains minor spoilers. Also, you may or may not lose your stomach contents if surgery isn't your thing. Yeah I think that's a fair warning ahahaha. You have been warned!

A/N3: On a final note, I hope you guys understand why I've taken forever to figure things out, because I'm planning to do something huge with this story. Like this entire story is basically going to be my JJ-season-9-arc-speculation-fic-but-still-kind-of- unrealistic-theory haha. You'll understand when I get to the later chapters; I just haven't made it that far yet. But I promise you this story will blow your mind. Like, I'm even mindblown by what I have planned for this story.

A/N4: Also, I wrote this half loopy on cold medicines so please don't hate me if I've missed anything. All the good stuff's going to happen in the near future. Ok I am done with the author's notes, I am genuinely surprised if any of you actually wasted your time reading my dumb excuses instead of getting straight into the story haha. Well, carry on before you guys die of boredom. Thanks for putting up with me :)


Chapter 3 – Dancing with death

She found herself in the bureau, alone, surrounded by nothing but empty desks. Everything felt so empty, so cold. It was odd – there was nobody working. In fact, there was nobody in sight.

"Derek? Aaron?" she called out. There was no answer. "Penelope? Alex? David? Spence? Where are you guys? Hello?"

No answer.

This was freaking her out. It was like a ghost town. It's like the rapture happened and she was the only one left behind. It was beginning to feel like a nightmare.

"What happened?" she asked herself. She couldn't remember what even happened. All she knew was that she wanted to find someone that could give her answers.

She made her way to the conference room, hoping she would find everyone there

The door was closed; odd. It wasn't usually closed unless there was a case meeting going on – a meeting she's usually involved in.

Nonetheless, she opened the door. However, it was strange… She thought she would find behind that door was swivel chairs, the conference table and television screens that would display horrors that the team dealt with almost every day.

But not this time.

Behind the door lay something she couldn't exactly explain.

It was a light, and she dared to go through it.


"What do we have here?" the first doctor, Dr. Cassandra Edwards, asked the medics, while checking into JJ's eyes.

"Agent Jennifer Jareau, 34 years old, multiple injuries," the first medic answered.

The doctor interjected.

"I know who she is Rodriguez, I meant what happened to her?" The doctor shook her head, asking again.

"She coded twice in the past seven minutes. We were able to stabilize her, but if she codes again, we'll lose her for good. She's got a collapsed lung and respiratory complications. Also has head trauma and penetration wound at the back of her head, could be a possible brain injury. We'll need neuro and ortho in here, this one's a nasty one."

"Cardiac tamponade?" Dr. Edwards asked.

"No, that's the other agent. She needs the blood drained from her lung." The medic stated.

"Okay, page Dr. John Lewis from neuro and Dr. Ivan Harris from ortho. I don't care if they're in surgery right now. Tell them that we have a high priority situation, and that I'm going to need them when I'm done with her – how are we with that chest tube?"

"Right here," the nurse said, as she handed the tube to Dr. Edwards. This wasn't looking good at all. This agent was high priority. The consequences were costly if this agent were to die on her table – from what she's been told. Obviously she couldn't believe it herself, but apparently this agent was very important, coming from the state department back in DC. Why else would she be assigned to work on this agent? She was the best cardio-pulmonary surgeon Arizona had to offer. She even received a had a high priority call only minutes before JJ came in from an Agent Cruz to leave in the middle of another surgery to attend to this agent. So of course she wasn't going to ignore these mysterious orders.

Dr. Edwards speculated that Agent Jareau might know something of great value to the American Government.

Nonetheless, she shook off the multitude of thoughts running through her head, and did what she knew she did best – save lives. And right now, she needed to focus on saving this one.

"Scalpel please," she ordered, as the nurse handed her a scalpel and made a small incision on JJ's right side, under her right breast. She had to make the incision deep enough to reach the right lung. She put the scalpel to the side and grabbed the tube off the table, inserting it in Jennifer's body. It took a few moments for the tube to reach the lung. And when it finally did, there was blood draining out from the tube and onto the floor.

"Crap, she's bleeding out, we need to go in now, nurse take over here."

Her heart rate was increasing, and the blood was pouring out faster than it's supposed to. Edwards needed to find the source of the bleeding. She began the incision to JJ's chest, hoping she would be able to stop the bleeding before this agent bled out.

There were three people working on JJ – one nurse was busy hooking JJ up to a ventilator, an anesthesiologist prepping more anesthesia, making sure she wouldn't wake up in the middle of the surgery, and the medics – one inserting tubes of the units of blood into her arm, and the other still carefully keeping the shard of glass still at the back of her head.

The amount of injuries this woman sustained is overwhelming.

Dr. Edwards couldn't even believe that a woman this small survived this much trauma. She's got respiratory complications, spinal and head complications. Edwards would've sworn that by the end half the hospital's best surgeons would be in here.

In minutes, Dr. Edwards was fully inside the chest cavity, and instantly found the source of the bleeding.

"Damn it, right rib bone 3 nicked the superior vena cava," she said under her breath.

She was going to need a suture kit to sew the vein back together.

"Dr. Hayden, suture kit please," she asked the young intern. He was a nice fellow.

He grabbed the suture kit and made his way back to the doctor, opening up the kit, revealing its contents. The doctor took the forceps and the suture material and made her way to sewing the vein back together.

JJ's vitals were good. Strong, even. She was stable. Blood pressure was at a moderate rate. Hasn't gone into fibrillation yet. It was surprising, considering the amount of trauma she's already gone through with the doctor repairing the damaged vein.

This is good. The doctor thought to herself. She's a strong one.

Thirty minutes passed when Edwards finished the suturing the vein and cauterizing the tissues around it, to make sure that nothing else would interfere with the fresh sutures in her major vein. She also spent a bit of time cleaning around the area, so Dr. Harris wouldn't have a hard time setting the bones in her ribcage. As soon as she finished up, Harris and Lewis arrived to take over. She may have stopped the bleeding from the inside, but this woman still had a bunch of injuries that needed to be taken care of. She backed off, as she let Dr. Lewis take a look at her head injury, and Dr. Harris to take a look at her ribcage. She was going to need an awful lot of work to be done.

Edwards frowned as she took another look at an unconscious Jennifer Jareau.

She's gorgeous.

Saddened, she sent silent thoughts to the poor agent on the table.

Just hang on, Agent Jareau. Just keep hanging on.


Derek was being wheeled into the OR right next to JJ.

"Cardiac tamponade, needs a periocardiocentesis. Agent is stable, and semi-conscious, but we need to get rid of these fluids now. No time for anesthesia, just give him pain meds, this is going to be a quick procedure." The doctor calmly stated.

The nurses grabbed the needles and necessary equipment to relieve Morgan of his condition. It was a simple, yet complex procedure. All they needed to do was insert a large needle, to remove the blood from the pericardial sac. The needle is inserted in the heart in such a way that it doesn't damage any arteries, or the heart itself – that's the complex part. But once it safely drains the heart from filling up with excess blood, the pressure in the heart is relieved, and the heart can start pumping blood normally.

Dr. Wilson finished the procedure, and gave the nurses the go-ahead to take him back to the patient room. All went well – and the doctor was pleased that he would have good news to share with Agent Morgan's team. Morgan was a tough guy – he wasn't even sedated for this one, and not a sound came from him. Surprised everyone in the OR.

The nurses were already off, putting Morgan into a hospital gown, and giving him pain meds. It wouldn't be long until he would wake up, and they knew it.

Honestly, the nurses were just taking their time because Morgan was gorgeous – they were basically drooling over him. They fought over who would get to be his nurse. Unbeknownst to them, he was happily taken by someone else. The doctor just laughed, as they went off down the hall. He was to tell Morgan's team that the procedure was a success, and that he should be waking up anytime soon.

As for the other agent… He was unsure. He saw of the horrendous injuries she was suffering from. He sighed and sent his thoughts for the lady agent that came in before him, before approaching their team to bring the news.