A|N Sorry for all the typos in the last chapter, my keyboard is broke & I was in a rush so I didn't have a chance to proof read it. Sorry! Anyway, thankyou for the feedback ect. I hope I'm updating this enough, anyway here's Chapter 4~

She hated being pushed around in that wheelchair, but the nurses insisted on it until she got her walking stick. At least it was better that that stupid gurney, it made her feel so victimized. She wasn't a victim, she was FBI. How could she let that happen? She thought. It was hard for a woman in the FBI, especially one that's petite with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked about as threataning as, well, she didn't look threatening at all. The others did though. It was okay for Garcia, she wasn't out on the feild, people thought her style was quirky. And Reid, he didn't look that scary either, but then again he had is geniousness. Emily, well Emily had proven herself. So had JJ, actually. Her team was starting to accept her as capeable. All that effort put into proving herself would be wasted when they saw her at work tomorrow.

No, today, actually. By the time she had been examined, poked, prodded and X-rayed it was already 03:13. She accepted the fact she'd have to wait another day for some rest unless they were jetting off tomorrow. She felt safe sleeping on the jet with her team, safer than in her own house. It would be hard, lying to her team. Not just because they were profilers, she was an exellent liar, even if that wasn't something she felt proud of. It was because the were her friends. Hell, they felt like family.

The nurse wheeled her into a consultation room after she'd been treated. She began to list the extent of her injuries, but JJ wasn't listening, she was thinking of the dissapointment she would see in Hotch's eyes tomorrow when he saw her state. She did hear some of it, though.
"Buckle fractures on the 7th and 10th ribs... Concussion... Head wound... Stitches... Minor cuts and Bruises... Lucky to have no internal bleeding". This brought her out of her trance-like state. "Lucky?" she thought. She was attacked, almost raped. Maybe she was lucky though, lucky it was almost. She looked at the nurse, she had bags under her eyes, JJ wondered how long she'd been working.

"Thankyou, may I go now?" She said, waiting more for her prescription than a answer. They had wanted to keep her in for another 24 hours for obsevation but she had protested stubbornly. the nurse didn't put up much of a fight this time.
"Okay, here's your prescription and walking stick. It'll help releasing some of the pressure put on your core..." She started to ramble on for another ten minutes about the precautions she should take. JJ ignored them all, no way would she be hobbling into work tomorrow with a walking stick.

Finally when she was allowed to go, she grabbed her walking stick and lifted herself from the chair. It was agony, she tried to cover any pain that may have been showing in her face. If that was her high on hospital drugs, how would the pain be without them? She grabbed the walking stick in her right hand, and the prescription in the other. She walked out of the consultation room and into the waiting room, determined not to show any weakness. Still, she did put most of her weight on the stick. "Just for a little while, come time for work I won't be needing it at all" she thought to herself. When she entered the waiting room she saw Gregor sitting in a chair, looking extremely worn out and flustered.

He seemed to sense her staring at him and looked up from the tattered reading material he was forced to content himself with.
"God, are you okay? You've been away for ages." he asked, a note of concern weaved through his caring voice.
"Yes, I'm fine. Can't wait to get home though, do you have my purse? It has my car keys in it?" JJ asked, putting on a display of calm and acting like the previous night didn't even happen. She wasn't allowed to drive because of her concussion but she didn't seem to take much of what was said into consideration. Allowed. It made her more determined to prove that she was okay.
"I don't think so, driving with a concussion Miss. Jareau. Tut tut. I do have your bag though. And, being such a heroic gentleman, i would be honoured to drive you home" he teased. He had a sense of humour, she would have loved to stay in contact with him if he didn't know about how weak she had been. Or maybe it wouldn't be so bad, having him to call when she felt scared. She didn't have many friends outside the BAU, and she couldn't turn to them, as much as she loved them.
"Whatever" she said with a smile, acepting her defeat.

"So, what do you do?" Gregor asked her, "for a living, I mean". they'd been sitting in the car in silence while he drove her home. This question kind of freaked her out, only because it might freak him out. FBI agent, saved by a civillian, unable to protect herself she thought.
"I'm actually um, uh, with the FBI. Special Agent Jenifer Jareau, profiler. What about yourself?" She asked, nervous about his response.
"Huh, really? Exiting. Sorry to dissapoint, but I'm just a landscaper" he joked.
"Really. Not that you would think..." she couldn't finish, she didn't get the chance to before he cut her off.
"It's not your fault Jenny. Can I call you that? It could've happened to anubody, FBI or no FBI. Special Agent Jenny Jareau or Super Duper Special Agent Gregor Scott." He added the last part on as a joke. It was the first time they'd actually spoke about what happened and it suprised both of them how awkward it wasn't. She didn't really want to talk about it to anyone else though. She'd refused the nurses when they offered to call the police. It would be just too embarassing.
"You would make a good agent, except your volcabulary. Super Duper wouldn't get you anywhere fast in the BAU" she laughed, though it hurt like hell. It was sore just talking too, her split lip stinging too.

They bantered around for the remainder of the journey and JJ found herself somewhat dissapointed when they reached her house. She liked his company, he made her feel safe. "Come on JJ, sinse when were you the girl that needed a man? Remember, the best thing a woman can do is learn to live without a man" She thought to herself, reciting her favourite quote in her mind.
"Here's your purse. And here's my number. Call me, day or night. Don't hesitate, everyone needs a shoulder to cry on. And if you don't mind my huge muscles then..."
"Whatever, my dear hero" she added with a smile, carefully slinging her purse over her shoulder. She surprised herself when it didn't hurt as much as she expected. She grabbed her walking stick and the peice of card with Gregors address and number. Exiting the car was agony, but it wasn't like JJ to let that show. She composed herself well, hiding every ounce of pain. It felt like tons of pain.

Yepp, I know. A bit boring I think, let me know... Anyway, the next chapter introduces the team and more of the plot. I didn't mean for it to seem like there was any romance or anything between JJ and Gregor, just in case :)