Hotch races to the doorway. "GET AN AMBULANCE! AND I NEED ZIP CUFFS! NOW!"
Morgan pats Emily on the shoulder as he checks JJ's pulse. "She's alive, Em. Her pulse is racing but she's alive." He pulls out his cuffs and rolls her on her stomach as he secures her hands behind her.
"What the hell, Morgan?" Emily demands.
"Emily, she's been dosed. You're in shock right now but think about it: she's the latest one dosed by this bastard."
Emily stares into his eyes. She sees the truth she didn't want to accept in them. She slowly nods. "Right."
Hotch runs with an officer. They cuff JJ's ankles and also her thighs, just below her knees and her elbows. Emily runs a hand through her brunette locks.
"Holy shit…she would have…she'd have raped me and she was going to shoot you all for stopping it." Her eyes turn to steel as she looks up at Hotch. "We need to find this fucker. Now."
He just nods in agreement. Rossi carefully pulls himself up. He looks at JJ's half-finished lunch.
"It had to be her food," he says to Hotch.
Reid, who had pulled himself up into a chair stares at the table. "No, the bottle." Hotch and Rossi look at him. Reid sighs. "A topical solution on the bottle, activated when the condensation added moisture. It would absorb into her hand straight into the bloodstream. It's why the coroner couldn't find evidence of the drugs in the digestive systems of the two that were already autopsied."
Hotch looks down at JJ. "We need her hands swabbed for evidence. Morgan, bag both of her hands to make sure no one touches them without gloves just in case any trace of the drug remains."
"Okay, I'll- -SHIT!"
No one had noticed JJ waking up. Once again she sinks her teeth into Morgan, this time his thigh as he kneels beside her. Emily grabs her around the neck again.
"JEN! STOP! STOP! PLEASE!"
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL! LET ME UP! FUCK YOU, BASTARDS!"
JJ is thrashing around. She cusses them all, she kicks at them. Emily winces, knowing she is the only one with the angle to stop her. She drops onto her wife, her arm again crushing the blonde agent's windpipe.
"Forgive me, Jennifer," she whispers.
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, EMILY! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
Emily continues to apply pressure. Morgan lies on JJ's legs, trying to hold her steady so his partner can maintain the tight grip needed to stop their drugged friend. JJ finally stills. Morgan quickly checks her pulse before nodding to Emily.
"She's out again."
Emily releases JJ and rolls off her, lying on the ground and gasping for breath. Hotch sees the EMT's and explains to them what the M.E. had found in the other victims. One EMT shakes his head and looks at his partner.
"What the hell do we do to combat that kind of dug cocktail?"
The woman shakes her head. "Damned if I know. I'm not making the decision."
She gets on her radio and asks to be connected to a doctor at Alexandria Hospital. Even the doctor is slightly concerned about starting anything to stabilize JJ. Emily rolls her eyes.
"For God's sakes, you have to give her something. If she wakes up she'll fucking start to fight again. And, no offense, but you won't be able to stop her."
The woman speaks into the phone. "Did you hear that, Doc?" She listens a second then nods. "Alright, we'll do it. See you in 15." She hangs up and looks at the team. "We'll treat her as if it's just the PCP. It's the one inducing the violence. Please understand that anything we do could prove fatal depending on how her heart and nervous system react."
Emily shivers. The entire team looks at her. Emily strokes a hand through JJ's hair. She clears her throat. "I'm her wife. Do it."
She scoots out of the way to give the EMT's room to start an IV and load JJ onto a stretcher. She watches as if from outside her body. Part of the disassociation is from the exhaustion of fighting the drugged woman; the other part is knowing she's basically told the medical personnel that if they kill JJ it's okay as long as they try something.
Once JJ is loaded up and the EMT's are rolling her out, Hotch looks at Emily. "Go with her."
Emily slowly shakes her head. "No. Morgan, can you?"
He nods. "You sure, Em?"
Emily nods and turns to Hotch. "The answer to what happened to her, to how to heal her will be found in the drugs used and in the way they were dispensed. Reid and I should take Jen's food and bottle to the M.E. The lab can get the swabs on the bottle and test the food to be safe. Reid and I can start to profile the drugs to help find the person doing this."
Hotch studies the woman a moment before nodding. "Go. Emily, do you want me to call her parents?"
Emily shakes her head. "I'll do it. You let Garcia know. She may be able to get some sort of search going to track the drug combination."
Rossi steps towards her. "If you need anything, kid…"
Emily nods, forcing a smile to her sad face. "I know. Thanks, Rossi."
She leaves the room. Reid watches her a moment, then turns to the other two agents. "I'll keep an eye on her."
"Let us know if she needs a break or…or anything," Hotch tells him.
Reid nods. "I will."
In the bathroom, Emily splashes water on her face. She had always sworn she would never raise a hand against a lover. When it comes to JJ, she had never even been tempted; couldn't imagine being tempted. But now in just a few minutes she has choked her wife out twice. Yes, it was necessary. No, it doesn't make her feel better. She stares into the mirror.
"You love her. If you hadn't done it, she would have been shot by one of the cops. She might have hurt herself. Take a deep breath and call her parents. They need to get down in here in case…in case…"
Emily clamps her eyes closed and leans heavily on the sink. She hears the door open behind her.
"You did what you had to do, Emily," Hotch says softly. "Both in subduing her and in authorizing the treatment."
"I…I sort of know. Still…still hard, Hotch."
"I know. She'll be proud of you working the case; working to find justice for her and the others. In your heart you know that."
Emily just nods her head. She finally opens her eyes and meet's Hotch's in the mirror.
"Did you call Pen?"
He nods. "She's got searches going. Something tells me there will be a lot of databases hacked that I don't want to know about."
Emily manages a smile. "I'd say that's a given." She stands up straight, pulling her blouse as closed as she can. "Will grab a shirt of out my go bag and we can go. I'll call you if the hospital or Morgan calls me."
Hotch nods. "Good. Rossi and I are going to review the video footage to see what Crowley, Shepherd and the tech ate or drank before they went berserk. I've already gotten approval to lock down the break rooms at all city buildings until CSI teams can clear them."
"Good. Maybe we'll at least cut the unsub's access to victims while we search for him. I'll talk to you when I have something."
Hotch nods and walks Emily out, noting the way she keeps her blazer pulled closed to hide her torn open blouse. The brunette can't help but smile when she sees Reid standing there with her go bag.
"Thanks, Reid."
He nods. "No problem."
Emily takes it and goes back into the bathroom to change shirts. In 5 minutes the two nerds are on their way to the coroner's office. When they arrive, Emily looks at Reid.
"I'll meet you inside. I need to call Jen's parents."
Reid nods and leaves her alone, planning to make sure Dr. Marley knows what's happening and how it could affect Emily's demeanor.
Emily stares at her phone for 2 minutes. She finally hits the speed dial for the Jareau house. It rings twice before Sandy answers.
"Emily? What's wrong?" the woman asks, knowing it is probably bad news if Emily is calling during the day.
"Sandy, there…there's been…shit…Jen is in the hospital. I…I don't know how she's doing but…shit," Emily scrubs her face with her hand. "Fucking bastard drugged her with PCP and some other shit. It's bad, Sandy. Really bad."
"I'll be there in 4 hours."
"Okay. I'll text you the hospital info. And if I hear something, I'll call."
"Are you with her?"
"No, Morgan is. I'm helping Reid find the bastard that did this to her."
"How close are you to finding him?"
"Not close enough, Sandy. Not fucking close enough," Emily admits.
Morgan can only stand by helplessly as JJ wakes again and starts to fight against the zip cuffs and regular cuffs holding her. The doctor forces a sedative into her IV. It has no affect. He orders another and finally JJ stills once more. The doctor walks over to Morgan.
"This…isn't good. What were the drugs used in the other cases?"
"PCP and psychedelic mushrooms. But, Doc, we don't know if there was anything else."
The doctor studies Morgan. "What are you thinking?"
Morgan sighs. "She was…was acting like her libido was lit up, she had a lack of inhibition, and the violence was even beyond what I've seen PCP junkies on."
The doctor nods. "You're thinking Rohipnol?"
Morgan nods. "Maybe. Your tests will tell the tale but I think it's a 3 drug mix to cause these reactions in people who would not normally be prone to violent outbursts."
"I'll test her for those three and everything else I can think of. Time will tell what the sedatives being administered after the anti-narcotic will do to her. We're going to be strapping her to the bed: wrist and ankle cuffs, leather straps across her shins, thighs, waist and chest. I'll have a strap ready for her head but I'd rather not restrict that if I can avoid it. There's a chance for respiratory arrest with the drugs. Add in the swelling on her neck and, well, let's just say I don't want her head restrained if we have to use life-saving measures in a hurry."
Morgan nods. "Understood. Doc, what will she be like when she wakes up?"
The doctor shrugs. "I don't know. Every case is different. Add in the mix of drugs and she'll be even more unpredictable. I think over the next 12-15 hours, when she is awake she'll either be extremely apologetic or extremely violent. She's a federal agent and trained to deceive suspects. So no matter what she says do not let her out of the restraints."
Morgan sighs and nods again. "Right. Damn. Is there anything I can do for her?"
The doctor nods. "Yes. You can pray."
"Already doing it," Morgan says as he watches two orderlies move JJ to another bed and strap her down. He shakes his head as the doctor walks away. "I swear to you, JJ, we'll find the bastard that did this to you. I swear it."