A/N: I feel like I am in a rut, that nothing I write is any good. But I am trying:
Hotch sat next to JJ as she was airlifted to the awaiting hospital, unable to tear his eyes from her. The paramedics had arrived moments after he had called Morgan, and Hotch had never been so grateful to see them. JJ needed them, and needed them immediately. He had watched as they got to work, throwing his coat from JJ's body as they began to assess her deteriorating condition.
He had told them everything he had known, that she had been tortured, drugged, beat, stabbed and raped, and that she had been conscious just moments before. In turn, the paramedics had promised to do everything they could for her as they quickly requested a medical chopper to land; she didn't have time for a ground ambulance. An air evac was her only chance.
Hotch glanced down at his agent, and forced a smile when he saw her eyes slowly blink open. "Hi, JJ." He told her, sure that she couldn't hear him. "We are on the way to the hospital." He looked into her eyes and knew she was not comprehending what was happening, she was not alert, but that didn't stop him from talking to her as the medic leaned over and shined a light into her eyes.
Hotch did not know much in terms of the medical community, but he knew JJ was not in good shape. Her pupils were not reacting to the penlight, her gaze did not seem to be able to focus on anything, and what he heard next just showed that he knew his agent was critical.
"Doc is requesting we intubate." He heard over the headset that had been provided for him.
"Good call." The medic stood up and quickly grabbed the necessary equipment before turning back to JJ. "Hon." He began seeing his patient was semi conscious. "We talked earlier, you probably don't remember me." Hotch listened closely, ready to pummel the man if he even thought about scaring JJ. "My name is Ted, I am a paramedic." He gently grabbed her hand, accessing the IV port. "The doctor at the ER is worried that your airway isn't stable so we are going to put a tube down your throat to help you breathe."
Hotch saw it, saw the fear in JJ;s eyes. "No." She whispered, trying to pull away from the medic.
"JJ, we have to." Hotch took over speaking, distracting JJ so that Ted could administer the proper medication. "I am going to be right here, you are safe." He promised amazed at how fast the sedative worked. JJ was out before he even finished the sentence.
"Thank you, Agent Hotchner." Ted quickly moved up to JJ's head and with practiced ease, slipped a tube down her throat, before he took over breathing for her. He loved his job, Ted truly enjoyed what he did for a living, but days like this took the toll on him.
He didn't know much when he had received the call, only that a medivac helicopter had been requested. It was only once they landed that Ted began to realize the true nature of the call. An FBI agent, one that had been kidnapped and tortured and from what he had gathered, raped.
"Hang on, kiddo." He whispered softly, wiping the blood away from her head. "Hang on."
Dr. Katie Mattel took a deep breath as she watched her most recent patient being rushed to surgery. In all honesty, she doubted the woman would make it; she was surprised she had made it this far. The medics had intubated her before she even arrived at the hospital, it was once she was in the trauma room that Katie saw her rapidly deteriorating. She coded multiple times before Katie made the heart wrenching decision to crack the woman's chest open.
The technique saved her life and now, Katie got to go talk to the family. She had been warned by the nurses that multiple FBI agents had flooded the family room, they were pacing back and forth and asking for updates almost every five minutes.
And as she walked into the family room, she couldn't help but smile. It was obvious to her that her patient had an amazingly large, and supportive support system at her side, should she make it out of surgery.
"How is she?" A man with a southern accent rushed her as soon as she stepped into the room. She had experience with families and knew this had to be her husband.
"I can only release information to her family." Katie started feeling slightly uncomfortable as the rest of the group seemed to stare her down.
"I am her husband, the rest of them are her family."
Katie nodded, not ready to challenge the intimidating group. "My name is Katie Mattel, I was the physician who worked on Agent Jareau. I want to say right now that she is in grave condition." She swore she felt the oxygen leave the room when the words left her lips. "She is not able to breathe on her own right now and the CT scan showed a brain bleed. She is currently in surgery which the surgeon will work to repair the multiple injuries Agent Jareau sustained." She paused she didn't want to tell them how she had stopped breathing, how Katie had been forced to crack open her chest. no, she could tell them that later. She turned back to Agent Jareau's husband. "She is a fighter, sir. She is a fighter and so is the little one."
Will sank down into his chair, shocked. "W.. what?"
Katie looked at him, "Agent Jareau is pregnant."