Authors Note: Hey guys. I'm so sorry about the wait but chapters should be up on a more regular basis now it's summer and I have more time. And thank you for everyone who has read the story :) Here is the next chapter :D

Chapter 5:WHEN A GOOD WOMAN GOES TO WAR

Mackenzie came round slowly from feeling her cell vibrate vibrating in the back of her combats. Ignoring it, she turned onto her side and pushed herself up against the wall, feeling disorientated and nauseous. The movement itself sent pain coursing through her entire body and she restrained herself from crying out.

"Dante!" Mackenzie yelled. "DANTE!"

She didn't receive a response and instantly started to panic. Mackenzie's head started to spin as she realised Shannon had Dante and began to cry as it dawned on her it was her own fault. She sat sobbing for a minute or so before pulling it together.

"I have to find them," She cried quietly, attempting to get up.

The attempt failed due to a wave of dizziness which nearly made her throw up and she had to sit straight back down again. Mackenzie took a few deep, shaky breaths trying to fight back the nausea but they were extremely painful and her chest began to hurt more.

She felt her phone start to vibrate again and fished it out of her pocket. She hit the answer button and held it up to her ear. In a matter of seconds the caller was shouting down the phone.

"Mackenzie where the hell are you!? Your shift started two hours ago. This is not making us looking good for the FBI!" It was her superior Lieutenant Carter.

"Boss, it's not my fault. Larson managed to get into my apartment last night. She has Dante," Mackenzie said, her voice breaking at the end. "Carter, Larson's got Dante."

"What!? Mackenzie are you alright? Do you know what happened to Dante?" Carter said his tone softer.

"Shannon beat me up quite a fair bit but I blacked out before I saw what happened to him. He got tazed though."

"Okay. Give me an injury check on yourself."

Mackenzie pressed her chest gently and pain coursed through her with force. She then went onto her stomach, back and legs and found minor pain on the base of her back, severe pain on her stomach and no pain in her legs. Mackenzie already knew she had a head injury from her throbbing headache but pressed the top of her skull anyway and felt the wetness of blood. She looked at her fingers and saw the bright redness of fresh blood. She must have re-opened it when she moved.

"Mackenzie, you still there?"

"Yeah. Ah, I've probably got a few broken ribs, my back's a bit sore and my stomach's severely bruised. There's a high chance I've got a concussion because my head's bleeding. I also got tazed."

"Right, I'm calling you an ambulance, sending an officer and telling the FBI. They should be round soon. I'll be coming too," Carter said.

"Carter I'm fine. I don't need an ambulance," Mackenzie argued.

"It's just to check everything's okay. We'll be there soon."

"Bye."

Mackenzie hung up the phone and stared blankly at the wall trying to stay calm. She started calming her breathing and tried to not think about what had happened. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Detective Evans, are you in there?" It was a female voice, one of the FBI. Agent Jareau, Mackenzie thought.

"I'm in the hallway. There should be a key chain in the flower pot. It's the key with yellow sticker," Mackenzie shouted to the best of her ability.

A minute or so later Agent Jareau and a paramedic came through the door and shortly after Agent Morgan and a police officer followed.

"Where's Carter?" Mackenzie asked.

"He's sealing the scene and getting your landlord for CCTV. But for now we need to sort you out," Morgan said as the Paramedic ran up beside Mackenzie.

"Miss Evans, my name is Nicole and I'm going to try and help you up so I can get you to the ambulance. Can you do that or will I need to get a wheelchair?" The paramedic said.

"I think I'll be able to walk if someone supports me."

"I'll help. JJ can you come with? I'll come back here and wait for Reid and Blake to investigate the scene while you go with Detective Evans and get a statement," Morgan said.

JJ nodded and stood to the side as Morgan and the paramedic helped Mackenzie up. The first attempt failed due to Mackenzie getting dizzy and needing to sit down again but they got her up on the second attempt and Morgan led her out making sure she didn't fall.

A few minutes later Mackenzie sat in the back of the ambulance, unwillingly being checked out by Nicole, and kept insisting that she was fine and didn't need any medical attention.

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Mackenzie sat on the hospital bed silently, waiting for the doctor to come back with the paper stitches. She sat contemplating how she was going to tell the FBI about what happened to her and Shannon when they were abroad and when Mackenzie finally came to a decision the doctor came back in.

"Right, let's get you sorted out," He said.

"Okay," Mackenzie said.

The doctor quickly started to clean the wound on Mackenzie's head. She sat there un-fazed by the slight pain caused by touching it and waited as he prepared the stitches. "Nice tattoo," The doctor said, commenting on the tattoo poking out of the sleeve of her t-shirt. "Where'd you get it?"

"I used to be a Marine," Mackenzie replied.

The doctor nodded but said nothing and began to stitch up Mackenzie's head. It didn't take long and before she knew it a bandage was covering it.

"Right, I'm going to go get you X-rayed to see how much damage has been done to you ribs and then if everything checks out, I can release you. Now, if you follow me," The doctor said.

Mackenzie got up slowly and walked behind the doctor, taking her time to make sure she didn't fall. JJ, who had been sitting outside, followed and walked along side Mackenzie. "I need to talk to you and your team about something related to the case," Mackenzie said.

"Of course. Do you wish to talk about it now?" JJ asked.

"No. I'd rather not have to repeat it."

By this point, they had reached the x-ray room, so JJ waited patiently outside for Mackenzie to come out. In less than twenty minutes she was out and they headed back to the cubicle following the doctor. When they reached the cubicle, the doctor turned round.

"Miss Evans, you have three broken ribs, which I'm afraid all I can do is give you some pain relief medication for. I'll also give you a brace but you don't have to use it. I recommend that you get plenty of rest, and then breathe deeply every hour. And with that I'll discharge you," The doctor said.

He handed Mackenzie a bandage roll and a pill bottle and then signed a clipboard, handing it to her. "Give this to the front desk and they'll release you. I hope I don't see you here again anytime soon."

"Thanks," Mackenzie said, taking the clipboard and heading to the front desk.

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JJ drove back silently to the precinct as Mackenzie wrote a witness report on a notepad. JJ was surprised with how neat Mackenzie's writing was from the moving car. She wrote in tiny script and extremely quickly and by the time they got to the station Mackenzie had written three pages on what had happened.

"Here," Mackenzie said, handing JJ the notepad as she parked the car.

"Thanks," JJ said.

They got out of the car and headed inside the precinct slightly. Mackenzie's fear got worse and her heart pounded as she got closer to the conference room and JJ must have noticed because she put a hand in front of her to make her stop.

"Are you okay?" JJ asked. "You're breathing quite heavily."

"Yeah, fine. Just a bit out of breath," Mackenzie lied, as she started towards the conference room again.

JJ went in first and gave Hotch the statement. "Thank you, Detective Evans. Maybe you should go and get some rest," Hotch said.

"Not quite yet, sir. I need to talk to you and your team about something related to the case. I think it's important," Mackenzie said.

"Okay. Go ahead," Rossi said.

Mackenzie took a glance around the room and tried to calm down as she realised there was now six pairs of eyes staring at her as she revealed her biggest secret. She took a deep breath and began.

"As you all know, Larson and I were in the military together. Now, I haven't been completely honest about her past. Our past. When we were both deployed in 2006, a few months in we were sent with our squad to take out a terrorist cell. It was supposed to be a basic in and out raid, get the terrorists and then kill them or bring them in for questioning but the intel we had been given was bogus. We went to the site and then were subsequently ambushed. It all went a bit fast after that."

"Detective Evans, what are you getting at?" Morgan asked.

"In short, Shannon and I, along with our squad, were taken captive and tortured," Mackenzie said her breathing quickening. "When we were rescued in late 2008, Shannon and I were the only remaining survivors. We both took it differently but Shannon was completely different when we came back. I mean we were both changed but she turned into a complete psychopath. And after a while she broke of all ties. Her brother and I tried to help her but she completely igonored us. Shortly after I became a detective the killings started. I knew it was her because it was exactly how we were... hurt."

"Why didn't tell us this sooner?" Blake asked.

"Because... I'm scared," Mackenzie said. "As I just mentioned, we both took it differently. I can barely talk about it due to my PTSD. But Dante is the last straw."

"You said her brother tried to help her. How can we find him?" Rossi asked.

"You're going to have to find Shannon first. Her brother is Dante. Dante and I have been dating since late 2004."

"Thank you Detective. Even though it would have been better if you told us sooner, it's better late than never. Would you mind going into more detail with us about what happened? It only needs to be one of us," Hotch said.

"I'll try."

Mackenzie took a sigh of relief at getting rid of the secret but she could feel herself going back to the way she was after her service. Her head was in complete turmoil and she knew only one person has been keeping her steady for the past five years. Dante. She had to find him. No matter the cost.

Then Mackenzie thought of her long lost friend Shannon. She used to be a good person. But that's what happens when a good woman goes to war. They lose themselves. And that applied for both of them.