Jesse POV

I heard the door open, and a few people talking. I didn't listen to what they were saying; I looked over the side. I could see Emily, Agent Hotchner, Rossi, and another person I assumed was Dr. Reid. A few minutes later, Derek walked in. I heard them talking about me, and then the director walked in. He started describing me, and then I heard him question where I was. I dropped down, and made sure to bend my knees. I stood up, and said, "I'm right here." I saw all the agents jump, including the director.

He turned around, and I heard him mumble, "Fuck. I forgot how scary you can be." I glared at him.

"I'm not teaching them that. He's Italian; too old." I pointed to Rossi. I noticed that he had a little more gut then the last time I saw him. I pointed to Agent Hotchner, "he has a kid. No. You know if anything goes wrong, it could have devastating effects. The emotional problems alone could damage the kid." Then I looked over to the skinny kid, "He's too young, too skinny, and a genius? Eidetic memory? Two people working together with that could be dangerous. After the training, he'd never forget it and always resent me. That could be dangerous for me if we were to ever work together. Emily over there pity's me. When we were sparring, she was letting me win. If we were ever in a shootout, she'd be too busy protecting me, not herself. Then I'd have to protect her. You know how good of a shot I am, and I could potentially miss an opening. And Derek over there? He practically broke into my apartment this morning. He was too worried about my dog the entire time we were here. I profiled them all in ten seconds, with hardly reading their files. Their rule is to never profile a team member. Just by the information I've said here, they're not going to trust me for awhile. So no; I'm not going to work with them. I'm self destructive Paul; not mutually destructive." I whistled, and Daemon came running out of the corner, and barked. He looked at Paul, and then back at me. He moved in front of me, and started growling. I looked back at Derek before I opened the door, "I quit. Stay here. Lunch is coming for you all in about ten minutes. Sorry you had to get dragged down here for nothing. Paul, if you cause any problems for me, I will use all the favors I have left. Then, I'll flee the country." I knew Paul thought I was threatening him; good.

Derek POV

The director went into the corner, and started making phone calls as soon as she left. Jesse was right, food came within ten minutes. We pulled some mats down, and I saw a piece of paper fall off the one Jesse was on. I started reading it, and silently called the team to come read it with me. We all sat down on the mat.

Hotch, Emily, Derek, Dr. Reid, and Rossi,

I am sorry for the things I said. What Paul wants me to do isn't ethically right. It would involve treating you worse than an UNSUB. It would mean I would have to purposefully cause you pain, and to make you relive the worst memories of your life. You all seem nice; I don't want to wreck that. Derek, thank you for fixing the trial. I'm sorry I threw my knife at you. Emily, only a tiny bit of what I said was true. If we worked together, I would trust you. Dr. Reid, I respect your work. It would be an interesting experience to work with you. I think I would learn a lot. Rossi, it was a hell of a lot of fun working with you last time. You know the bare minimum about what Paul wants me to teach. You know how far it went the last time I did it. Ian made mistakes and Paul suffered because of that. Ask Paul to show you his scars. Hotch, it wasn't the ideal experience how we met. I had heard of your wife. She was nice. I'm sorry about her death. Be thankful you have your son left. Spend every minute you can with him.

Tell Paul I say to go screw himself. He's letting his power go to his head. He received some information lately that made him revisit his memories of what my husband did to him. He'll be ok soon.

If we do end up working together, I'm sorry.

As soon as we finished reading it, the door burst open. "Where is he?" Jesse screamed.

We all pointed to the little room on the side of the gym, and she stormed in there. Daemon came over by us. "You labeled me a fucking TERRORIST?" we heard her scream. "After all I have done for you and this country, you labeled me a fucking terrorist? How could you do that Paul? I stopped Ian from almost killing you! I was going to let you charge him! I stayed in the country after he died for you! I helped this country even when I wanted to kill myself! You are director because of what I did! This morning, I didn't kill myself because I knew you needed me today. I love you like a brother, but this? This is going too far." Her voice broke in multiple points while she was yelling.

She walked out to where we were, and I could tell she was trying to stop her hands from shaking. "Daemon, come on boy. Time to go home; back to Scotland." She wouldn't look at any of us. We didn't know what to say. Daemon didn't move though, he just looked at her.

Jesse POV

I can't believe I just said that. I wasn't going to tell anyone that, ever. I crossed my arms over my chest, and wouldn't look at any of them. I knew they must pity me, and I just couldn't see that right now.

"Jesse," I heard Paul whisper. He moved to put his hand on my arm. I went over and sat on the floor, and buried my head in my hands.

"Paul just don't. You know this was too far. I know Ian screwed you up. He screwed me up too. I hate him every day for it. But without him, I wouldn't have made it to sixteen. You have to move on from what he did to you. Don't make me do it to these people. Please." I looked up to him, and I could see exhaustion on his face.

He looked at everyone else, and switched to Latin as he came over to talk to me, "I need them all prepared. The way the react to things, isn't good for the team. They're starting to become dangerous to the other members of the team. I tried putting in another agent for a week before I thought of you, and they wouldn't accept him. It was subconsciously, but it was still there. They need to figure out how to function with other people again. Plus, it would be great if they could withstand a little more pain."

"Do you really think what I would do to them would help? For a long time after what Ian did, you resented me for staying with him. I tried to understand, but it took you forever to learn how to deal with it properly. If even one thing goes wrong, they could never recover. Besides, I stopped teaching after what happened to you. I disbanded that part of the company, and gave it to my cousins in Scotland. If I did this, many people would be mad at me. Those people would come for you too. Take me off the FBI watch list, and I'll leave the country. You won't ever have to deal with me again." I looked around the room to the rest of the agents. They had pulled down the mats, and were sitting on them. I saw Derek had the note next to him, and was looking at me. I gave him a slight nod, and looked at Dr. Reid. "You understand Latin."

He looked at me, "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop. I just understand root word meanings. I barely understood what you were saying. I can leave the room if you want." I knew he was lying. He understood our whole conversation.

I shook my head, "It's fine." I looked over to Rossi and Emily, "What languages do you understand?"

Rossi spoke up, "We both understand Italian. As I understand it, the director does not." He knew I wanted to tell them something.

I switched to Italian, "hide the note. I know you read it. Act like you didn't. Tell the others." They nodded, and I turned back to Paul. I switched to Russian, "So?"

"Work here. I'm sorry for what I did. I don't resent you. I still need you. The FBI still needs you. I consider you my sister, which is why I have complete faith that you can do this, while keeping them sane. This training could help them so much more in their field. It would mean they could learn to not empathize, and to not pity a person. You always say people shouldn't pity someone else, even when they know the full story; this could eliminate it, even if it is with only a few people. Plus, Daemon loves them already. You owe me Jesse, it's about time I collected."

I looked at him, and knew he was right. I still didn't want to do it though, "They'd need to stay at my summer place. That way we can have quiet, and space. I'd need permission to take them anywhere I wanted. Plus, I'd need permission from them to do it." I resented that he was making me do this. It was ironic I suppose, years ago he had threatened to imprison me if I ever taught anyone this again. Now, he was actually forcing me to do so.

I knew that doing this would cause some major problems. "All right; you can pretend that never happened." They all looked at me, a little confused. I stood up, and so did everyone else.

"Jesse, take off your shirt."

Immediately, I spun around, "No! I'm not showing them! I'll teach them, but I won't tell them anything about that!"

"Do it. Don't blindside them with that when they're in training. That puts them at a disadvantage. Show them now, or else risk them getting hurt later." He knew that I would do anything to make sure someone else would not get hurt.

We stared at each other for a few minutes, and nobody said a word. "You leave Penelope out of this. She doesn't come anywhere near us for the next month, if not more. Not even a phone call or I pull the plug immediately. You give me a month. I could do it in two weeks, but they'll need a week to recuperate. If I need more time, I'll tell you. They all stay there the whole time. Agent Hotchner can leave to see his son. We'll do most of the training at night. My cousins do not hear a word of this." At each condition I paused to think of more, "My niece is coming in three months. I get time off to see her. I do not have to talk to Strauss, ever," at this, I heard Hotch laugh. "I only report to him, and you. Anything else and I'm on the first plane out of here. Got it?"

He stared at me to see if I was lying, "Well it's nice to see you are truly an American; giving me an ultimatum. But yes, I got it. Now show them all of your scars. All of them."

I started mumbling my complaints in Gaelic, and damming Paul to Hell for all the problems he has caused me. I turned around, and pulled my shirt off. Then I unclasped my bra, but held it up in the front. I grabbed my hair, and moved that in front too. I held that up so they could see the scars on my neck. I heard them all gasp at the same time. Sometimes, I forgot how horrible my scars looked to other people. I looked over at Paul, and could see the pity in his eyes. I looked at him longer, and could also see him trying to apologize. I nodded, and bent my head again so they could see the scars on my neck better.

Derek POV

We had heard the two talking the whole time. The only time I could understand them was when they were speaking in English, but Spencer tried to translate the Latin for us. It wasn't exactly what they were saying, but we got the gist of the message. The Prentiss came over, and took the note. She gave it to me, and whispered, "Hide it. Act like we haven't read it." I nodded, and she went back to where she was sitting.

The director and Jesse talked a little more, but in English this time. We all pretended like we couldn't hear them, but it was an awkward situation all the same. Then Jesse turned around, and pulled her shirt off. Before we could turn away, we saw the scars on her back. We all gasped, and I heard Emily whisper, "Oh Jesse. How did this happen?"

Jesse kept her head bent, "No. You don't get to know that. I will tell you eventually, but not here. Not like this. I need some privacy. Look. This is the only time you will get to asses them all." Her voice was strained, and her posture was stiff. We could tell she didn't want to do this.

I hadn't looked away from her back the whole time. There were so many scars; it was hard to find a few inches of skin that wasn't marked. The biggest one though, started at her left shoulder blade, and curved around her back, and seemed to end in the front. It cut across her spine, with a little jump to keep her from getting paralyzed. The rest of her back had hash marks all over. It looked like a knife had done this, or maybe a whip. She had a little scar on her neck. It looked like some sort of symbol, but with a line in it. "What's that on your neck?"

"A Celtic symbol for property ownership, with a line cut through to zero it out." I looked to her head. She wasn't turning around yet, until we had asked all of our questions.

I looked back to her back, and saw that all the scars ended just above her pants line. I was glad she didn't have to take those off too. I didn't know what she would do then.

The director reached over and took her shirt from her hand. I noticed little pock marks on both of her hands. They looked like the diameter of nails. Oh shit, she had been nailed to something. I hadn't noticed these before, but she was obviously being forced to show us now. Her left hand had two fingers that weren't straight. They were her ring and middle finger. Just the tips were a little angled. It looked like a bad break that didn't heal correctly.

Reid finally spoke up, "You're left handed." She nodded.

"My fingers were broken, and not set correctly. I still have movement in those fingers, but not as much."

Rossi looked over at her, "They've healed well Jesse. A lot better since the last time I saw them. Do they still hurt?" He had seen these before? How did Rossi know her?

She turned around to look at him, and we saw the one long scar on her front. It was the one that seemed to connect to her back, but I could see they were different lengths. It seemed to end at her bra line. She reached back to clasp her bra, and stood there, "Not as much. A couple of years ago a plastic surgeon fixed most of them up for me. I don't even feel the whip marks any more. The only one that hurts is the knife mark." I could see the sorrow in her eyes. I looked at her stomach again, and saw another line, just above her pants.

Hotch noticed it as well, "You had a C-Section? Haley had one too."

We could see the far off look in her eyes, "Yes, my little girl would be ten today," she paused, and was lost in thought for awhile. "Hotch I'll alter your training so you can be home for a few hours after your son gets off school. You'll be tired, but you'll see him."

"Thanks. Don't give me any special treatment though. Whatever you put the rest of the team through, I can go through."

"You think I'm going to torture you?" Her eyes opened really ride, and she turned back to the director. "You see? I haven't even started yet, and they're already thinking the worst. I'm not doing it."

He looked at her, "You protest anymore, and I'll make Ms. Garcia join. Then I'll call your cousins."

"So? What do I care? My cousins scare you! They'd tare you limb from limb before they'd do anything I didn't like. There's this thing called loyalty Paul, you should learn some." I doubt she realized she was contradicting herself form earlier.

She reached over to his hands, and he flinched. She pulled her shirt out of his hands, but he grabbed it again, and it tore. "Fuck! Now I don't have another good shirt here!" She went over to her bag, and I saw a drop of sweat roll down her back, and into her pants. I felt my pants tighten again, but then I thought of what Hotch had insinuated. That immediately solved my problem.

Paul remained calm, "You know that I know that you have tons of stuff stashed all over the building. You'll find another. Let them look until they stop staring. Then, they won't stare again. Make one more step towards the door, and Garcia joins."

I heard Daemon growl, and he moved towards Paul. I hooked my finger in his collar, so he couldn't get in trouble. Jesse looked back at him, and then at me. She had a pleading look in her eyes, and then she looked back at Paul, "fine. Anyone gets hurt and we stop immediately." He nodded, and she turned back to us.

"I'm going to teach you what it's like to feel blind; to double your reaction time. I'm going to teach you how to really control your emotions. I'm going to teach you how to control your level of pain." She pulled up her pant leg, and we saw more scars on her knee, and ankle. These looked like surgical scars though. She grabbed a knife from the holder on her thigh, and pulled her pant leg down. Then she grabbed her shirt, and tore of a strip. She wrapped it around her lower arm, and tied it tight.

"Jesse, what are you doing?" I said. Was she going to cut herself? Was she going to do worse? She looked me in the eye, and then cut her palm. It didn't bleed as much as it would have if she hadn't tied the cloth around her arm. She didn't even flinch, "Didn't that hurt?" I moved toward her to stop the bleeding, but she did it herself.

While she was bandaging it, she said, "Not as much as it would if I cut you. I don't feel as much pain as others. It comes in handy in certain…situations. This is only exacerbated by the fact that my bones are harder than normal. It takes much more to break my bones. I can't make that happen to you, but I can help you control how much pain you can feel. It will be hard to teach you in two weeks, but I can do it. Go home; pack comfortable clothes for three weeks. No professional clothing; workout clothes. Meet me here in an hour, and we'll drive to my place."