Disclaimer: See chapter one!

A/N: Sorry this took so long I'm in the process of moving out of state yet again! It also took longer because I wanted to get this chapter just right! To address a few things I do know that J.J. is ooc. That is on purpose, Shelby is strong and hard because she has to be. The lines between J.J. and Shelby are starting to blur and the only way she feels she can protect herself is to keep everything locked away. I hope that makes sense! She isn't heartless and everything will catch up with her in a very angsty way I promise.

Enjoy!

Mount Horizon High School, Outskirts of Agnes, Washington

J.J. sat with her eyes fixed on her cell phone willing it with her mind to ring.

"Still no answer?" Reid asked taking his eyes off the road for a moment.

J.J. shook her head before looking out the window at a small wooden sign that read 'Mount Horizon 1 Mile'.

"I guess she's busy working the case," J.J. said softly her mind slowly drifting to another time.

"This is going to be home for awhile Shelby," A stern faced man with slightly graying hair said as he opened the back door of his BMW.

"Fuck you," The thin blond spat as she got out hating the way her very short skirt allowed her legs to rub freely against the expensive leather.

"I'm just trying to do what's right… the way you were living, you're my daughter, how could I just…" The man trailed off his piercing blue eyes obviously sad, as he took in the girl in front of him.

She didn't answer him, instead she held out her arms to the black man standing next to the man who had once been her father, "Get these the fuck off of me!"

The man looked down at her before pulling out a knife and cutting the restraints. She hated feeling so exposed and as soon as her hands were free she immediately brought them up to her chest, crossing her arms so her track marks were covered.

"J.J.?" Reid asked leaning against the open passenger side door as he looked down at his friend who was just staring into space, "J.J.!"

"What Spence?" She asked in a huff shaking her head free of her past.

"A-are you ok?" He stuttered slightly as he took a step back from the car giving her room to get out.

"I am totally fine," She said a little louder than she meant to as she grabbed the bag by her feet.

"You better not let Peter here you say that," A deep raspy voice called from somewhere behind Reid.

"Scott?" J.J. asked as she got out of the car and moved around Reid to get a better look at the tall blond whose voice brought back so many memories, both good and bad.

"Hey little girl lost," He joked running a large hand through is hair.

"Little girl lost?" She asked with attitude as she took in how different her first real boyfriend looked.

"It's something Ezra started calling you after you disappeared," Scott said with a sad look on his face, "Whose your friend Shel?"

"Oh sorry," J.J. said shaking away more intrusive thoughts of her past, "Scott Barringer, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid."

"J-just Spencer is fine," Reid smiled shyly as he shook the much larger mans hand.

"Wait Spencer Reid, thee Dr. Spencer Reid? I've read your papers on behavioral science," Scott said with a large smile on his face before turning to look at J.J., "I thought Peter was joking when he said you were with the F.B.I."

"I'm glad you think so highly of me," She said sarcastically with a large smile on her face.

"Come on Shel, who in their right mind would give you a gun?" Scott joked easily knowing that this might be as lighthearted as it got during the upcoming week.

"J.J. is actually one of the b-best shots in the BAU," Reid said in defense of his friend.

"I have no doubt about that," Scott smiled at the thin doctor who he though in all honesty looked more like a college T.A. than a F.B.I. agent, "With her rage though…"

"That's enough you," She said throwing him a playful evil eye.

"Sorry Shel," Scott smiled glad that they had both grown enough that their reunion wasn't horribly awkward.

"It's fine I could make a joke about your job but for some reason this is exactly where I thought I'd find you," J.J. smiled finally closing the door to the SUV.

"Thanks I think?" Scott asked unsure if she was being sarcastic.

"You were always better at helping people and sorting out feelings than I was, so this place is perfect for you," She smiled softly as she kept her tears locked up inside.

"Should we go inside?" Reid asked unsure of what he was feeling about the obviously tender moment J.J. and Scott were having.

"Yeah Peter told me to find him as soon as you got here," Scott smiled and motioned for the two agents to follow him into the administration cabin.

"Unless you want them to lose a delinquent and us to lose a car I suggest you lock it," J.J. said to Spencer who quickly locked the car with a beep before following the two blonds into the building in front of them.

"Shelby you can't keep this inside forever," Peter said running a hand through his dirty brown hair in frustration.

"I've dealt with worse," The blond spat bitterly as she forced herself to be cruel to someone she cared about, "You can't fix this, you don't know shit!"

"Keep using language like that and you'll be on shuns," He said as he came around from his desk to sit in the chair next to the fuming teen, "If you just open up Shel I can help, CPS can help, we can help you and We can help Jess."

"I'll take care of Jess and I'll take care of myself it's the only thing I've ever been reasonably good at," She said as she gathered her books and stormed out of the office ever careful to keep her mounting tears inside.

"They'll never understand," She whispered to herself once she was out in the fresh spring air, "Scott didn't, no one else will."

"Here we go," Scott said softly outside of an office marked Director.

J.J. shook her head trying to erase the painful images from her head, "Aren't you going to knock?"

"I thought you might want to," Scott said before lowering his head in apparent shame, "He and Jess never gave up on you, they always knew you'd come home."

They stood in an awkward silence for a moment, each trying to find a way to make things less difficult.

"I didn't want to be found, this isn't your fault," J.J. said firmly hoping to ease Scott's guilt as she knocked on the door in front of her.

"Come in," A familiar voice called from behind the door.

"Oh Captain my Captain," J.J. said in as strong of a voice as she could muster.

Peter quickly looked up from the files on his desk a look of shock and joy clear on his face.

"Took you long enough," He smiled as he came around his desk and drew the young agent into a brief hug.

Scott had entered the room right behind J.J. as Reid watched from the door feeling like a voyeur who had no right to see such intimate moments.

"What can I say?" J.J. joked as Peter released her from the hug.

"I hate to deliver and run but I have group with the Ridge Runners in ten minutes," Scott said with a smile as her remembered what J.J. had said about his career, how she somehow knew he would be at Horizon.

"Thanks Scott, we'll see you at O'Brian's later," Peter said putting one hand up to stifle J.J.'s argument, "It's your first night back and the food here hasn't improved much over the years."

"7:30?" Scott offered as he headed towards the door.

"Sounds great, let Sophie know," Peter smiled his gaze briefly meeting the lanky F.B.I. agent.

"Will do, later Shel," Scott said before he disappeared.

"How are you holding up?" Peter asked as he motioned for her to sit in one of the many chairs he had spread thought his office, "And don't lie to me."

"I'm fine Peter, scouts honor," J.J. joked as she looked around until her eyes met Reid's, who was still in the doorway.

"You know how I feel about that four letter word Shel," Peter smiled slightly as he tried to match the girl he remembered to the woman in front of him.

"It's been almost ten years you could have changed your mind," J.J. joked as she jerked her head motioning for Reid to enter the room.

"Whose your friend Shel?" Peter asked as Reid inched closer to the man J.J. had sung the praises of on the drive up.

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, b-b-but you c-c-an just call me Spencer," Reid spat out more nervous than he thought he would be.

"The profiler," Peter mused before extending his hand, "I'm Peter Scarbrow, just call me Peter, we're very casual around here. Please sit."

Peter pulled a chair next to J.J's and motioned for the lanky profiler to sit.

"J.J. speaks v-very highly of you," Reid said his nerves easing slightly.

"J.J.?" Peter asked looking at the girl he had always known as Shelby.

"That's who I am now Peter, S.S.A. Jennifer Anne Jareau Behavioral Analysis Unit F.B.I.," J.J. said sadly as she realized how much she could lose once this week was over.

"A profiler?" Peter asked with curiosity and a hint of pride.

"No just the unit Liaison, I deal with press and the local police departments," J.J. said quickly trying to minimize her role as much as possible, that way when everything got ruined it wouldn't hurt quite as much.

"J.J. could be a profiler if she wanted to," Reid stepped in curious as to why J.J. was putting herself down in front of someone whose opinion obviously mattered to her.

"With an I.Q. of 157 I'd imagine so," Peter smiled just as his phone began ringing, "Give me just a minute."

"You're I.Q. is 157?" Reid whispered in an irritated voice.

"Can we talk about this later?" J.J. asked equally irritated that the lies she told were quickly coming back to bite her.

"Sorry about that, Sophie's on her way," Peter smiled as he watched a worried look spread across J.J.'s face.

"Did she sound mad?" J.J. asked nervously tapping her fingers on her knees.

"I'm not mad," The short built blond answered rubbing her slightly puffy eyes as she walked through the office door making a B-line for J.J., "Just a little peeved that you took so long to come home."

"I was busy Sophie," J.J. joked as she stood up and allowed the woman to pull her into a hug.

"I'm just glad you're safe," Sophie said as a few tears escaped her eyes and ran into J.J.'s hair.

Sophie pulled out of the hug and pulled up a chair as Peter quickly introduced Sophie to Reid.

"So that's how you found her?" Sophie asked bluntly as she wiped a few straggling tears from her face, "Through the case you're working?"

"We can talk about this later Soph," Peter said patting his obviously distraught wife's hand.

"It had to have been bad for you to give yourself up," Sophie said trying to hold back her tears as she looked at the stone faced woman in front of her.

"I wasn't on the run Sophie," J.J. said in an irritated voice as she focused most of her energy on keeping her walls up.

"I know Shel," Sophie said with a small watery smile, "But it was bad wasn't it? We all know, well maybe not him," She said tilting her head towards Reid, "But the rest of us know if it hadn't been bad you would've walked away."

The room was silent for several minutes before J.J. gave up a small and ashamed head nodded.

"That's enough for now," Peter said more firmly before turning to look at J.J. and Reid, "I've arranged for you and your team if they decide to join us to stay in the old Cliffhanger Girl's cabin while you're here."

"Peter we can…" J.J. started before changing her mind, "Thank you Peter."

"Good, lets get your bags checked and then you guys can rest before dinner," Peter smiled and stood motioning for them to follow him, "We can start going over arrangements then."

"Sounds like a plan," J.J. joked as she looked over at Reid who was being uncharacteristically quiet.

"Let's go get your bags checked and get you settled," Peter smiled as he led the way out of the office. He could cry later he thought to himself, right now he had to be strong for Sophie and for the rest of his makeshift family.

Reid watched J.J. carefully as they headed from the office to the S.U.V. she seemed as if she were sleep walking, he was worried and wondered if he should tell Hotch. This hadn't been the first time she had been right in front of him yet so far away and he was sure that it could only get worse from here on out.

As they neared the front of the administration building J.J. caught a glimpse of herself in one of the large windows. The reflection was angry and younger, clad in a leather miniskirt and a tube top, J.J. looked away from the angry girl's accusing stare and couldn't help but feel like a failure.