A/N: I was recently alerted to a story of mine that has pretty much been plagiarized on another website. I beg you, please do not do this without permission, I understand the concept of using an idea heck how many JJ kidnap stories are out there but to take a story and switch a few words around. It is wrong.
Also, there is no romantic relationship between Hotch and JJ going on, this story just shows the amount of trust she has in him.
For some reason, the damn doctors still think you need to be in the ICU, but, as they have pointed out numerous times, you are in a so called "safe room." The windows are bare giving you no privacy, you are apparently monitored at all times, you cannot break the glass on the windows, an electric wall allows for staff to put all of the necessary medical equipment behind it, restricting your access to anything that you can use to hurt yourself.
But you do have one option and you shake your head at their stupidity of missing such an easy thing. You are still connected to numerous tubes, all within your reach and access. The problem lies just outside the door, and you know before you could even rip out a tube, the staff would be inside, sedating and restraining you. And as the tears build in your eyes again, as you realize you have failed again, you reach over for the tubing that is connected to the IV in your hand. You briefly debate pulling it out, but you see the consequences; the staff would undoubtedly try and start a new one which would mean allowing them to touch you. Right now, you are not ready for that.
You hear the door open, but do not turn to look at your visitor, if you are really lucky it maybe the man who did all of this, he is here to end it. And if he does that, he is no longer your enemy the source of all of your constant pain, he will be your hero.
"Agent Jareau?" You hear a new, unfamiliar voice calling to you as you twist your fingers around the plastic. It is so close, but so far away. You hear the stranger pull up a chair next to you but cannot look at her. "Agent Jareau, my name is Hannah and I know that means nothing to you right now, but I just want to talk to you if that is okay." You continue to finger the plastic but find yourself listening to the woman. "I am not a doctor, I am not a nurse, but I am someone who wants to help you."
You refuse to answer her but do listen, she has shut off the television and the only noise in the room is her speaking. ""Can you tell me a little bit about what brought you to this point?" She asks and again, you refuse to answer her, and instead lick your lips. "I've heard the stories, I've read your chart, and I have talked with your friends, each one of those resources helps me put together a piece of a puzzle, but I am missing the most important piece. I can talk with them until I am blue in the face but that won't help me help you." She pauses and her voice is strangely comforting to you and you hope she continues.
"If you are okay with it, Agent Jareau, I would like to tell you what I have learned about you from various resources, is that okay?" She is asking you permission, she isn't just doing, she is asking for your permission to do something to you; and you find yourself nodding.
"Great. I spoke with an Agent Hotchner, he told me you call him Hotch. He also said that he has an enormous amount of respect for you and what you have been through. That he is proud to have you as an important member of the team. He also added that you have a way with victims and their families that cannot be described, you can connect with them on a level that nobody on your team has been able to replicate. An Agent Rossi thinks of you as his daughter but at the same time knows you can out shoot him and as he put it most likely kick his ass. He added that while he sees you as a daughter, he knows you are a fully capable FBI agent and wants you to know how he feels that he has the opportunity to work with you. He treasures everyday of it. Ms. Garcia." Hannah paused and you found yourself looking forward to what she had to say next. "Is a bit.."
"Garcia." You whisper, unable to find another way to describe her.
Hannah laughs. "It is funny you say that, because when I spoke with Agent Morgan he said the same thing. I am guessing that is truly the only way to describe her? I met with her briefly and she seems to be able to lift any mood. She was wearing some jewelry I have only seen kids wear but she was able to pull it off. She says you are her best friend and a damn good federal agent. She warned me not to make you mad."
You cannot help but smile at that one and start enjoying hearing about your team.
"Agent Reid. Well, let me just say that I had a hard time understanding what he was saying half of the time. But from what I gathered he cares very much about you so much so that he sits outside at the nurses station making sure you are getting the right treatment." Hannah stops to get a breath and you turn to look at her. She is young, and she reminds you of Jordan Todd, but there is something different about Hannah and you cannot put your finger on it.
"I think I got them all.." Hannah counts on her fingers.
"Emily." You whisper, before you realize you have done it.
"Oh yes, Emily. How could I forget her." Hannah shakes her head. "It's been a long shift." She laughs and her bubbly personality is almost contagious. Almost. "Emily has been at my door constantly, I finally had to convince her to go buy herself some real food." She smiles at you then bends down and whispers. "And in all honesty, she was starting to stink. She needed a shower."
You find yourself almost laughing at the idea of someone telling Emily she stunk.
"The one thing, Agent Jareau, that everyone reiterated over and over again is how much they love you." You tear up a bit. "And Agent, they are not mad at you."
And that is what it takes to make you pull your knees up to your chest and simply cry. Hannah lets you do so and before you know it she is speaking again. She knows she has won. She stays with you and offers you her hand, allowing you to make the decision to make human contact. You shake your head, not wanting it yet, not wanting to be touched, now or ever.
"Agent, if I can get you anything right now, what would it be?" She asks and you look up at her.
"My son."
She nods and is careful on how she speaks with you. "What was his name?" She asks softly.
"Henry." You find yourself whispering, "His name was Henry."
Hannah nods at you. "I love that name." And you wait for the next question you are sure will come, and when it doesn't, you are shocked. "Your friends tell me you go by JJ, your medical chart shows Jennifer, and I was introduced to you as Agent Jareau. Which one do you prefer I address you as." She stands up and you blink at her, confused.
"I.. um… JJ is fine." You whisper and she nods.
"Well JJ, it was great speaking to you today. May I stop by again?" You nod at her. "Great. Oh and.." She lowers her voice. "I wouldn't try anything." She winks and nods up at the ceiling. before pointing to your finger still wrapped around the IV tubing. "They've got cameras."
And suddenly, without warning, you are thrown back into that hellhole with that man and he has a camera pointed at you. You hear Hannah's voice calling to you, telling you you are safe, you hear monitors begin screaming, the room is fading away and one word slips from your lips before you are fully engulfed in another flashback.
"Hotch."
