A/C Sorry for the delay, I have a lot of things in school I have to study for and it's been taking up my time. Anyways thank you for all the positive feedback and reviews, I really appreciate it. Enjoy the chapter.

JJ's Point of View

From the moment I saw Reid's sickly expression I knew that we were in trouble. Of course we were in trouble to begin with being locked in the cold basement of a psychotic killer with an obsession with our boss, but this made things all the more dismal. I could see Morgan giving me a look of concern.

"Go over there I think he's fainted," Morgan demanded as he struggled with the handcuffs obviously distraught that he couldn't do anything to help his friend. But that was how Malcolm had wanted it right?

I nodded silently and wobbled over the where Reid rested. His forehead was getting increasingly warmer and he seemed to be drifting in and out of delusions. He hadn't seemed sick when we were together for the last few days so what could have caused… and then it hit me. Reid had said Malcolm had cleaned and dressed the gunshot wound but I had never actually seen the initial damage.

"Reid, come on Reid, hey Spence stay with me alright," I said with as much compassion as I could muster trying not to go into hysterics at this sight. I had to be strong… for Reid.

He feebly lifted his eye lids and a dazed look filled his eyes. The fever was getting worse by the minutes and there was nothing we could do about it. We had no medicine, no resources, we didn't even have food. I looked back at Morgan with a pained expression.

"What, what's wrong?" Morgan asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"I think it's the gunshot wound. The unsub cleaned it, but I don't know how well. It might be infected," she confessed.

"You gotta check under the bandages. If it's infected… you'll know," he said grimly.

I braced myself for any gore that I was bound to experience. I was never that good with blood which is why being a doctor was out of the question when I was choosing my major. The FBI had its fair share of blood, but I normally made sure I didn't have to see it somehow. Witnessing the aftermath of a woman being ripped apart by dogs a few months ago had not helped my fear.

As I reached to peel off the medical tape that covered the bandage I noticed his leg was quite swollen. This was not a good sign and I wasn't sure whether to tell Morgan or not. I decided to proceed and mention everything once I knew for sure there was an infection. I began to count down in my head to the moment when I would rip it off a little… 1, 2, 3, rrrip.

I winced at the site that lay before me. His leg was most definitely infected. There was puss all around the wound and a purplish color surrounding it all over from the constant swelling. Before I knew it tears were pouring down my face and fear overwhelmed my senses.

"Well…" Morgan questioned quietly looking towards the ground.

"It's infected," she muttered bluntly but loud enough for him to hear.

Then I noticed Reid beginning to stir despite all his pain. His eyes portrayed a sense of confusion and a sickly status.

"JJ… It hurts," he croaked as he gained consciousness.

I wiped away my tears and then grabbed his bony hand affectionately to give him some kind of nurturing.

"Oh man…" Morgan exclaimed as he rubbed the temples of his forehead.

Ignoring Morgan's obvious distress over the situation I squeezed Reid's hand tighter.

"Don't worry; you're going to be alright. I won't let anything happen to you," I assured him as I tried to hold back the tears that wanted to come out so badly. If he saw me distraught I could only imagine how he would feel.

"I'm sorry," Reid whispered weakly struggling to keep his eyes open.

"W-What do you mean. You haven't done anything," I cried finally losing it at this sudden surprise.

"Y-yes…I did JJ. I let him get to you. He raped you JJ, and I couldn't protect you," Reid said now struggling with his own tears. I was utterly speechless as was everyone else in the room after Reid's confession. I had not been planning on telling Morgan at all and now… well now I would have to relive my hellish experience. I supposed it had begun to be mentally blocked out of my mind, but now I was shaking and couldn't breathe.

Suddenly the groan of the floorboards above ours heads broke the silence. Everything that had been building up inside me was on the verge of an explosion. My insides felt tense, but I was ready to let it all out. I let go of Reid's hand and ran over to the stairs.

"Get the hell down here you fcking bastard!" I yelled with all the strength I could muster.

"JJ, no!" Morgan reprimanded obviously shaken. "What are you doing?"

The doors opened spilling light into the darkness. I winced at it feeling like a vampire or something.

"Excuse me, but I do not appreciate this sort of behavior in my household. I don't want to have to punish you Miss. Jareau," he said with an eerie smile.

"You're never going to touch me again," I screamed not even looking back at my friends lying helplessly on the floor.

"No, I don't think I will. But like I said I do not like that attitude and a punishment will be given," Malcolm stated bluntly trying to sound smart when we all knew he was just like all the other unsubs who wanted to appear smarter than they really were.

I froze against the wall as he took his infamous gun out of his holster. Was he actually going to kill me now? Or worse, would he kill Reid or Morgan.

"Go and press yourself against the far wall or I'll shoot one of them in the head," he commanded.

What could I do? Once again I was in a situation where there was no other alternative. If anything happened to one of them it would be my fault.

Finally I noticed by looking quickly over my shoulder that he was dragging Reid up the stairs with him.

"No," I repeated over and over again sobbing as I stayed helplessly against the wall. It was as if I couldn't hear anything but my own cries. I could tell Morgan was yelling but I did not hear his complete words. The slam of the door broke the silence and once again our Reid was gone.

I broke out into hysterics and once again I could hear everything. Morgan was cursing fiercely and the floorboards continued to creek. My throat was becoming raw from the sobbing and my nose was running.

"JJ, c'mon, get a hold of yourself," Morgan snapped.

"NO! NO! NO! I will not get a hold of myself! This is entirely my fault and now he's gone," I screamed with sobs continuing.

This continued for who knows long. Morgan finally gave up and remained in silence as I continued in my neurotic state. I clawed at my skin and pulled at my hair but nothing could equal the pain of what my heart was enduring. Then about two hours after Reid's departure, Morgan spoke.

"What really happened JJ? I know you didn't tell me the whole story. How did you get here when he had the both of you? And what exactly did he do to you?" Morgan inquired calmly.

Taking a deep breath I knew he had the right to know and I would have to tell the tale sooner or later.

"You're right. I didn't tell you everything. I guess I was trying to… well… block it out. To be honest I'm not sure how he got both of us here at once. He had us both unconscious with the chloroform so I didn't see anything. But, I remember movement. I think he must've gotten a car somehow," I said.

"He could've even killed someone to get it," Morgan blurted out thinking aloud.

"But about… the other thing. Reid wasn't lying when he said that. He… he… he raped me. I was still out of it from the drugs so I can't remember everything, but I just remember him playing with my hair and being on top of me," I whispered feeling tears coming on again. I didn't think my eyes could generate anymore water after my last episode, but they did.

"I'm so sorry," Morgan said sincerely.

"And… the whole time I wasn't even thinking about getting away or anything. All I could think of was Reid. I kept shouting out Spence the entire time. Morgan… I can't talk about this anymore," I moaned.

"I know JJ, it's going to be alright," he said without much passion as if he didn't even believe it himself.

Finally I stumbled over to him and slid down the wall to sit next to him. Morgan gave me a weak smile and greeted me with warm eyes. I put my head on his shoulder, but not the same way it had been with Reid. He was my friend comforting me and that was what I needed to stay strong.