Junge Frau

Several days later, everyone was there. Sara had been moved to a room just a few rooms down from Hotch. Hotch was sleeping in his own-ish bed. While Sara was still sleeping from the comatose state that she's in. JJ and Garcia were sitting in Sara's room, JJ was just staring at her umpteenth cup of coffee while Garcia was catching some sleep. It was late at night and it was seriously quiet on the hospital floor. The nurses would come in and out of Sara's and Hotch's rooms. Checking up on them time to time. When the doctor said Sara was ready to come out of the comatose state, several nurses and the doctor entered the room. JJ looked up and when she saw them enter, she poked Garcia and she was instantly awake.

"What? What is it?" Garcia was confused on what was going on. She hadnt been living on much sleep lately, and she didnt really feel like it. But several naps here and there she was good to go.

"I think they are in here to wake Sara up." JJ said as she stood. Garcia stood as well and the nurses ushered them out and went back in. Garcia saw Morgan come up to her and she just hugged him tightly, not letting him go. Morgan wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her nerves. Reid walked up next to JJ and he had a worried look on his face. JJ looked up to him and patted his shoulder.

"She's going to be just fine, Spence." she whispered quietly towards the now second younger agent. She turned her head towards the hallway to see Emily coming out of Hotch's room. She nodded towards her as Emily nodded back and walked up to them. She folded her arms over her chest and stood there silently. JJ was worried about her team, and especially Hotch and Sara. She didnt know how long until Hotch will break down. She didnt even know how long Sara will become a normal kid again. Why did James pick her team? She lowered her head and stepped away from the group for a moment. She rounded the corner and just let the tears flow, sliding down the wall and just putting her face into her hands.

"JJ?" she heard a rough voice as she looked up and cleared her blurry vision. She saw Hotch, at his most vulnerable time, he looked kinda..weird. She immediately stood straight and wiped away her tears.

"Hotch, Im sorry..I just-" she was caught off by him shaking his head slowly.

"Its understandable." he cleared his voice and looked down the hall towards the team. He then looked back at her, she looked like she hadnt had any sleep what so ever. He furrowed his brow slightly.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asked her.

"I dont know, I have just been drinking coffee, and answering my cell." she let out a small sigh and a tiny smile. "Honestly, Im perfectly fine." which was the most outrageous lie of the year.

"Jennifer, you are not fine, you are exhausted." he was trying to comfort his friend. She certainly needed it. He seemed like him old self now, but when he heard coughing coming from Sara's room they both went down there, as fast as he could. Once they reached her room, she was making a face, the doctors trying to get her to say what day it was. Sara looked up towards the doctor and nurses and she looked back over towards the door. Coughing again she studied the first face she saw.

And that was Morgan. She coughed again and leaned her head back. Feeling tired and just really drowsy.

"Good evening! Can you tell me your name and birthdate?" the doctor asked. She looked at him weirdly and nodded slowly.

"Sara Andersan. 7..15..1986.." she said quietly but loud enough for the doctor to hear her. The doctor smiled and nodded, writing down on her chart.

"Sara, what is today's date?" he asked her.

"January 17...2009?" she felt like that was the wrong date, but she couldnt think of anything else. The doctor praised her (even though she was off by a year) and wrote something down on her chart again. Waving in the members of the team, they went in one by one, and then the nurses left. They were around the doctor and Sara watching what was going on. Garcia was still holding onto Morgan, but just his hand. Hotch was forced to sit down, and he didnt have the portable machine any more.

"Sara, do you remember anyone in this room? And if so, what is his or her name?" the doctor casually placed her chart over his name that was on his coat. She furrowed her brows and looked around the room. Feeling pressured she gripped the sheet that was covering her waist down. She shook her head and looked down.

"Sara, what are you feeling?" the doctor sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Im feeling..co-confused, and scared.." she whimpered slightly.

"Why are you scared, Sara?" he asked.

"I feel pressured." she quietly said. She hid her face from the people in the room and Rossi stepped up.

"No need to feel pressured, kiddo." he quietly said. The doctor shot a glare to him and faced Sara again. She was looking up now, staring at Hotch. Hotch was staring back, profiling her without being noticed by the others. She scrunched up her face and she looked down to her sheets.

"Stop profiling me, Aaron Hotchner." she looked up to the rest of the group, as they started to giggle/chuckle. The mood instantly increased happily and Sara looked back to her hands. The doctor placed his hands across his chest, just to hide his name. Sara looked at the doctor, her brain working over time to figure out the people in the room. She cleared her voice and let out a huff.

"Dr. Justin Lewis." she nodded towards the doctor once. He nodded towards her and scribbled on the piece of page. She lookd around the room and landed on Rossi. Studying him she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Something Rossi..that's all I can think of." she mumbled quietly and let out another huff. Dave smiled a bit and nodded once towards her.

"Your doing good kid." Dave praised her, only time will tell.

Sara gripped the sheet again as her eyes landed on Morgan. She was thinking and nodded three times and took a deep breath.

"Derek..Mor-Mo-Morgan?" she asked it as a question as she immedately shifted her gaze towards the doctor. He and the rest of the group smiled proudly as she moved onto the next person. Who just happened to be little innocent Spencer Reid. Her gaze immediately dropped and she sighed. Reid was getting his hopes way to high for her to remember him. He just stayed still, waiting for her to say something. Sara shook her head and she grabbed another hand full of her sheets. She was fighting to remember who he was. So they would be proud of her. Dr. Lewis put a hand onto her hand and looked at her sternly.

"If you dont remember, its okay, they understand." he calmly said to her. She was freaking out and she pulled her hand away.

"No, its not ok, I cant remember much. All cause of the person I stupidly chased into the woods, where I got lost. Then, I ran out onto the road and Hotch, Emily Prentiss and Rossi got out of the vehicle. Then the man kidnapped me and Hotch. Bringing us back to this god-awful house and kept us in this freakin basement for two days until we escaped. Then his dad took us to this house, where he kept us for god-knows how long. Where he hurt me. He hurt me in the most awful way, degrading me, then torturing me to give out all of your information, which, I didnt. He then just used me as a tissue, beating the crap out of me and just hurting me. I cant remember anything of that and now, I wake up and cant remember Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, Dave, and Penelope Garcia!" Sara broke down, crying out of shame and embarrassment. Hotch had gotten up and he just put his arm around her carefully. She leaned on him still crying.

"Oh God, Hotch, he freakin hurt m-me!" Hotch tried to calm her down, saying that it was over, he was gone, and how she was still here. After a few more minutes she had pulled away and just stared at her lap. She took several deep breaths, collecting her thoughts and she processed what she just said.

"I remember.." she mumbled quietly. The doctor nodded towards her, standing he wrote down a few more things and stepped out into the hall. Hotch following him close behind, once the door was shut he turned towards the doctor.

"When is she able to go home?" he asked.

"In a couple of days..I want to see how she's holding up tomorrow, and if she gains enough psychical strength, I'll release her. She will be able to fly, and you are cleared." he patted the older man's shoulder and walked away. Hotch went back into his room, and sat on the edge of his bed. Taking in everything that was going on.

She remembered.