AN: Not my best, but its here! Also, I need to address this and be very clear about this- I write things happening to JJ because this is how I heal from my trauma, I relate to JJ even though she is fictional. Writing helps me heal... please leave it at that. If you have been following my stories, you know what to somewhat expect. I don't do fluff.
You have sat in your house, on the floor, in Ruthie's room for the past hour. You stare at her toys, her favorite blanket, her artwork she did at daycare. You stare at the empty toddler bed, the diapers, and sippy cup; you stare at her brand new pair of cowgirl boots she was going to stomp around the Houston rodeo in. And you know she never will, at least now with you.
The image of you walking hand in hand with the little blonde haired girl was shattered today; and you know you are never getting her back and tears begin rolling down your cheeks and you clinch her favorite stuffed cow closer to your heart. It has Ruthie's scent on it, and if you close your eyes, you can almost feel her. Almost.
You have lost her in two ways, both of which you know you are never getting her back. And once the FBI discovers her true identity; then it is came over for everyone. And Ruthie will go home with that scum currently taking up precious oxygen on your floor.
Jamie is watching her, and she hasn't moved since you have been home; you wonder if she has died either by natural circumstances or.. or not.
"Mom, where is the shovel?" Jamie's voice interrupts your thoughts.
You sniffle a bit. "In the basement behind the water heater." And then it hits you and you jump up. "Jamie.. Jamie what are you doing?"
He whirls around, anger in his eyes. "She is a dammed federal agent, we have to get rid of her before the feds bust in here…"
"They won't.." You shake your head.
"They won't? C'mon ma! They have been calling nonstop and you won't answer the damn phone! They know something is up."
"Did you kill her, Jamie?" You ask, dropping your voice.
He goes silent and you can tell he is about to answer, when your phone goes off again. Your eyes glance down and you see it is a text message from Aaron. Without thinking twice, you open the message and it is a picture of him holding Ruthie. Ruthie is safe, muddy and filthy but safe. She is smiling and waving.
"Call now." The text line says underneath it.
"She's safe, Jamie!" You smile at him.
And then it goes to hell.
Because outside you see numerous police cars pull up; and the unmistakable black SUVs.
"MA!" Jamie screams, "Get back!"
And it is utter chaos.
There is banging on the door, phones are going off, and then without warning, Jamie grabs you and a gun before pulling you to the window, instantly he begins firing out the glass and you know everything has just gotten much, much worse.
Because now, it is a hostage situation. And the FBI doesn't know it yet, but their agent is the hostage and she is your only way out.
You chew on your lip and this time when the phone rings, you answer.
"Aaron." Your voice takes on a different tone.
"Dr.."
You interrupt him immediately. "Back away from my house, you and all the cops get the hell off my property."
"Ellen, what is going on?" You can tell he is confused, has no idea.
"Get the hell off my property, you have five minutes to do it…" You take a deep breath. "Or I kill her."
There is silence for a brief moment. "Stay by your phone." You disconnect the call and glare at your son. "Is she breathing?"
He shrugs, "I don't know."
"Get over there and take her picture." You grab a newspaper and throw it at him. "Put that by her."
He does as he is told and you look at the picture before adding a message and sending it to Aaron. "Get off my property, or Agent Jareau dies." And a smile creeps across your face... now, now you are in control.