A/N: Guardianship, as I can best explain it quickly, is becoming a person's parent. You (usually) make all of the decisions for that person, including consenting to medical treatment.
It's as you are sitting in the back of the SUV, Hotch on one side of you, Emily on the other as Morgan guides the vehicle out of the parking lot; that you realize you have been tricked.
"Where are we going?" You growl at Morgan. The SUV is headed North, away from the cemetery.
"To the hospital." Hotch answers dryly, as he reaches behind you and uncuffs your hands.
"You said we would go to the cemetery!" You want to shout at him, but find, for some reason, you simply do not have the energy.
"I said I would drive you there if you agreed to go to the hospital." His voice remains cold, distant. "I did not say when."
You glare at him, beyond angry that he tricked you. "You tricked me." Your voice is low.. you do not bother to hide any of your anger towards him.
"To bad." His response fools you, you did not expect that.
You shake your head and look away, not wanting to converse with any of them right then; and even as they try and talk to you, you ignore them. You couldn't even succeed in killing yourself, couldn't even succeed in making it to see your son and husband. You simply cannot succeed at anything.
You are not sure how long you have been in the car when Hotch is talking to you again.
"Get out." He commands. You look up and see that they, again, have you trapped. Emily is still sitting at your side, her body language giving you all the information you need. She is there as a friend to be there for you, she is also acting as a federal agent and refusing to give you any chance of escape.
"Screw you." You tell him, almost daring him to do something.
"Do I need to cuff you?" He asks. "Because at this point, I have no problem doing it." You watch as he reaches behind himself and grabs the silver handcuffs. And you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the familiar feeling of a flashback coming on.
You body starts to shake, and somewhere, you hear Morgan yell at Hotch to put the cuffs away- you find yourself clinging to their voices- to anything that will stop you from falling into that flashback.
"JJ, c'mon." You hear Emily gently encourage you. "It's time to go inside."
"I don't want to." You whisper. "Please, don't make me." You are exhausted, emotionally ready to just give up.
"JJ, you have to." Emily says softly.
You shake your head. "I won't consent to treatment." You explain, knowing your rights. They cannot touch you if you do not consent. "I won't sign anything."
And you hear nothing.. only silence for a moment and your heart slows down. Maybe, maybe they have seen that you won that argument. Until Hotch fucks up your life again.
"You don't have to. I took guardianship; right now, I make all of your decisions."
And all you can do is cry; you have lost all control. Again. Your life isn't yours anymore, just like it wasn't months ago. And despite everyone's promise that "it will get better." It is only getting worse.
