Sorry about the long wait! It was so hard to type, and then I was having laptop issues. Anyways, here's the next chapter! Hope it lived up to what you all expected.

Wow, just found the most AMAZING quote for this story. So great, in fact, that I'm going to put it in bold AND underline AND italics.

Secrets are made to be found out with time.

~Charles Stanford

Derek Morgan POV

Hotch was furious as JJ stood, gaping at the blonde figure in the doorway. "That's it! Jennifer, we need answers," he demanded, taking control like the natural leader he was.

The man in the door snorted. "Jennifer. Of course, you would run. I take it you don't know about Shelby or Walt or me?"

"No, no, and no," Morgan answered. "But answers would be very much appreciated."

"I'm Scott Barringer. Shelb—erm, Jennifer--"

"I got this one, Scott," JJ said coolly.

"Really? Last I remembered, you have something against talking..."

"Yeah, well last time I tried to tell someone, he dumped me. So I guess I have a pretty good reason," JJ spat.

"JJ, come here right now. You all can...stay here." Hotch said, addressing all the strangers in the room. He walked towards the room that JJ and Emily had questioned Jess in, and was followed by the rest of the team. He closed the door behind him.

"Who is Shelby?" Hotch asked, getting straight to the point.

JJ sighed, defeated. They already knew, anyways. "Me."

"Why?"

"Well, my dad liked the name Allie, but my mom..."

"JJ!" Rossi yelled. "This is so unlike you. What is going on here?"

"I changed my name. And my personality. I guess Shelby is shining through now. It must be the setting," JJ figured. Being back in the school definitely impacted her.

"Why would you change your name?"

"So he wouldn't find me."

"Who?"

"Walt. But that didn't work out so well."

"Who is Walt?" Reid asked.

"The man who attacked me, Jess, and all those other women."

"You knew him? How?"

JJ sighed. "This is going to take a while."

Hotch looked at her expectantly. "We have time."

"I was born Shelby. When I was five, my mom got pregnant again, and my dad left. Not sure why, he just did. After my sister was born, my mom remarried to a man named Walt. I was seven. I...he...I was seven. Only seven."

"JJ, did what happen to me happen to you?" Morgan asked, worried.

JJ looked up at him, then at Emily. They were surprised to see unshed tears shining in her eyes. "No. No! No it didn't. How can you think that?" she screamed. "No, you son of a bitch! No! NO! Leave me alone! Just leave! NO!" JJ began sobbing and stood up. Emily followed suit and tried to hug her, but JJ shoved her so hard she just fell to the ground. "No! No! No," She was crying so hard now that she fell to her knees. Cautiously, Morgan walked over and lightly embraced her. She was sobbing too hard to do anything. Slowly, one by one, each and every person in the room came over into the group hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

Rossi was taken aback. "Jennifer, you know this was not your fault, right?"

"Of course. What happened to me was all his fault. But everything else...everything else was my fault."

"Everything else?"

"My sister."

"JJ, that is not your fault."

"But it is. I trusted him! After he...even after years, years, I still trusted him. Because I kept my end of the deal, I thought he would keep his. It's my fault my sister is the way she is."

"No it is not!"

"But it is!" JJ wailed. "He told me that if I didn't tell anyone, he wouldn't touch my sister. He promised me! So I never told anyone. Never! Until I was sent home because Walt had a heart attack. Then I found out he did it to my sister. He lied to me! He lied, and so did my mom. She said she didn't know."

"JJ, maybe she didn't."

"But she did. Later, after I called the police, she finally admitted it. Of course, after telling them that all I do is cause trouble. My sister wouldn't admit to anything; it made it real, it made her dirty. But they threatened to take us away, and my mom couldn't stand to have Jess taken away. So she admitted it. I asked her why she told me she didn't know, and she said that it was because she didn't want to. Lame excuse. As if I wanted him to do that to me!"

Everybody stared at JJ with a mixture of emotions. Mostly pity and sympathy, although there was still confusion and worry. So she broke the silence. "My whole life revolved around him—my whole life. When I was little, he was the monster. When I ran away, I was running from him. When I came home, it was to keep him alive. I wanted more than anything to just kill him. And I could have, so easily. I could have slipped him the wrong pill, I could have just dehydrated him. But I didn't, because then people would know and my sister would be in danger. Because he wasn't worth it." She smiled a fake, ironic smile. "You know what's sad? The best thing about JJ is the fact that I can close my eyes and not see him. The best thing about not being Shelby anymore is finally being able to relax."

Reid's mouth was hanging open. "How old were you when it started?"

To his surprise, anger gleamed in her eyes as her head snapped up to stare at Reid. "You want details?" She asked angrily. "I am telling you what happened to me as a kid, and you want details?"

Reid looked terrified, so Hotch took over. "JJ, we need to know everything."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, it's just..." JJ took deep breaths to calm down.

"Take your time," Morgan suggested. "I promise, it does help to talk about it. It may seem hard at first, but you really will feel better."

JJ glared at him, her eyes seemed to burn holes in his face. "I doubt it. As a matter of fact, I tried to tell somebody, and it just made my life worse. I didn't even think that was possible, but it was. So no, talking does not help. Which is why I created JJ. Because she wasn't Shelby; because nothing ever had to happen to her. Because she was innocent."

Morgan and Hotch exchanged a meaningful glance. Hotch changed the subject: "Where did the name Jennifer Jareau come from?"

"Jennifer is Jess's middle name. Jareau is my aunt's maiden name: my mother's brother's wife. I thought it was different enough, I thought it was over. It wasn't."

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. You don't have anything to be sorry for. Just my parents." JJ took a deep breath. "She took him back. There was no physical evidence, so he wasn't convicted." She laughed cruelly. "Like me, my mother, and my sister as witnesses wasn't enough. Fucking crazy jury. But she took him back. After what he did to me, to Jess," she nearly spat her sister's name. Disgusted with herself, with her step-father. "Then Jess started running away, too. He blamed me for everything. But with neither of us there...he tried to rape my mother. Then, when that didn't work, he tried to kill her. It's ironic, isn't it? He m—he moles—uh, he hurt me and my sister for years. The first time he attacked my mother, the neighbors heard and called the police. Only took them ten years.

"He went free after completely ruining two lives for good, yet he got convicted for just giving her what she deserves."

"JJ, I don't even know what to say."

"Nothing" was her response. She stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Good question," she answered. "There's nowhere for me now."

"That's not what I meant--"

"I know." she said as she made her way to the door.

"JJ, you can't leave now. We still don't know everything—"

"Yeah, Hotch?" She exclaimed, turning back around. There was a certain fire in her eyes, which froze the team. "Because you all know more about me than I ever planned! Hell, you know more about me than anyone. And how can I expect you to understand, if even I don't?"

"What do you mean, you don't understand?"

"I—uh--" JJ spluttered. "Nothing. Nothing."

"Jayje, it's poison. It's eating you up inside. Soon, you will have to spit it out or it will kill you." Morgan said softly.

JJ looked up with a different type of sad on her face—no longer hurt, but more longing. "That's almost exactly what Daisy said to me, before I told her everything."

"Daisy? The one who punched you?"

JJ chuckled. "That's the one. Same old Daisy."

"Same old Daisy? What, has she beaten you up before?"

"No, no, nothing like that," JJ laughed again. "But she...well, she tried to smash her father's head in with a golf club."

The silence in the room was audible. "Um...you were friends with her? Didn't that make you feel...I don't know, unsafe?" Rossi tried.

"Nope. You see, she attacked him after he tried to abuse her. I mean, he and her mother were drunks that did abuse her, but he went a little to far and...well, the seven-iron was in reach."

"How did you meet her?" Reid asked.

"Same place I met Auggie and Queenie, and Scott, and Kat, and Freikin, and--"

"Queenie? Freikin?"

"Yeah. I was a bitch back then. Jules was bulimic, so I called her names like Princess, Queenie, etc. Auggie called her Twig. Ezra Freidkin was just plain Freikin."

"Oh. So you know them how?"

"Another long story."

"JJ, come on," Hotch insisted.

"No. Look, I'm sorry but I really do not want to talk about it right now."

Hotch sighed. "JJ, we have to know everything."

"Yes, and I respect that! Were you here the past fifteen minutes when I told you everything about my life? It's just this one thing—look, I just can't talk about it. Okay? I can't!"

Morgan looked at Hotch. JJ had just spilled her life story, about how she was molested and raped for years by her step-father. If she wasn't talking about this...well, it must be bad, he figured.

"Ugh, what the hell am I doing?" JJ groaned. "Look, all you need to know is one name. Walter Blaine."

"The bastard that article was about? What about him?"

"Walter Blaine...Walt."

"Oh, gosh. He's your step father?" Morgan asked. JJ nodded. He turned to Reid. "Hey kid, what exactly did the article say?"

"Um," he squeaked. He cleared his throat and let his voice return to its normal pitch before continuing, "They let a pedophile who sexually abused and raped his two step-daughters for over ten years walk free because they needed the jail cell."

"Jayje, I'm so sorry. Ten years, you must feel--"

"Don't tell me how I feel," she snapped, then winced. "I'm so sorry. I used to be a bitch...I guess it's the abuse thing. I'm becoming Shelby again. I worked so hard to become JJ and now...well, now it was ten years wasted. Ten more years. G-d, I was such a bitch!"

"You did what you knew how to. All you had ever learned was how to put up walls, how to block out emotions. So that's what you did. Nobody can ever blame you."

JJ nodded, holding back tears yet again. "Yeah, okay. Thanks. Go catch the asshole now."

Rossi sighed. "JJ, you're going to have to talk at some point."

"No, I won't."

"We already know."

JJ froze. "What—what do you mean?"

"Profilers, remember? He's targeting blonde, blue-eyed...prostitutes."

Whew! That was hard, again. More coming up next chapter—Garcia coming up next chapter! Yay!

So, reviews are very much appreciated. I am actually not sure if I am going to keep this, so please please PLEASE tell me what you think. Thanks!

And to anyone who was wondering, YES, I did intentionally use scenes from HG in this chapter :)

PS--who else is super excited for CM tomorrow night? I heard they are going to go more into JJ's backstory, but I don't know if this is true or not.

PPS--is it just me over-analyzing everything, or does anyone else notice all the similarites between JJ and Shelby in the actual TV shows?

wow, very long AN. Ciou for now!