A/N: I have a new story coming out.. maybe tonight, but soon! Not sure if it will be a one shot, or more! Just letting ya'll know! Thank you all so much for your reviews. I got a PM asking me why I always write JJ being hurt stories (and why some themes are repeated!) Read my profile.. the answer is literally in there!
Also, just like before, I need you to choose between JJ's two choices at the end! Let me know which one:
STAY
or
GO
Thanks for the reviews:
The woods were thick, thick with trees and brush, creatures and critters, and rising water. A powerful storm had rolled in, dumping multi inch rain totals on the large national park. And in that park, dumped as if she were a bag of trash, was Jennifer Jareau; oblivious to the rising water surrounding her.
Slowly, however, she was becoming more and more aware of a few things. First, she was cold, very, very cold. Where she was, was never this cold, the bastad had at least made sure that she didn't die from exposure. The second thing she relaized was that horriable metal contraption around her neck was gone- she felt as if she could breathe again!
Oh my God, was she free? Her mind was slowly becoming less clouded, her thoughts easier to understand and comprehend. She sat wherever she was, trying to take in her situation as much as her body would allow her. She moved her hands a bit, yep, they were still tied behind her back- but this time when she turned her wrist, she noticed how loose the bindings were! In one flick on her uninjured right wrist, JJ almost gasped when the rope simply fell off! Immediately, she tore off the blindfold, the gag, the restraints around her ankles! She was free!
Her heart rate picked up as she took in her surroundings. She wasn't in the stall anymore, no this place was different. And just as quickly as her heart rate picked up, it plummeted again.
JJ knew she couldn't walk, Steven had taken a bat to her ankle, making sure she would not escape. She didn't want to look at it, she could feel the pain, she didn't want to see the damage done. Of course, on top of her injured ankle, there were too many injuries to count- to worry about.
And when she felt the familiar sense of thirst and nausea- JJ knew she was in even more trouble than she was when she was held by that psycho. Her blood sugar was dangerously high, she could tell that without pricking her finger. JJ had no idea how long she had been without insulin but knew that without it, Steven would be the least of her problems.
JJ knew deep down, what he had done to her. She wasn't a profiler for nothing- it was just another part of his game. She couldn't count on her team to rescue her right then, it was all up to her. And as far as JJ knew, Steven was hiding somewhere, just waiting for her to move.
So, now she had a choice to make. Did she allow herself to attempt to move away, find another spot and maybe, somehow make it to rescue? Her injuries prevented her from walking at all, she would have to crawl and it would take a long time. Time she was sure she didn't have without insulin.
Or should she wait, not give Steven the adrenaline she knew he was looking for in chasing and hunting her down? Wait, in that one spot like a sitting duck for rescue?
JJ took a deep breath and with careful thought, made her choice.