Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. I genuinely appreciate your support. As you may have guessed, there are only a few chapters left.

WARNINGS: See the first chapter for warnings pertaining to this story.

Disclaimer: I do not Criminal Minds or its characters.

7:00 PM

For the first time in almost an entire day, JJ felt completely certain of what was going to happen next.

She was going to die.

And surprisingly, that thought didn't cause her entire being to be filled with horror. Instead, it was a peaceful calm that settled over her.

Though she was acutely aware that the man pushing her through the hospital wards would not let her go easily.

"Next, Jennifer, will be going through the pediatric wards—who knows what horrible bugs and germs are festering there. Again—one peep from you to try and get help and I'll kill the nearest person, and hopefully it will be a bratty little kid." He threatened again. JJ nodded slowly to show that she understood.

"This will be our last stop before we head to our final destination. Your friends by now will have discovered you are missing, and we'd hate for them to join us prematurely, wouldn't we?"

"I don't understand." JJ spoke for the first time in several hours, "What—" She paused to catch her breath, easily finding her energy gone. "What did you do to me?"

"Tsk tsk Miss Jareau. Asking questions out of turn will not be tolerated." Disconnecting the oxygen that was supporting her, he smirked. "There, that should keep you from asking me stupid questions."

"They'll find—you." JJ promised weakly, struggling to force the air in and out of her lungs. "My team—they'll—"

"Really?" He smiled as he wheeled her down the hall, nodding at a male doctor he recognized before mocking the woman in the chair, "Just like when you told them I was the one who killed your boyfriend, what did your team do?" He mused, his eyes dancing in delight as he pretended to think. "Oh, I remember, they held you down while I gave you medicine that helped me kill off any chance you had of surviving this." He sneered, "I don't think your team will be of much help, Jennifer."

Forcing herself to speak, she needed to at least understand. "Why?" She rasped, finding it increasingly hard to breath. "Why me? Why my…family? Why are…you…doing…this?" She forced the words out slowly, each word draining the small reserve of energy she had even further.

The doctor stooped down, his mouth close to her ear, JJ gagged as she smelled the ugly scent of stale cigars that seemed burned into her olfactory glands. "Because I can."