JJ's body felt heavy, as if her veins were laced with lead. Her repairing shoulder had gone backwards and the now yellow bruise was swelling and darkening by the minute. She moved it backwards and hissed out in pain as she felt something dislodge. She yelped and took the chance to look around the room she was in.

She looked over and saw concrete walls, industrial units and garage tools. Perpendicular to the wall she was up against was a wooden wall. It was painted blue and it was completely out of place. To the left of the shelving units was a small slit at the top of the wall, providing minimum light. In the far right corner there was a dingy lamp and it shone a dirty yellow. The floor was basic cement and JJ trailed her eyes along the floor until she was staring at her feet.

She was sat up in a chair with her ankles chained and padlocked to the chair legs. Her arms were resting on the chair arms and her wrists were bound by masking tape. Her hands were palm up and there was an arrow drawn in her left hand pointing to her chest. She slowly looked down and gasped as she felt her heart rate increase.

There was a bomb pack strapped to her chest and wires connected everywhere. A red, yellow and blue wire were attached to a pack the was steadily beeping. JJ could sense someone else in the room but couldn't locate anyone. She slowly turned her head, ignoring the screams from her shoulder. She looked left, then right as she tried to pinpoint a figure. Just then JJ heard someone clear their throat. She jumped at the sound as a man walked in to the room carrying a rolled up blanket. Something was in the blanket but JJ didn't know what.

"Jennifer, Jennifer. Oh boy, you've looked better," said the man. His voice was rough and deep and it echoed around the room, filling JJ's head and sending shivers down her spine.

He threw the blanket on the ground and it met the floor with a thud. A corner of the blanket lifted up and JJ could see a small hand; fingers curled.

"Hey there pretty girl," he muttered as he stepped closer to JJ.

"Don't touch me!" JJ yelled as his fingers stroked her face.

"Oh. You don't like that huh? Is only Will allowed to do that? Oh you don't like hearing his voice? Is that because you know he'll be ashamed of your current relationship with Derek?"

"Stop," JJ flinched at how much he knew. How long had he been following them?

"The poor guy isn't even buried six feet under yet and you're already dancing all over his dead body with another man!"

"Stop it!" she shouted.

He walked around the chair and stood behind JJ. She felt vulnerable. She couldn't see him, one of her senses was blocked and she did not like that. He pulled on JJ's hair band and her hair tumbled down her shoulders. He wound his fingers in her locks and JJ held back the gag.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her hair, "Oh the things I could do to you,"

JJ jumped at the sound of his voice in her ear, "You wouldn't dare,"

"Oh honey, don't push me," his hands trailed down her neck and to the front of her blouse. He undid the top two buttons of JJ's blouse and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.

JJ sat still as a statue as his fingers laced her blouse collar. Then he abruptly stopped and walked towards the door.

"Do you want anything? Water? Food?"

"Just some water," JJ replied.

"Where's your manners gone sweetie?"

"Please," she spat out.

"Oh dear. I'm gonna have to change that," he said as he left.

JJ took the opportunity to allow the tears to roll down her cheek. She felt them stream down her neck and plop into her lap. She breathed out her mouth up at her eyes to dry them.

"Hey, you ok?" she called softly to the figure on the floor.

There was no answer but JJ could see wires escaping the cloth. The body was also strapped to a bomb.

JJ heard the man return. He opened the door and walked inside with a bottle of water. He put it to her lips after opening the lid. JJ took a long gulp and swallowed it down. He put the lid back on and placed the bottle on the floor.

"You know, the team just didn't like my hints. I guess they needed you there to figure it out,"

"What do you mean?" JJ asked, puzzled.

"I left hint after hint. Clue, after clue. And they still don't know who I am. I was there,"

"You were where?" JJ asked again.

"See, even you don't know. I thought you might have figured it out. After all I witnessed your husband's murder!" he teased.

"What do you mean!" JJ repeated louder.

"I was in that bank. I placed the bombs when I went to the bathroom. They're my 'signature' I guess you say," he said as he placed a camera in front of JJ's chair. He set up another one perpendicular to it.

"How did you get out?"

"I faked a seizure. Got wheeled out on a stretcher," he pressed a button on both cameras and a red light flashed on both, "Ahh the realisation on your face. They don't give you enough credit Jennifer, why do you stay?"

"They're my family," JJ whispered shocked.

"Your family? No this is your family," he said as he kicked the blanket off the body.

Lying on the floor was a little boy's body.

"Henry!" JJ screamed as the man moved the body to the perpendicular wall. He chained him to another chair and left the room.

"Have fun. Your 'family' is watching,"

JJ stared into the camera unaware that Garcia was staring back.