AN: Remember, this is NOT a short story. PLEASE review, I really enjoy reading them!

Ross stood with his arms crossed; standing over JJ. She was a medical miracle; there was no other way to explain it. Science couldn't explain it, nothing could. Except a miracle. Since her arrival on Christmas day, to now, days after Valentine's Day; Ross had watched as she went from essentially dead on arrival, to improving, to now, defying all odds.

Today, Agent Jareau was officially breathing on her own. The trach been removed two days before and while she had initially required some oxygen support, she was now breathing without assistance. Now was breathing completely on her own.

And she was speaking. Granted, her voice was raspy, and soft, but with time, Ross knew she would get there.

One thing, however, that was not improving, was JJ's reaction to touch. She still jumped when someone touched her, her heart rate would sky rocket when anyone came near her with any medical supplies. And despite everyone explaining what they were doing, despite JJ using any coping skills she had, her body still reacted. The monitors still recorded how frightened she was. She couldn't hide that.

"JJ," Ross pulled up a seat next to her. "Your team ganged up on me; and while I am confident I can handle a team of FBI agents," He smiled at her as she grinned at him. "I lost when my wife and Maria took their side."

"Yeah?" JJ said softly. She kept telling herself that Ross was a good guy, a good doctor, he had saved her life. But he still made her uneasy, everyone made her uneasy. Her eyes darted to the door, knowing one of her team was just outside and would never let anyone hurt her again.

"Yeah." Ross sighed and reached over and pushed the nurse call button. "Apparently, they think allowing you outside of this room for a little bit will help you."

JJ's eye went wide. "Outside?"

"Slow down there," He stood up. "Not outside."

"Why?" She missed it, missed the fresh air, the wind, all of it.

"Why? Because believe it or not, you are still not in fantastic shape. And we are in Oklahoma and there is a storm coming; its not the safest atmosphere for you my dear."

"Five minutes." JJ begged, "Please." The thought was tantalizing, it was so close. "I won't get hurt."

"I am not worried about you getting hurt, I am worried about you relapsing." He laughed as Maria came in with a team of nurses and a wheelchair. "However, I have lost again. I have been reassured you will have a body guard with you at all times and that it will only be five minutes." He moved out of the way as Maria locked the wheelchair into place and began transferring various tubes and wires over. "So, here is the compromise- I have agreed to let you go with Agent Morgan down the hall; there is an atrium two floors up. Its very quiet and you need an access code to get in there. You and Agent Morgan will have the entire area to yourselves; I believe the windows have been open all day; but you won't be exposed to any other patients." He reached behind Maria and began setting up the wheelchair with all of the required supplies. "But only for five minutes." He cautioned.

"How about ten?" JJ tried, feeling happiness for the first time in a long while.

Ross stopped and turned and looked at her. "No ma'am, you might not think it, but this is going to wear you out. You will be exhausted by the time you get back here."

"Just sitting." She still struggled to form a sentence, but her audience typically got what she was saying.

"Yes, but in case you've forgotten, sitting seems to take a lot of energy. That's right, Agent Jareau, I pay attention to your physical therapy."

"Let me try." She pleaded, watching as Ross took a seat next to her.

"No ma'am; I have finally gotten you somewhat stable. Tell you what, you handle five minutes today and then we will try for more tomorrow. Is that fair?"

"Not really." JJ huffed, but understood exactly where he was coming from.

"Well, sorry kiddo. I am laying down the law here. You are too important to me, to your team and family to allow for anything else to happen to you. And if something did, I am pretty sure Agent Hotchner would skin me alive- if your husband didn't get to me first."

JJ laughed softly, ignoring the pain that shot through her chest. "Okay, so is it okay if I check you out first?" Ross asked knowing now how to approach JJ. "Just listening to your heart and breath; nothing more than that. I have to check before you leave." He waited for her consent before slowly pressing the stethoscope to her chest. "Okay, you're good." He patted her gently on the hand. "Maria has to unhook you from all these monitors and hook you back up, okay? We have portable monitors and I am just not willing to take you off of them just yet."

JJ nodded and watched Maria as she unhooked the leads, tubes and wires before nodding at a team of a few nurses behind her. "Okay, we are just going to move you over."

Ross backed away, watching as the team carefully, expertly, transferred his patient from the bed to the wheelchair. He watched as JJ's expression suddenly changed to pained. "Are you okay?" He asked, watching as they gently set her down.

"Yes." JJ nodded, not wanting to tell the doctor anything. Her body was hurting, more than it typically did, but she knew if she said anything, her excursion would be ripped from her faster then she could ever dread.

They remained silent, working as a team to ensure that their patient was situated in the wheelchair. Once she was comfortable, Ross turned around and grabbed a folded blanket. "You keep this on you, do you understand?" He smiled at her as he gently tucked the blanket around her.

"Jay," Morgan walked in and smiled down at his friend. "I hear we are busting out of here." He grabbed the handles of the wheelchair.

"Not so fast, Agent Morgan." Ross stopped him. "I have a feeling Agent Jareau might try and convince you to stay away a bit longer. Five minutes. Tops."

"Spoil sport." JJ huffed as she felt Morgan begin to push the wheelchair out of the room.

"Let's get out of here." Morgan smiled, as he headed towards the elevator. He kept a close eye on JJ, watching as she looked around her, seemingly seeing everything for the first time. Multiple people smiled and waved at her as they rolled past.

"There's a lot of people." JJ whispered

"A lot of people have been taking care of you." Morgan replied, "I think at one point there was twenty two nurses and doctors in your room." JJ only nodded, didn't say anything. "They've taken good care of you JJ; from the moment you arrived at this hospital, they've taken wonderful care of you."

"I know." She replied softly, attempting to shift herself into a more comfortable position. Her body was aching beyond measure now, everything was hurting. But she couldn't readjust herself, didn't have the strength to move her body in any direction, and couldn't move below her waist. She still had a leg cast on her left leg and according to Ross, several pins in her pelvis, keeping it intact. She knew what had caused the injury, but was not ready to talk about that one. Not just yet.

The rest of the ride was quiet and JJ spent the peace taking in everything she could. Noises and voices, the sound of people. It was all so much and so welcome; for so long she had been locked away in a cell with no noise besides the beeping of machines. Noise right now, was welcome.

"Want to come back to me?" Morgan's voice ripped her from her daydream and JJ looked around. They were on the rooftop; in a small enclosed area with a peaceful garden. "We found this the other day, and Ross agreed to let you come see it."

JJ's smile widened tremendously as Morgan pushed her wheelchair closer to the flowers. JJ took it all in, the smell of the flowers, smell of an approaching storm, the wind on her face and the fresh air. She looked up and saw the sky, the sky. For the first time in a long time, she was able to look up and see the sky.

It was a cloudy day, humid, but perfect in every way. JJ remained silent as she took in everything, taking in everything she had missed for so long. The wind suddenly picked up and took her blanket off of her, sending it out and through the open window.

"JJ," JJ looked back to see Morgan taking off his jacket and wrapping it carefully around her; taking precaution not to jar her.

"I'm hot." She tried to shrug it off but didn't have the strength.

"Hot? Okay, well, just don't tell Ross." Morgan took the jacket back and sat down next to her, fiddling with his jacket.

"Morgan." JJ called his name softly.

"JJ?" He stood up, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

JJ shook her head, leaning back into the wheelchair. "I'm okay." She smiled at him. "Morgan. It wasn't your fault."

Morgan's head shot up and he looked at her. "JJ…"

"Listen to me…" She shivered, wondering why she was feeling cold in the humid air, "It wasn't your fault." She began coughing, her chest causing agonizing pain now but she unwilling to show anything to Morgan; not yet. He needed to hear this; needed to hear her.

"JJ," Morgan stood up; something was wrong.

"Morgan. Please. You…" She had to stop, to try and take a deep breath, "did nothing wrong." She fought to get out. Something was wrong. Something was going very wrong.

"JJ, we have to get inside."

"Not.. five…" She gasped, coughing. Blood suddenly began pouring from her mouth and Morgan reached over and helped JJ turn her head in time for her to expel the blood. "Minutes."

"JJ, I don't care." He was panicking. Something was very, very wrong. The monitors were alarming suddenly. JJ's body was trembling, her lips had blue tinge; her cheeks were red and Morgan reached over to touch her and pulled his hand back in alarm. She was burning up.

"Morgan…" JJ coughed; wheezing, struggling to get air into her lungs. She felt her body losing control, felt her body begin to shake hard. "Help." She arched her back in pain as a spasm wracked through her body.

"Okay, JJ, okay!" Morgan knew he needed to get her to Ross; knew a wheelchair couldn't do the stairs. He looked at JJ, at the wires and tubes connected to her and the wheelchair. "JJ, I am so sorry." He reached down her shirt and yanked off the leads, grabbing only tubes that he knew were connected to her lifting her into his arms. She cried out in pain and turned her head to his chest, trying to regulate herself as the pain intensified.

Morgan ran, he ran with her in his arms to the door and yanked. Nothing happened. He yanked again and again- the door didn't budge.

And as JJ cried out in pain again, as more blood spewed from her mouth; it began to pour down rain. And the door remained locked.