AN: PLEASE READ THIS AN! This chapter is exceptionally disturbing, I am warning you now. It shows how hard JJ fought until the very end, it describes how horrific the testing was and describes more of what was going on and who was holding JJ. BUT, like I said, this is extremely rough read. I do have a much much more graphic version, but will not be posting it here. If you want that, just PM me and I will send it on. Please do not review and say something about the content of this chapter and how disturbing it is, here is your warning not to read if this stuff disturbs you. I am beyond nervous about this chapter but forced myself to do it. Hell, this is nothing compared to 50 Shades of Grey. This chapter carries a HEAVY RATED "R". Another AN is at the bottom.
Doc was furious, beyond furious. Maggie had slipped up and slipped up bad. He knew the FBI had caught on and knew they had her in their custody.
"Damn it!" He stood up and chucked his coffee cup at the wall, breathing heavily as it shattered. JJ had pulled a fast one on him and she had gotten him good.
She was able to speak, he knew it, and once she spoke, she would reveal all about Maggie and how he, Doc, still had access to her. She would tell about the cameras and microphones, and she was strong enough now to give plenty more details about her ordeal then when she had first been found.
And she was going to live. She was going to survive and she was going to thrive. And that scared Doc, scared him immensely. He had seen her mad on a few occasions and he knew what she was capable of when she was livid. It never turned out well. His mind quickly flashed back to one of the many times he had encountered her wrath:
"Where the hell is she?" Doc was frantic. He had gotten a text from Leaff that their girl had escaped. That somehow, even in her weak condition, she had managed to take out a guard and get out of her locked cell. They had lost track of her instantly.
Leaff shook his head, sweat pouring down his forehead. "No idea, sir. We are searching and the compound is locked down. She cannot get out of here…" He paused realizing what he had just said.
"How long has she been missing?" He growled, stepping into the cell room where JJ had been held.
"At least an hour that we know of," Doc's cheeks flashed red with anger. "We had put her back to bed around 11:45, the guard was in place. We came back to check as we always do and noticed the guard on the floor and the door open." Doc groaned. This was bad. Very bad.
"Did you check the cameras?"
Leaff nodded again, "We saw her leave the room at 11:56," Doc checked his watch, it was now 1:30. She had been missing for close to two hours. Fuck.
Doc drew in his breath, "When we find her, we GPS her, got it?" It was not something he ever had done, but had kept the device and chip in cases just like this. "We cannot afford for something like this to happen again; find her and we will deal with her." He knew she hadn't left the compound, she couldn't have. There were too many security measures in place; she would need a scan card to get out of any door; the compound was designed in a way that anyone not familiar with it, would easily become dizzyingly lost. She was in the compound. Somewhere.
Leaff nodded and began walking away, a taser in his hand. Leaff knew once they found her, that she would be in a hell of a lot of trouble. Doc was livid and he knew the guard was out of a job.
"C'mon JJ, don't do this," Leaff spoke loudly, trying to draw the blonde from her hiding place. He cared for her, she had become his assignment, his sole focus during his shifts. He felt as if he knew everything about her; was usually with her except for some of Docs more… intimate procedures. And when those were done, Leaff would be summoned in and gently remove the restraints before wrapping her in a warm blanket and taking her back to the cell. He never asked what happened during those sessions, but he knew it was violent as JJ would scream as she was taken into the room; she was typically bleeding by the time it was over. And Leaff never asked, he never wanted to know.
One of those sessions had occurred this morning and Leaff had thought that JJ was out cold; the guard sure did. Leaff had gently laid her down on the bed and walked out of the cell, shutting the door behind him. And as he thought back to the memory, something red on the floor had caught his attention. Tiny red droplets. Blood.
He smiled, relieved that most likely, he would be the one to find her. He knew how to hold her and not get hurt, he knew how to restrain her without risking her breaking any of his bones. He knew she was capable of that.
"Good girl," he cooed, following the trail. And then he stopped. No. JJ was exceptionally intelligent, she would not have just let them find her that easily. It was a trap and he smiled again. He would not follow the trail and he reached for his radio to alert the rest of the team of the trap. But as his hand reached down, he groaned with realization that he had left his radio back in the control room. He rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, heading back to the control room.
Doc huffed as he became angrier and angrier; he was angry at Clyde and Leaff and livid with the guard who had been taken out by a petite, sick woman. He took a deep breath, working to calm himself down and remember what his therapist had told him; to use those wonderful coping skills. Stopping, Doc closed his eyes and practiced his calming thoughts before recentering himself.
It worked; he wouldn't murder JJ once he found her. He would make her pay, but he wouldn't kill her. Yet.
And then he saw something on the ground; red droplets. Blood. And he smirked before grabbing his radio and speaking into the piece. "I think I found her, hallway three, corridor two," he whispered, knowing a security team would be there momentarily.
"JJ, come on out sweetheart," He cooed, a smile on his face. "You cannot go anywhere, we have you." He grabbed his scan card and swiped it against the card reader before hearing the telltale click, allowing him access to the room. And then he stopped; something was not right. He walking further into the vacant room, another exam room. "C'mon, JJ. We are done playing games now." His voice became colder as he ventured further into the room. "JJ…"
It happened in a second, he heard footsteps and then felt something being wrapped around his heck and pulled tightly. Panic immediately overtook him as he clawed at the cord that was strangling him. He fought and reached behind him to shake her off, but she was quick, a lot quicker then he was. He was able to get a hand free and instantly pressed the emergency button on his radio.
Within seconds, Doc heard the door being slammed open, heard shouts and screams and suddenly was able to take a deep breath as JJ was ripped from him. Doc bent forward, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
When he looked back up, he saw three guards holding JJ down on the ground; she was still fighitng. Still struggling, still trying to bite and spit.
"You…" Doc coughed eyeing JJ. "Are in a lot of trouble." He glared at her, watching as the fight continued. "Take her to exam four." He ordered to one of the guards.
"No!" JJ screamed and began fighting harder. She knew what exam four was used for and she despised going into "that" room. "No!" She somehow got her leg free and slammed it into the groin of the largest guard who collapsed instantly in pain.
"Doc?" One of the guards reached into his belt, waiting for instructions.
"Jennifer," Doc hissed, watching as she nearly took out yet another guard. "You will stop fighting us or you will be sedated." He warned, growing tired of this cute game.
"Fuck you." JJ spat, bucking her hips to get another guard off. One of the guards mistakenly reached over her to pull her sleeve up and exposing her arm. And as he reached over, JJ took her chance and bit down hard. The guard screamed in pain and hit her hard in the face to get her to let go. He pulled back and groaned as he saw the bloody mess left.
Doc watched, stunned. JJ was fighting, still fighting, even after nearly a year. And she was incredibly strong.
"Boss?" Doc looked up to see one of the guards struggling to restrain JJ. Doc didn't want her sedated, he wanted her wide awake for what was to come; he wanted, no, he needed her awake for her punishment.
JJ was not wearing down and Doc was almost frightened to come near her and knew that the security team was getting pissed. She had taken out three of their men and was on her way to the fourth.
"Do it," Doc nodded at his lead guard. "JJ, last chance. Stop fighting." Doc warned, knowing full well she wouldn't.
It happened quickly, the guard shot the taser straight at JJ, the leads piercing her skin. "Clear away!" The guard ordered and instantly, all hands were removed from JJ and she tried to sit up.
Instantly, a buzz of electricity shot through her body and JJ fell backwards as a wave of pain hit her. "Are you done fighting?" JJ heard Doc ask.
"No.." JJ gasped. Her body pleading with her to stop fighting. But it was a lie, she couldn't fight anymore; the effects of the taser had caused significant pain and the adrenaline had pumped out of her body.
Doc laughed as he looked down at her, "I think, my dear, you are." He smiled and nodded to the guard to go ahead and handcuff her. "Exam four." Doc repeated before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
He huffed loudly before walking into his office. This was a damn mess; he knew what he was about to do could jeopardize the validity of his procedure from this morning but he didn't have a choice. He scanned his security card that allowed him access to the medical supply closet.
The closet was fully stocked, anything he needed was available. If he needed to do emergency surgery, he had the supplies. If he needed to intubate and put a patient on a ventilator, he had the supplies. Medications, machines, he had access to all of it. And while he was the lead physician at the facility, he was nowhere near the top of the ladder. He actually had no idea who was in charge, it had to be someone with unlimited financial resources. Someone who could fund an underground, massive compound complete with imaging rooms, an operating room and multiple exam rooms. The complex housed two control rooms that allowed staff to continuously monitor any patient in their care. Not to mention the absolute security that surrounding the complex; the security that came in handy when their latest victim had tried to escape. Whoever was running the joint had enough resources to provide for a fully functioning security team. And Doc didn't ask questions; he was given full range. Whatever tests or experiments he wanted to run, he had full permission. The only stipulation was he had to share his research with the higher ups. He had no idea what happened after that.
JJ was nothing short of a pain in the ass, a challenge and frequently more trouble then she was worth. But, she was also a huge success, after all, she had survived. So, her worth was exceptional. Even the higher ups were interested in her and were planning on a visit soon.
He grunted as he searched for the device he needed; he knew he kept it in a secure place; it was for exceptional use only. The entire compound only had one in the entire facility. In the two years it had been there, not one person had ever had to use it.
Until today. His fingers ran along the top shelf searching for the small case; he found it rather quickly and stuffed it into his pocket. He heard JJ yelling furiously at the guards and chuckled softly at the fight she was giving the guards. He owed them a few beers after this shift!
He grabbed his security card once more and pressed it against a door; giving him entrance to a department that handled technology. One man sat inside, fiddling with a computer.
"Ian," Doc barked at the man and held out the case. "I need this activated, immediately." He growled handing the case over.
Ian nodded and took it in his hands before realizing what it was. "Are you sure?"
Doc nodded, "yes…"
Ian looked down and then went over to another computer. "Which patient?" He asked.
"JJ," Doc replied.
Everyone at the facility knew her, knew JJ. They had all restrained her at one point or another; many had been injured by her. She was a favorite though and when Ian saw the case, he knew shit must have gone down.
"What happened?" He asked, accessing the computer program.
Doc shook his head, "she almost escaped."
Ian went silent for a moment before whispering under his breath, "damn, she's feisty!" There was silence as Ian worked his magic, and in record time, he handed the case back to Doc. "Once its implanted, it will monitor her location at all times. It has a security code in it that will not allow her to cross certain points in the complex unless someone with a coded badge is near her. If she tries to run again, the chip will catch her and stop her from crossing any hallways. Sort of like an alarm system, an invisible grid is up, like a safety net. If senses her getting close and will arm itself and let us know there is an issue. If she crosses it unattended… well… she won't feel good for a while."
Doc nodded, even he was surprised at the technology in his hands. "Thanks Ian," Doc said before turning away.
"Doc," Ian called out. "One more thing; you need to make sure that is implanted where she cannot access it at all." Ian looked away, hoping Doc understood what he was saying.
Doc nodded again; before heading back towards exam four. When he entered, he saw JJ breathing heavy on the exam table. Leaff was with her now, trying to help her calm down. Monitors had been attached to her chest and Doc saw that her heart was racing.
"Doc," Leaff nodded as Doc stood next to JJ watching the monitors. "She's a bit angry right now." Leaff explained, seeing Doc now wearing his medical scrubs. That meant only one thing, this was going to get messy soon.
"I can see that," Doc smiled before grabbing his chair and scooting near JJ's head. "You ready to calm down yet?" He asked softly, reaching over and stroking her blonde hair away. "You put up a good fight, JJ. You really did!" He held up the small case, "but, we cannot risk you running like that again. We've never had to use this before, so congratulations on being the first."
JJ's eyes went to the small case in his hands, not wanting to guess what was about to happen. She had been so close to escaping, so close.
"JJ, you know the type of procedures we do in this room," Doc cooed. "You know what is about to happen, so lets make it easy on the both of us, okay?" He requested, squeezing JJ's hand. "I promise, I will do this very quickly as long as you cooperate. I have to place this somewhere that you cannot remove it yourself; unfortunately, you have proven yourself to be very crafty. That only leaves a few places…"
JJ watched as the contents of the case were extracted and then placed into what could only be described as a tube with a plunger on top and a sharp and long needle emerging from the bottom. She didn't have to guess what was about to happen.
She struggled again, forced her legs together, anything to prevent this from happening to her. She refused to beg, she wouldn't do it. She continued to struggle as Leaff removed her gown and her underwear, as he refused to give her a blanket, leaving her completely exposed.
JJ knew this was going to be bad, she could tell by the way Leaff was looking at Doc and she braced herself for it.
"JJ, I need you to relax for me sweetheart." She heard Doc say as she felt his hands again on her. Instead of relaxing, JJ squeezed her thighs closer and tighter together. "JJ, c'mon now," Doc said, trying to separate her legs to gain access. But she wouldn't budge, it was the last bit of control she had. "Jennifer," Doc's voice was stern now as he again attempted to move her legs apart. She was really trying his patience today.
"No." JJ spoke. "No." She said again, refusing to allow him to do this.
Doc huffed and took in a deep breath, it wasn't worth the argument right then. "Fine, JJ. Fine." He stood up and came back with a large needle in his hands. "You really are a pain my ass, Jennifer." He reached over to grab her arm.
But she wasn't done fighting just yet; and for the briefest of moments, Leaff and Doc took their eyes off the powerful FBI agent. And she took her chance, adrenaline coursed through her system again and with one fluid motion, JJ reached up and grabbed the syringe before slamming it into Doc's arm and forcing the sedative into him.
Doc felt it instantly, heard Leaff shouting before he hit the ground, sleep overtaking him.
Doc shook his head the mere memory, and that had just been one instance of JJ's resilience. Her resilience and attitude. He distinctly remembered waking up hours later and vomiting everything that was in his stomach. God, it had felt horrible. The sedative had horrible side effects and it was the first time he had felt it. No wonder JJ despised it.
And now, well damn it, now she would talk about everything. She would reveal the research project, the details of the compound. She would be their downfall and if she took them out, if there was even the slightest inkling that she would pose a threat, Doc had been ordered to quickly put an end to her.
And that was working well in the home; when he had complete access to her through Maggie and the numerous microphones and video cameras. And as he groaned in frustration and panic, his eyes flickered back to the screen.
A face peered back at him; before speaking. "You must be Doc," the voice was firm, powerful. A badge was pressed up against the screen. "My name is Agent Hotchner; I am with the FBI." He took a deep breath. "Before we go any further, Will and Henry are in protective custody and are long gone. You will not find them." Another deep breath and the anger in his voice was ever present. "And you will never lay another hand on my agent again."
And Doc smiled, "Game on, Agent Hotchner."
AN: The practice of forcing GPS into victims of human trafficking is becoming more and more common. JUST FYI; human trafficking victims are being found with tracking enabled chips implanted in them. Its horrific but it is the nature of the crime.
