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Ross sat across JJ, looking up from his book every once in a while to check on her. They had been in the air for close to four hours and the young agent was still asleep.

Standing up, he grabbed his stethoscope and gently reached over, pressing the tool to JJ's chest. She had always required oxygen when she slept and while Ross was hoping it was simply because of the drugs Maggie had been giving her, Ross soon realized that was not the case. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small monitor before slipping it on JJ's finger and waiting for the result to come back.

"Is she okay?" Hotch asked, seeing Ross' expression.

"Yes, she's fine…" He paused, "her oxygen is a bit low, but it always has been when she sleeps." Ross explained, "at least that's consistent."

Hotch smiled and nodded, it was the truth. He knew what JJ needed and reached into the seat behind JJ before handing Ross the portable oxygen tank and nasal cannula.

"Look at you becoming a medical expert!" Ross laughed, taking the tubing from Hotch and slipping it around JJ's ears before securing the tubing.

"Not even close." Hotch crossed his arms as Ross kept the small device on JJ's finger.

"She just needed a little bit," Ross said, looking at the monitor with the reading coming back significantly improved.

Hotch nodded again, biting the inside of his cheek. "We should be landing in about an hour; there is a safe house that she will be taken to. I made sure it is within a five mile radius of a level one trauma hospital." He hated that he had to do it, but Hotch was not naïve and knew with JJ's complex medical situation, a hospital needed to be within reach.

Ross nodded, "Good call."

Hotch looked at his agent again before lowering his voice. "Are you sure she is stable?" He hated it, hated feeling the anxiety that this could all go south at any minute. Hated that he constantly monitored his phone, waiting on the next call from Leaff. The call that had not yet come.

"She looks pretty damn good, Hotch." Ross whispered; "My main concern with her right now is how do we continue the physical therapy she needs?"

"I have reached out to a few contacts in the city; a therapist that contracts with the Bureau will come to JJ. She is a physical therapist and will be briefed on JJ's condition." Hotch had already thought ahead, had set up everything JJ may need. "Undercover officers have already moved into the neighboring houses and two agents will be stationed outside at all times."

Ross laughed, "They know I'm a good guy, right? The last thing I need is to be taken out by a team of angry FBI agents!"

Hotch laughed, "They know. They know all about you Dr. Ross…."

Ross quirked an eyebrow, "You know what, I don't want to know!" He put his hand up, stopping the conversation. The two men continued to converse, whispering so not to disturb JJ. Every few moments, one of them would glance over to make sure she was still okay.

"Hotch, you know, it wasn't your fault…" Ross said suddenly.

It caught Hotch completely by surprise. "She doesn't blame you in the least…"

Hotch glanced back over at a sleeping JJ, the oxygen tube still gently blowing on her face. "I was supposed to protect her; I sent her there."

"Hotch!" It was Morgan and instantly, by the sound of his voice, Hotch had known something was wrong.

"Morgan…"

"JJ. She's gone, I have looked everywhere for her."

"What do you mean she is gone?" Hotch asked, shaking his head in disbelief. He had to have misunderstood. "Didn't I send you both out to the…"

"Hotch man, she's gone. I have looked everywhere for her. I cannot reach her on the radio and she isn't answering her cell; its going straight to voicemail."

Hotch turned to Garcia, "Find her cell," He ordered as he dialed JJ's number. Instantly, just as Morgan had said, it went to voicemail.

"Boss, its… I cannot even locate it; it is like it vanished."

"Can you activate it remotely?" He asked, hoping that Garcia had some magic trick.

"I've tried, sir. It's a Bureau phone, I should be able to hack into it, but its not even showing up in our systems." Garica shook her head, her fingers flying over the keyboards.

"Morgan, I'm coming." Hotch grabbed the rest of the time and in record time made it to Morgan.

Morgan waited, he searched the building again and again, he searched the car, the property, he asked some of the neighbors if they had seen JJ. He had looked for blood, clothes, footprints, anything and everything. But there was nothing. His mind raced, where the hell was JJ?

He thought back, he and JJ had split up, JJ had gone downstairs and that was it. That was the last time he saw her.

"She volunteered to take the basement, she knew I hated them." Morgan said as he explained to his supervisor what had transpired. "I took the upstairs. I was up there for about ten minutes before heading back down. She wasn't up from the basement yet, I called her over the radio and nothing came back; I called her several times… I ran downstairs, into that basement. Hotch; she was just gone…"

Ross watched as the stoic FBI agent told how he had tried to find her. How Ross could tell JJ's fate was eating away at him.

"We looked everywhere; we tore that place apart, we had twenty agents in there looking for a fingerprint. We found nothing." Hotch said, not taking his eyes off JJ. "We are one of the most elite teams in the FBI; and our own agent was taken from us and we couldn't pull a damn print over what had happened to her. We offered rewards, did press conferences, media interviews, billboards, reviewed countless hours of footage and never had a shred of evidence. We set up a tip line and never got one call."

Ross could only nod, he wasn't sure what to say.

"And then, out of the blue, we get a call."

"That she had been found." Ross finished for Hotch.

"And was not going to survive; but at least she was found."

Ross nodded again, that was where he had entered the story. Had entered JJ's story and how he had ended up working with the FBI. And while he loved the new challenge and working with the team; he would give it back in a heartbeat if it meant that JJ never had to experience this.

"Hotch?" Both men looked up to see JJ.

"JJ, are you okay?"

JJ shook her head, "Hotch, I don't feel well." She whispered, holding her head in her hands. "My head is pounding." She whispered and Ross was at her side in a moment. "I just need some Tylenol," she pleaded as Ross gently lifted her into his arms and moved her over to the couch so she could lay down.

"JJ, can I look you over?" Ross didn't wait for a response, his own adrenaline was kicking in.

"Ross, it's just a bad headache," JJ growled; not wanting to be fussed over.

"I hope so…" Ross replied, taking her pulse and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.

"Is that the preferred medical way of checking for a fever?" JJ smiled at him, but Ross did not smile back.

"JJ, you have a fever…"

JJ shook her head, "I am fine, Ross. You and Hotch piled me up with blankets, I was burning up."

Hotch stood back, his heart racing at the thought of what could be happening. They had not received a call from Leaff… would JJ get worse before the call came?

"Ross. Please. Tylenol." JJ tried to sit up, but Ross held her down.

"Are you nauseas? Dizzy?" He asked, worried.

"No!" JJ shouted. "I have a damn headache." She growled getting frustrated; her patience was wearing out. "I swear, get me the damn headache medicine or I will crawl over there and get it myself."

It was Morgan who stepped forward, a bottle of water in his hands and two Tylenol. "My dear," he bowed, and handed over the water. "You okay with this, Ross?"

Ross looked to JJ and then back before nodding.

"Thank you." JJ sighed, taking a sip and swallowing the pills. "It's a damn headache," she mumbled, laying back down on the pillow. She waited, closed her eyes and waited for the medicine to kick in.

It had to kick in, right? This was all it was, a headache, right? And in that moment JJ realized something. That she knew she had severe PTSD from what she had gone through but now, now with the reactions of the team, she was wondering if they had it to.

It took twenty minutes but her headache melted away and she sat up; only to meet the eyes of Hotch and Ross. "I'm fine."

Three hours later, Hotch pushed JJ's wheelchair into the safe house; the house that had been swept multiple times already.

"You have a full refrigerator and I made sure the house was accessible, met all the ADA requirements!"

JJ smiled, "Aren't you thoughtful." And then she paused. "Wait a minute, Hotch." She looked around and saw Morgan and Ross. "These two are the ones going to be taking care of me? What about if I need a shower or to change my clothes or help with…" She looked down, almost embarrassed.

"JJ, girl, don't worry…" Morgan tried. How had they not thought of that.

Ross smiled and looked down at JJ. "I'll help you JJ. There is nothing you have that I haven't seen before. I am not sure if you remember but when you first landed in my ER, you really couldn't do much for yourself then; we had to do everything for you. So you are already way ahead of the curve."

JJ laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "Fine."

Hotch rolled his eyes as Ross escorted JJ into the bedroom to help her get into the large bed; the needed medical supplies already placed in the room. He sat down on the large couch and grabbed the remote before turning on the television. He was just watching one of the baseball games when his phone buzzed.

A text from an unknown number. Hotch looked towards the master bedroom, nervous about JJ's earlier headache before opening the message

"Bellevue, Washington. We know she's there. By the way, she doesn't react well to Tylenol. Tick tock.- L"