AN: Nice long chapter for you; yes, another disturbing chapter. If you have sent me a PM in the last week, I think I have responded to everyone, but am not getting any responses back...

Hotch sat in shock at the message on his phone. How in the hell could they know? How could they know JJ was in Washington. Only a handful of people knew; and every single one of them he trusted. Ross would be the only slight outlier but he had fought continually to save JJ's life.

But then again, so had Maggie. Or so they had thought.

And Hotch began second guessing himself; second guessing his decision to bring Ross along.

Jumping to his feet, he swiftly walked into the room where Morgan, Ross and JJ were gathered in. JJ was smiling, talking and smiling as Ross and Morgan joked about something with her. It just didn't fit, none of it fit… not Ross.

"Morgan," Hotch nodded his head, gesturing for Morgan to step outside.

"I think you are in trouble…" JJ giggled.

"Always am princess." Morgan replied, reaching down and gently squeezing her hand before following Hotch. Morgan expected his boss to lead him away from the bedroom and Ross and JJ, but instead, Hotch stayed exactly where he was. Morgan followed Hotch's gaze and saw it fixated on Ross.

"Hotch?" Morgan lowered his voice, trying to figure out what was happening. Hotch didn't say anything, instead, he slipped Morgan his phone.

Morgan looked at it curiously, and then read the message. He didn't have time to say anything before Hotch began speaking. "Nobody knows we are here, Morgan. Will and Henry have no clue where she is; the team does not know." He paused momentarily, "Garcia knows…"

Morgan shook his head. "Hotch, we need to send this to…"

"She already has it Morgan; Garcia is already working on it."

"We need to move her," Morgan took a step forward but Hotch reached out to stop him.

"We need to figure out who is working with Doc; someone tipped him off where we were headed." They couldn't just keep moving JJ around; and while she was doing exceptionally better, she was still considered a high risk and complex care patient. Constantly traveling was exhausting for him, for JJ however, it had to be dangerous.

"Who knows we are here?" Morgan asked, looking from JJ to Hotch.

"You, me, Ross, Garcia. The agents that moved in next door and the ones at front don't even know JJ's story. They think they are here protecting Ross."

There was silence for a moment before Morgan spoke again, "you don't think…"

Hotch didn't answer for a minute; he didn't know what to say. Instead, he stood and watched JJ's body language towards Ross, how gentle Ross was, how he helped JJ with some of the simplest tasks. But he was also reminded of how he had been so wrong about Maggie. "JJ doesn't seem nervous around him; she lets him help her."

Another pause and this time Morgan took a deep breath before speaking. "We need to tell her Hotch. She deserves to know." He glanced back at JJ who was working to transfer herself from her chair to the bed; Ross standing protectively by her side.

Hotch nodded in agreement, he didn't want to do it but couldn't think of any other option. "We need to get her back on the jet; I don't care where we go Morgan, you and Garcia set it up. We need to be in the air in two hours."

"Are you two going to tell us what has you so upset?" It was JJ, her voice startled both of them.

"What makes you think we are upset?" Morgan replied, walking back towards her.

"Uh, really?" She glared at him. "My legs may not work well right now, but my brain still does." She looked back and forth at her two team members, both working hard to cover their worry. "What happened?" Her voice dropped looking between the two. "Hotch… Will and Henry, are they?"

"They are fine, JJ. They are fine." Hotch reassured her. He walked over to her and Ross. "JJ, we need to move again."

"What? Why?" Ross stood up, looking back and forth between the two.

"He found me, didn't he?" JJ asked, looking Hotch straight in the eye. Hotch couldn't reply, he didn't know how to reply. JJ took a deep breath.

"JJ, only a handful of people knew where you were going," Hotch explained. "You didn't even know until we were on the airstrip." JJ nodded; a flicker of a memory coming back. Something to do with Doc and Leaff…

JJ was in pain; a lot of it. She closed her eyes as Doc finished what he was doing and snapped off his gloves. She heard the door open and Leaff's heavy footsteps.

"She should be out for a few hours;" Doc said as Leaff draped a soft blanket over her and quickly undid the restraints. He gently rubbed her wrists, knowing they had to be hurting her. "The medication makes her pretty tired."

Leaff nodded and gently, carefully lifted JJ into his arms. Doc was right; she was sound asleep, the side of her face pressed against his chest as he carried her down the hall and into her room. Using his scan card, he opened the door and walked into the small room, placing her down on the bed. He grabbed another blanket, this one that had been in the warmer, and wrapped it around her, making sure she was warm.

He didn't say anything as he stepped out, only looking towards the guard and nodding.

JJ waited, waited until she was sure Leaff was gone before opening her eyes. She shook in pain but knew she had a chance right now. She had seen one of the doors to the compound left open and had already developed a plan in her head. Taking a deep breath, she sat up and ran her hand alongside the railing of the metal bed, and she smiled. One of the bolts was loose and even with her body screaming at her to stop, JJ musterd the strength to unhing a bar from underneath the bed. She took a deep breath before pushing herself up and walking to the door. She knew how it worked now; all she had to do was knock and the guard was enter.

"What?" He asked.

"I need water." She replied.

"You have water in the pitcher by your bed." He geastured to it.

JJ shook her head, "It's empty, you all won't even trust me to handle a pitcher. You bolted it down."

The guard eyed her, "damn straight we don't trust you, you have proven yourself more than capable of using anything as a weapon."

"Can I get some water, I am thirsty" JJ huffed.

"Fine." The guard walked in and JJ slipped the screw between the door, stopping it from closing. She waited until his back was turned before slamming the bar into the back of his head. He fell face first instantly. JJ ran over and grabbed his key card from his belt before running out the door.

She was free. Aderaline coursed through her as she tiptoed around each corner, watching as the staff spoke with each other at the stations. Her made her sick to think this entire operation had been going on for years and nobody had any clue. The sophiscation, the power of it was maddening. And JJ told herself over and over again that somehow, she would survive this.

And now was her chance.

She had a key card, a clearance. A way to freedom. And she knew how to get out of the compound. She had just made her way, three doors away from freedom, when the alarm went off in the compound and radios began blaring. She knew it was about her, that they had discovered her missing.

Taking a deep breath, JJ grabbed the card and swiped it against the reader, instantly the door opened and she scrambled inside. She stopped briefly at what she saw; at least four computers but one of them had her name on it. It was blinking red, showing the door to her room open; a video stream showing multiple men in her room.

"Damn…" JJ whispered to herself; she had no clue about this. No clue she was being streamed into a room.

"JJ…" She heard Leaff calling her and turned around, the room had a small closet. But she didn't need that; now was not the time to hide. But then, his footsteps faded away and JJ reached for the computer, hoping to somehow send a message to someone… anyone that she was alive. Frantically, she grabbed the mouse and tried to exit the feed; but a message box popped up asking for a password and JJ knew she didn't have the time. Doc was coming, she heard his voice and knew she had one more chance.

Looking around the room, she grabbed the first weapon she could and backed into a corner, waiting for the door to open. Seconds later, it did and JJ took her chance.

It happened in seconds, she wrapped the mouse cord around his neck holding on for dear life as he swung her about and slammed her into the wall, trying to dislodge her.

And then it was all over; JJ felt the hands of the guards tearing at her, pulling her off and away from Doc. And she screamed, she screamed and fought, kicking and biting and hitting. She heard voices, heard Doc and heard the words exam four.

And her fear increased significantly. No. She refused to allow this to happen again. And her fighting grew more intense; and she knew it was worthless. She was not getting out of this. But she still fought.

She fought for herself, for Will and Henry and her team. Her team that was coming at any minute to pull her away from this hellhole. And suddenly, she felt a horrible pain rush through her and she couldn't fight anymore. She knew she had been tased. Breathing heavily, JJ was lifted to her feet and walked out the door.

She felt her knees give way, the effects of the taser ravaging her already weakend body; the aderaline now wearing off.

"Get off me," she growled as one of the guards lifted her to her feet and scanned his card, focing her into the exam room.

The rest happened quickly; she was not sure entirelty what happened but found herself restrained to the bed, with nothing on and Doc yelling at her. Showing her something in his hands, a chip… something about a tracking device and her heart sped up again as she realized what was about to happen. She fought again, using any remaining strength to defy Doc.

And suddenly he walked away, only to return with what JJ knew was the sedative. She bit her lip and waited. Leaff had only restrained one of her arms; the other one was free. She waited and timed it and as soon as Doc brought the needle down, she grabbed it and slammed it into his body; watching as he fell to the ground and the needle was ripped away from her.

She felt Leaff grab her arm and force it into a restraint. "Oh God, JJ, what did you do?" He asked, panic rushing over him as another doctor and nurse rushed in, checking on Doc.

"He deserved it!" JJ shot back, a smile creeping over her face. "You all deserve it."

"JJ…" Leaff shook his head, knowing she would be disciplined for this. "JJ, they will just call in another doctor to do this procedure." He warned.

And that was exactly what had happened. Another doctor JJ had never spoken to or seen came in an hour later; he fought her briefly and then did as Doc had promised would happen.

"She'll need to be restrained for the next day; the tracker is placed, but she really cannot be moving much for a bit. I'll take the stiches out in two days." And he had left.

JJ looked to Leaff as he shook his head, "I am so sorry, JJ." He said softly. And all she could do was glare at him as horrific cramps shot up her body.

"JJ?" She heard Hotch's voice and instantly snapped out of the flashback. "JJ, are you okay?" He asked, he had been trying to get her attention for nearly a minute.

"Yes.. I…" She was at a loss for words.

"JJ, do you know how they knew you were here?" He whispered.

JJ bit her lip; she knew exactly how they knew but the sheer thought of it was beyond embarrassing. And she knew if she mentioned it, she would be immediately sent back to the hospital where more people would touch her; surgery was inevitable once the chip was discovered.

And JJ shook her head. "No."