AN: I had a realization hit me the other day and it made me smile. I love this story line and will continue it; this will be a long story. If you must know how JJ will end up, just send me a PM!

Doc sat in the tech room, Ian and Leaff flanked on each side of him. Each man silent as Ian typed furiously on his computer. "How did she get away?" He asked, not looking at either Doc or Leaff. "I thought I had set up everything in that house. We had cameras and microphones everywhere…"

Doc took in a deep breath, "It's Jennifer, we underestimated her. Again."

Ian shrugged, "I placed twenty seven cameras throughout that home; thirty five microphones. I am not sure how we missed that she was up to something." The tech said, still frantically typing at his computer.

"It happened fast; she took down Maggie pretty quickly…" Doc explained, looking over Ian's shoulder.

"Just like she did you, huh?" He couldn't help but laugh.

Doc did not respond, instead he looked at the computer hoping Ian could tell him something, anything. "Do you have her or not?" He growled.

"Yeah, yeah. Looks like she is in the air, somewhere over Colorado. I'll be able to give you a more definitive location once they land." Doc nodded, relaxing a bit.

"What else can you do? We cannot just have her moving around; once we contact them and let them know we know where she is at; they will move her again."

"Ah," Ian held up his finger and grinned, "that's where our higher ups and their unlimited financial resources come in. Once she gets settled and we have a lock on her, I can rewire the grid we had set up at the compound. Well, technically, it wasen't around the compound, its around her."

"Want to get on with the story?" Doc pushed.

"Remember that GPS Dr. Lacey placed inside her? Well, that's how we are tracking her."

"I well remember the incident." Doc replied, growing angry.

"I can just essentially hack the device and set up a new barrier. She might feel like she has the flu for a few days because the chip is rewiring the coordinates."

"What happens then?"

"We set a perimeter, whatever you want. If its outside the house, not outside the city, within a certain mile radius. We can do whatever we need; the moment she crosses the barrier, well, like I told you before, it takes her down."

Doc smiled. "Do it." Maybe his life would be spared, maybe the higher ups wouldn't kill him.

"What is the distance on the radius?" Ian asked, adjusting a formula on his computer.

"Let's do eight miles; give her a false sense of hope." Doc grinned, "Leaff will send the message in a minute, they will try and leave and then realize they can't."

"That's how it works. We are set, just let me know. She'll start feeling like shit within five hours; she'll have no energy, feverish, you name it."

Doc paused. "They'll rush her to the hospital…"

"And you think Agent Hotchner is going to let them admit her in this situation? Hell no; he'll have Ross taking care of her. They'll think she is safer at the house."

"They still think she is going to get sick because of us? Leaff nodded. "Do they not understand we cannot control that?" Doc asked.

Leaff smiled, "Hell, it got me out of prison didn't it? What is the harm in lettingthem think that for a bit? We have the FBI at our mercy. We call and tell them to give her a certain drug and they give it to her. The only thing that may happen is they force her to relive her medical trauma. Over and over again until we can get her back. Eventually, she give in and respond to you; she knows how to reach you. And she will let you know when she is ready to come back to us."

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JJ knew something was off, her body was aching terribly. "Ross, I need to lay down for a little bit." She told the experienced doctor. "My headache is back." She brought her hands up to her head, "I think it's a migraine." She wanted to throw up; the nausea was intensifying at a terrific rate.

"Alright, I think the jet got delayed because of mechanical issues, why don't you try and sleep for a bit?" Ross stood up, helping JJ with the oxygen cannula. "One day, you won't need this," He promised, but JJ did not speak, she just sighed and laid back down on the pillow, falling asleep quickly.

JJ woke with a start, sweat was pouring down her neck and back. She need to vomit but as she struggled to sit up, the dizziness came and she felt herself tipping over to the side. She couldn't stop herself the dizziness and nausea combined made it hard to sit straight up and she rocked to the side, and unable to stop herself fell off the bed and hit the ground hard. Instantly, she cringed, her arm hurting from where it had collided with the ground.

'Great, JJ, great.' She thought to herself, she tried to push herself back up using the skills her physical therapist had taught her. But she was too dizzy and fell back. 'Damn it,' she thought rolling onto her back. She brought her hand up over her eyes trying to stop the nausea but it wasn't working.

She heard footsteps coming and knew the three men would freak out as soon as they saw her on the floor and would flip out when she began to vomit. She had to convince them it was just a migraine… even though she knew what was happening. She heard a soft knocking before Ross entered the room.

"JJ?" His heart leapt seeing the bed empty and knowing JJ couldn't have gotten out of bed by herself. "Hotch!" He screamed.

"Chill Ross," JJ's voice was low and Ross felt his stomach come back to its rightful location. "I just fell out of the bed…"

Ross rushed over, Hotch at his side. "JJ, why didn't you call for us?" Ross asked kneeling by her, grabbing her arm and seeing the swelling already appearing.

"It just happened, I didn't have time before the Calvary arrived," She said sarcastically. "Ow!" She yelped as Ross maneuvered her arm.

"I'm sorry JJ, but I am worried your arm is broken." He said softly, knowing it was broken. It had just healed from when she had first arrived in the ER with two fractured arms.

JJ shook her head, "It's fine," She pulled her arm away, even though she knew Ross was right. Her arm was broken. "Can you just help me back in bed, I am going to puke…" she stopped herself but knew it was too late.

Ross' expression changed instantly. "Are you nauseated?" JJ nodded, "What about dizzy?" Again JJ nodded.

"Like I said earlier, I think it's just a migraine." She could tell Ross didn't buy it but knew he had nothing else to go on. "And my arm is fine."

"Then move your fingers," Ross replied.

JJ bit her lip, knowing full well she couldn't do it. "I will later."

"Uh huh…" Her arm was not life threatening and Ross did not want to fight her on it. "Let me splint it then."

"Fine." JJ rolled her eyes as Ross gently lifted her and helped her get back into bed. And at the motion, she turned her head and instantly vomited.

"Migraine huh?" Ross set her down and held her hair back as she continued to vomit. He didn't like this, not one bit. JJ nodded her head and instantly regretted it as she vomited again. "JJ…" Ross whispered, rubbing her back.

"Just give me an IV, I already know what you're thinking. I am dehydrated and need the anti-nausea meds…" She pleaded, knowing where Ross was going.

"Do not move your arm," Ross gently placed it down on a pillow. "Hotch, bring that black backpack," Ross shouted. He carried his large backpack with him everywhere; it was fully stocked with everything he needed to care for JJ. He had the FBI emergency medics to thank for that.

JJ could only nod at that point, closing her eyes. Her arm was throbbing, her head was pounding and the dizziness and nausea continued. She rubbed her hands over her face, silently pleading with Ross to give her the medication to stop it all.

She felt the small poke in her good arm and knew Ross had started the IV. "JJ, I am going to give you some Zofran," Ross whispered, injecting the medication into her IV, within moments her saw her relax. "Better?"

"Yes," JJ nodded as the nausea resided.

"I know your arm is hurting JJ, I am going to give you some pain medication too." He didn't wait for an answer before pushing the medication. "It will make you tired, don't fight it." He smiled at her facial expression. "Once you fall asleep, I will splint your arm."

"Whatever Ross," JJ yawned, thankful for the medication on board. Already she was feeling better, and now she was just exhausted. She fell asleep almost instantly.

Hotch stood in the corner, concern evident as he watched Ross start the IV and inject multiple medications into it before JJ relaxed and fell asleep. "Is she okay?" Hotch asked, as Ross stood up and began digging through his bag.

"She claims it's a migraine, and it might be. Everything she seems to be experiencing leads me to think it's a severe migraine. But she fell out of bed and I am pretty sure she broke her arm. She won't let me take her to the hospital, but I can handle it all here. I will just splint it until we can get a hold of an orthopedist."

Hotch looked back at JJ and then Ross, "How did she break her arm?"

"I found her on the floor, she fell out of bed." Ross explained as he gently placed a stabilizers under JJ's arm and wrapped it in a large bandage. "That should hold for the night."

"Ross, are you sure it's a migraine? She looks awful…" Hotch couldn't help the anxiety creeping up inside him.

"No, but she has no other symptoms. We will just keep a close eye on her. I am giving her IV fluids to help with the vomiting and dehydration. If she isn't better in a few hours then…" His voice trailed off.

Hotch nodded his understanding. If she wasn't better in a few hours, then they knew they were dealing with something else.

Ross watched over the next few hours as his patient deteriorated. She was still asleep but she was clearly uncomfortable, tossing in bed as much as she could. Sighing, he took his stethoscope out and pressed it again to her chest, cringing at her racing heart. Her fever was steadily increasing and was now at almost 102. He reached up and adjusted her oxygen level, forcing the nasal cannula to force more air.

"Ross?" Hotch asked, seeing the concern in Ross' eyes.

Ross shook his head, "Has Leaff responded yet?" He was concerned, very concerned.

And all Hotch could do was shake his head as his agent continued to toss in the bed.