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Hotch checked his gun, making sure it was loaded; and he did two more tasks. He was going to be prepared, he was going to make sure JJ was safe. From one of his bags, Hotch pulled out his Kevlar and slipped into it; he was prepared to fight for JJ.

"Whats happened?" Ross appeared from the kitchen, seeing Hotch now dawning the vest and looking as serious as he had ever seen him.

Hotch didn't answer but instead reached into his bag and pulled out two more identical vests. He tossed the larger one at Ross, "put that on." He ordered, fearing that if someone was targeting JJ, they may target the one person who was helping her thrive.

Ross lifted an eyebrown but did not question Hotch and did as he was told. "I need your help," Hotch grabbed the second smaller vest before heading towards JJ's room. "We need to get this on her. She knows how to wear one but its heavy and I don't know that she has the strength to do it herself."

Ross eyed it, "Hotch, this is ungodly heavy and hot. Her fever…"

"I don't give a damn about her fever, Ross. Not right now." He hissed, anger and anxiety coursing through his body. "Right now, I care about keeping her alive."

"They are here, aren't they?" Ross stopped and looked out the window. "That's why there is a guard at the window…"

Hotch bit his lip. "I don't know how they found the exact location; Leaff only mentioned the city, not the exact house. I still don't know if its him outside, but I want to be proactive." He paused again. "I don't know how she is going to react."

He reached JJ's door and knocked on it before entering, not waiting for a response. "JJ…" He stopped for a brief moment before rushing over. It was apparent she had been crying, and as he got closer, he saw blood on the sheets. For a brief moment, he was worried he had been too late.

"Hotch." She whispered. "I'm hurting." She admitted, "I'm hurting a lot." She arched her back as another wave of pain hit her. She couldn't do it anymore; couldn't do it by herself

"Okay, okay, Ross will take care of you. What is hurting?" He asked, seeing Ross walking towards them. "JJ, I know you are in pain right now, but I need to get this vest on you," He held up the Kevlar. "Ross will help with the pain, I'll handle the vest." He knew she was in significant pain when she didn't fight him, didn't ask questions but just nodded.

"JJ," Ross bent down in front of her, his heart dropped as he saw her expression. She was in horrific pain. "I need you to tell me where you are hurting?" He looked her up and down and paused when he saw blood staining the sheets. "JJ…" He didn't want to do it, knew JJ wouldn't allow him to do so, but he was out of options.

"Ross, I need you to hold her up," Hotch ordered, as he placed the vest over his agent's head. "JJ, almost done." He promised and as soon as Ross helped her sit up, Hotch grabbed the straps and velcroid them together, securing the Kevlar. "Okay," Hotch nodded at Ross, helping JJ settle back down.

She was shaking with pain at this point and she knew Leaff and Ian had to have done something. There was no other explanation; "Ross…" She whimpered in pain, hating to ask for help, hating to look so helpless. "Please… help me."

Both Hotch and Ross looked at each other, concerned. JJ was the last person to ask for help, let alone cry in front of them and then beg for it. Something was clearly going wrong.

"JJ, I have to get you flat on your back," Ross warned. And then suddenly, they heard shouting outside, shouts of "FBI" and commands for someone to get on the ground and then gun shots. And Hotch was conflicted.

"I've got her," Ross nodded for Hotch to go and without hesitation, he grabbed his gun and ran outside. A team of agents had their guns out all pointing at a man on the ground, blood pooling from his head.

"What the hell happened?" Hotch asked, seeing the man. An older white man…

"Sir, he approached the house and refused to listen, wouldn't stop. He pulled out a gun and we had no choice." Hotch looked down and saw a whisky bottle in the man's hands.

"Did he say anything?" Hotch asked, not holstering his weapon.

"He kept muttering the word, leaf." The agent responded. Hotch didn't say anything, but watched as the team searched the man. He froze when one of the agents pulled something from the man's pockets; a picture of JJ in one of the treatment rooms in the compound. She was unconscious as the man in the picture stood over her, a tool and a needle and a smile plastered on his face. The man in the picture matched the man now dead on the ground. Hotch didn't say a word as the agent turned the picture over and saw the handwriting. "Say hello to Doc, say goodbye to your agent."

And then he heard Ross yelling for him and without a second glance, Hotch raced in followed closely by three agents.

"She won't let me touch her until she talks to you." He paused, "She wants to tell you something but you need to do it quickly, her blood pressure is skyrocketing, I think its from the pain." He looked back at JJ concerned as she shook with pain. "I don't care what you tell her, but she needs pain medication. I cannot figure out what is going on until she talks to you."

Hotch nodded, something in his gut telling him he knew what this was about. "Easy, JJ. I'm right here." He said softly, sitting down next to her. She looked at him, then back to the four agents who now stood in her room, two at the window and two at the door. "JJ, I need them in here right now." Hotch said softly, "trust me JJ," he used her words against her from hours ago. "Please JJ." He reached for her hand but she pulled away.

"Hotch…" JJ bit her lip unable to shake the pain. Another jolt went through her abdomen.

Hotch looked at her, then back outside and where Doc now lay. "JJ, how did they find you?" He knew, he knew this is what she was trying to tell him.

"GPS." She replied. "There's a GPS."

Hotch's eyes went wide. "Where?" He was livid, he was worried and livid. She had known, she had known that they could locate her and mislead him. But she was in pain and that took precedence more than anything. "JJ. Where is the GPS?"

JJ bit her lip hating that she had to do this. She shook her head. "I think.." She lifted a shaking hand and placed it low on her pelvis.

Hotch's anger faded in an instant. "JJ…" He stood and asked one of the agents to grab Ross. "JJ, we have to get it out of you." He hated what that might entail but knew they had no options.

"I know." She replied. "Do it here." She said.

"What?" Hotch shook his head, there was no way that was going to happen. "JJ, you need a hospital."

JJ shook her head, "No, Hotch. I can't. Ross can do it."

"I can do what?" Ross entered the room, looking between Hotch and JJ.

Hotch crossed his arms. "Agent Jareau reveled that a GPS had been implanted in her," he couldn't keep some of the spite of his voice.

"Christ JJ!" Ross rushed over, "JJ, is that why you are bleeding so heavily?" JJ nodded. "We need to get her to the hospital."

"No!" JJ shouted again. "Ross, please. I don't want anyone touching me right now, especially like this. I know they'll ask questions, they'll admit me and there will be people in and out of the room for a long time. It'll be a security… nightmare." She hissed as more pain rocked through her.

Ross licked his lips. "JJ, I'm not qualified to assess this." He whispered.

"Doc wasn't either." JJ responded. "Ross, its you or nobody." And as another wave shot through her, Ross was faced with the horrible decision.

"JJ…" Ross stared at her, "you can feel that?" She shouldn't, not with her paralysis from the waist down.

"Yes, Ross. I can feel it." She growled before realizing what it meant. But it also meant she would feel when he removed it. Ross didn't have anesthesia. "Ross… they can control if I breathe or not." She paused again, remembering the conversation Doc had had with her.

"Listen JJ," He spoke to her, "That chip is so much more than a GPS. It essentially can send shock waves to your spinal cord, we can paralyze you through it, we can turn it off and on. That lovely fall you took a few weeks ago messed up your spinal cord but one of our doctors is a neuro surgeon and fixed you up; he was able to reprogram that chip so that it now acts in a multitude of ways. If we turn the setting on, you will be able to somewhat move, you'll never walk again though. But at least you can feel… something." He smiled as he looked down at her. "If you are a good girl, we will keep it off. But you have to listen. And if by some miracle you ever make it out of here alive, I don't recommend removing it. Because then I guarantee you will never move again; that chip is stopping the advancement of the spinal fracture. If its moved, you don't move on your own from the neck down; you don't breathe on your own. The only hope would be having one of us reimplant it; and I know you don't want to experience that again.

"Jesus," Ross brought his hand to his forehead as JJ finished explaining what had occurred. He stopped and turned around. "JJ."

"You cannot take it out Ross," she replied licking her lips. "It has to stay." And another shot of electricity shot though her and there was nothing they could do. And in the corner, Hotch clinched the picture of Doc, watching as the medical examiner loaded the body into the van.