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"JJ?" A knock at the door brought JJ's attention; Ross had just finished helping her get dressed and settled into the wheelchair.

"Come in, Hotch," Ross called back, grabbing a jacket and helping JJ put it on.

"Its not cold, Ross." JJ rolled her eyes, wishing more than ever she could dress herself.

"It's 47 degrees outside, Agent Jareau. I would classify that as cold." Ross replied back ignoring the eye roll he got. "And I think Hotch would agree with me."

Hotch forced a smile before moving towards JJ. "How about you and I go talk somewhere?" He asked softly, hating to have to interview her again. JJ looked at him before looking down briefly, and nodding. "Morgan will be with me, Ross." Hotch explained, grabbing the handles of the wheelchair. "We will be back soon."

JJ didn't speak as Hotch pushed the chair into a separate room of the house; Morgan was already there. "There's my princess!" Morgan smiled, walking over and gently hugging JJ. "Garcia told me to tell you that she sent you a gift in the mail."

JJ rolled her eyes, knowing Garcia, it could be anything. "Lets get this over with," JJ said, looking at both men. Her voice went flat and she wouldn't look them in the eye.

Hotch took a deep breath, he had numerous questions to ask and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. However, he wanted to make sure it was done correctly so that they wouldn't have to do it again.

"JJ, are you aware of what transpired last night?" Hotch asked softly.

JJ's eyes shot up, "What do you mean? The pain? I explained it to Ross…"

"No, not the pain." Hotch interrupted, his heart sinking knowing now that JJ had no clue.

JJ looked from him to Morgan and then back again and panic took over. "Will? Henry?"

"No. No, JJ, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" Hotch wanted to kick himself at the realization of what he had just done.

"They are fine, JJ." Morgan took her hand in his and rubbed it. "Rossi is with them; they are as safe as safe can be."

JJ took a deep breath before looking to both men. "Promise me they are safe. You cannot let them end up like me. Hotch, they cannot end up where I was."

Hotch nodded. "JJ, Rossi, Emily and I are the only people who know where they are at; they are completely safe." He reassured her. "JJ, once Garcia secures a line, how about you get a quick moment to talk to Will?" He offered. JJ needed it, he knew that; she needed something at this point.

JJ nodded, hated to feel as if she was being bribed like a small child. "No. I cannot risk them at all," She shook her head, forcing herself to remove any emotion from it. She needed to keep them safe. She HAD to keep them safe; and she knew she would return to Doc in a heartbeat if it guaranteed her family was never touched. And she knew that there was a chance that would be the case; deep down she knew that was what would happen. "What do you want to talk to me about, Hotch?" She asked, the shaking starting again.

Hotch watched it , hating that she was shaking. He had spoken with Ross about it and it was Rosie who came up with the diagnosis.

"PNES, or psychological non-epileptic seizures. It's her body and mind's way of releasing extreme stress; we cannot stop them but therapy will help. It's not hurting her; but when you see the shaking, that's what it is. Ross cleared her of any neuro seizure activity; we just need to help her get through this." Rosie explained, "In JJ's case, you'll see tremors in her shoulders; it looks like she is shivering. Just let it happen."

And that was exactly what was happening now, the tremors had already started. She was already anxious. Taking a deep breath, Hotch lowered his voice, "JJ, I just need you to tell me everything, okay? Tell me the truth; give whatever you details you can. Please don't be embarrassed, you know we won't think any less of you." He urged and JJ nodded.

"What happened last night, Hotch?" She asked softly.

"A man approached the safe house; an older white man. He was immediately surrounded by agents but refused to comply with their commands. According to the team outside, he kept mumbling the word leaf." He watched as JJ took in a deep breath, "JJ, he wouldn't stop…" JJ nodded, knowing what had happened. "Once he was down, one of the agents searched him and found a photograph. It was of you and the man deceased on the ground." He pulled out his cell phone and hesitated before handing it to her. "JJ, do you know this man?"

Her eyes flickered down and within seconds, she averted her eyes. "Hotch…" She shook her head and Hotch pulled the phone away.

"JJ, is this who we think it is?"

She swallowed and nodded, "yes, that's Doc."

"He's dead, JJ." Hotch said softly, hating seeing the anxiety taking over his agent. JJ nodded, not saying anything. Hotch was silent for a few moments before continuing with he questioning. "JJ, we need to know more about the chip and GPS." She shook her head, desperately not wanting to go there. "JJ, why did they activate the chip?"

JJ averted her gaze for a brief moment before pushing herself forward. "Hotch, I have to protect you," she whispered. "If I reveal any more information, they will make sure…" She shook her head again. "I can't Hotch."

Hotch looked back at Morgan, his heart breaking more. "JJ, we've worked together for years; we have to find the people who did this to you."

JJ closed her eyes, "Hotch, you have no idea what you are up against."

"Then tell me, JJ! Tell me how to help keep you safe!" His voice rose. "Tell me what to do so you can start to live again. Tell me so that we can end this." He wanted to reach over and shake her, shaking sense into her, but knew better then that. "JJ, you are an FBI agent. You are still an FBI agent, an member of my team. You are a mother and a wife, a friend, a daughter, you are so much more than what they took away."

JJ looked up at the lights, silently praying that the tears did not slip down her cheeks. She had been a powerful FBI agent, she was trained not to cry; she would not cry. She was not a victim, not her. But this memory, this one was hurting, it was causing her heart to pound.

He saw tears starting to form, "JJ, talk to me." He pushed hating to see her so vulnerable. "JJ, how was your spine fractured?" He asked, knowing this maybe the rabbit hold that led him to some needed information.

JJ brought her hands up to her eyes and wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape. "I think I fell, " she whispered as the memory slowly flooded back.

"I can walk!" JJ shook out of one of the guards arms, "I don't need your damn help." She said, as the guard cuffed her arms behind her.

"Are you sure?" He had asked, not trusting her balance at the moment. She had just had a seizure and Doc had administered the rescue medication; she had woken up hours later angrier then the guard had ever seen her. Doc had reassured the guard that her agitation was a result of the seizure and medication but that was incapable of causing any really harm in her current state. The guard didn't believe that for a second. Her skills were legendary in the compound and it was well known not to ever under estimate her capabilities.

"I'm damn sure." She hissed, trying to shake the guard off of her.

He sighed and let go of her arm, taking note to walk right behind her. He followed her silently down a hall, until he directed her to turn left. "Stay there, I need to get the door open." He ordered, he took his hands off her arm to scan his key card; and the door opened. JJ took a step forward and didn't see the stairs; she fell head first down the two flights, landing on her back on the concrete floor.

"Fuck!" The guard had screamed before yelling into his radio for help. He jumped down the stairs before leaning down beside her. "Do not move, JJ." He warned, "JJ, you are really hurt, please do not move." He pleaded, taking his gloved hand and wiping blood away from her forehead.

She knew instantly that something had gone very wrong; her head was pounding and there was a slight tingling sensation going up her waist. She wanted to fight, to keep fighting, to run. The guard's gun and keys were dangling in front of her, but he was too far back. She tried to lift her leg to kick but found she couldn't. Had she broken her leg on the fall? No, it didn't hurt… she tried the other leg and the same result.

Panic began rushing through her, what the hell had happened. Suddenly, she heard rushed footsteps and the sound of voices. "Roy, what the hell happened?" JJ heard Doc's voice speaking to the guard.

"She got into the stairwell before I could grab her, fell head first."

"JJ, stay still for me hon, okay?" A nurse was at her side, running her hair gently over JJ's forehead. "We are going to get you fixed up," She smiled as two more nurses arrived with a backboard and neck brace.

JJ watched the team curiously, they were worried. She could see that, they were talking quickly. And she heard Doc mention a concussion and spinal fracture. And suddenly, she felt her self being lifted into the air, a team of people walking beside her. She tried to sit up but quickly found herself restrained.

"JJ, stay still." The same nurse spoke softly to her, rubbing her hand. "We need to get you to our emergency room."

JJ's voice became quieter as she spoke; retelling the story. "I think that's when I became… well that's when I stopped being able to walk. I don't remember feeling much after that." She nearly whispered.

"JJ, you mentioned something to Ross about the chip and GPS, that it can control your movement and breathing."

JJ nodded, "I know it sounds crazy, Hotch,"

"JJ, open your eyes," JJ heard a voice, a new voice calling her name. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find herself in yet another room. "That a girl!" She felt someone touch her arm and she flinched. "JJ, can you look at me?" Her eyes flickered over to the new voice and she saw a young man in green scrubs standing over her. She groaned in pain. "I'll get you some more morphine in a minute, okay?" His voice was gentle, soft. "JJ, I am a neurosurgeon here; you took a nasty fall down the stairs a few days ago. You needed emergency surgery because of the swelling in your spinal cord." He paused for a moment, taking a seat next to her on the bed, "JJ, I did all I could. Unfortunately, your injury was horrific." She looked at him confused, what in the hell was he talking about. "Okay, let me explain this. I was called in three days ago regarding you; Doc reported you fell down the stairs and the CT scan reveled two fractures in your spinal column. We rushed you to emergency surgery, by the time you were unconscious. You were in surgery for close to twelve hours. Doc told me about the GPS and chip that you were given a few weeks ago; I was able to retrieve it and rewire it. This is where its going to get a bit confusing so stay with me. The chip is back in place but has a few more capabilities. The injury was catastrophic and I do not see you regaining the ability to walk again; we will go over those ramifications in a minute but I want you to understand something. You can possibly feel some in the future; the flip side is that in order to do that, we have to turn on the chip. If that chip is on, electrical currents will shoot up your spinal column, it won't be comfortable but you will be able to feel something. This may come in handy if you ever want to use the bathroom again on your own."

"What did you do to me?" Her throat hurt, she knew it was from the surgery.

"JJ, that chip is not active right now. That chip and the GPS are in the same device, however, they can work separately or in tandem. If the GPS coordinates change for example, it'll automatically turn on the chip. It's a technological fail but it still works. We can have both on or one or the other. Do you understand? I gave you a lot of information." He looked down at her, the shock of the information was clearly overwhelming. "We will have a nurse come in once every two hours to cath you.."

"What?" JJ looked at him in horror.

The doctor paused for a moment. "JJ, you are paralyzed from the waist down; you cannot control your bladder at all. Not anymore. You have to have a catheter every few hours to ensure you do not get a bladder infection. Eventually, we will teach you how to do it yourself, but for now…"

"No." JJ shook her head and tried to move her legs. Nothing happened. "The chip, turn it on!" She demanded, hoping to feel something.

The neurosurgeon shook his head and grabbed the IV tubing. "JJ, that chip will cause tremendous pain and put extreme stress on your body. If it runs too long it can quickly put you into cardiac arrest. If you were a good girl and had listened, we wouldn't be in this position. This is your fault and only your fault. We will only use the chip when strictly necessary. However, if somehow you find a way to remove it; you immediately lose any control over your body. You won't move from the neck down, you won't be able to breathe on your own. That chip is the only thing keeping you somewhat stable; that chip is allowing you to breathe on your own. If it comes out, you will be dependent on a ventilator for the remainder of your life. Now, I am giving you some medicine to help you sleep; your body needs to heal."

Hotch stared at his agent, she spoke so softly and wouldn't meet his gaze. "I shouldn't have tried to get away, Hotch. It is my fault that I am like this."

"No, JJ. It's not." He shook his head and grabbed her hand. "Its their fault and only theirs. JJ, you mentioned that the neurosurgeon stated that if they adjust the GPS, it automatically turn on the chip." JJ nodded, "JJ, why would they adjust the GPS?"

JJ took a deep breath. "To trap me here. They put in coordinates for the GPS. If I cross that barrier," JJ shook her head. "If I cross that barrier it'll lead to a massive seizure. And I will not be able to think clearly for a few days. Last time," she paused. "Last time Doc told me the seizure lasted five minutes ; obviously I don't remember any of it. But I do remember waking up three days later; I couldn't breathe." Her shaking got worse, "apparently, the chip sends a shock of electricity up my spine and to my brain; it only stops when the control room believes it has done its job." She looked up at him. "Hotch, please, I don't want to talk about it anymore right now." She pleaded and he nodded. He pledged to go at her pace, and she was clearly asking for a break. He didn't want to put anymore stress on her.

And Hotch couldn't do anything; anything but think of what he could do now. JJ was trapped and there was nothing he could do without putting her life at significant risk. He needed help. It was time to bring in the entire team. But it was also time to give JJ something to smile about.