AN: You can always tell when my PTSD is bad when I pick on JJ even more so then usual... right now, its bad. So JJ maybe put through a lot more in chapters to come. Just go with it.

Hotch stood in the corner, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as watched Ross and the medic do their best to assess JJ. He was no doctor, but Hotch knew she was in bad shape; he could tell by the way Ross and the medic were talking, how Ross was shaking his head, how much equipment and medication had been pulled out of the bag.

"Agent Hotchner?" Hotch turned to see Grace standing next to him; snow sticking to her clothes. She rubbed her hand over her face before looking at JJ. "How is she?"

Hotch shook his head, "I don't know," he replied honestly. "She needs a hospital but Dr. Ross is doing everything he can for her right now."

Grace nodded and looked over to JJ; she was surrounded by men and Grace could only guess at what had occurred; how it must be even more traumatizing to only be surrounded by tall and strong men. "I was hoping I could stay?" She asked, looking over at Hotch.

Hotch looked over at Grace, "I'd hate to have you do that; I am sure you have a family to get home to."

Grace shook her head, "I have a cat and she is more than capable of handling herself. I am sure I can be of assistance;" he responded, "if nothing else, I can entertain her with girl talk."

Hotch smiled, but knew where Grace was coming from and he appreciated it more than he could express. "I am sure JJ will love it," he looked back over at the young agent, "I am guessing you are not just coming to talk to me about staying in a small cabin."

Grace's grin faded, "I have looked, we have all looked; we cannot get out of here without taking her through the blizzard for at least an hour. We cannot even get a small car in here. Whoever built this cabin, knew what they were doing. It is completely inaccessible."

Hotch took in a deep breath. "Can we get in contact with a local meteorologist?"

"We have been speaking with one; she is going to keep us updated and let us know if there is any break in the weather. Until then…"

Hotch nodded his understanding, "until then, we are stuck." JJ was stuck, not them. Any of them could easily walk out and withstand the cold and wind for at least a mile; JJ wouldn't make it even close to that.

"Dr. Ross provided me a list of additional medical supplies he needed; it is being transported here, along with another doctor." Hotch looked at her ready to speak but Grace interrupted him, "the medical supplies are being escorted here by my team, they are coming as fast as they can; they will make it to the road and another team will walk it in. The visibility is only expected to decrease so it'll most likely be the only trip that can be made. That being said, there has never been a challenge my guys haven't been up to meeting." She smiled at him, "and yes, the new doctor coming in is aware of her condition and immune system."

Hotch looked at her, "you want a job on my team?"

Grace laughed, "that's a no, but lets make sure JJ returns to your team."

Hotch nodded again before stepping towards Ross and the medic. "How is she?" He whispered, seeing JJ asleep.

"She's fighting," Ross replied, "but she is not doing well. Her fever is close to 105; her leg is broken and her knee dislocated. As badly as this sucks, she probably couldn't feel it. It's a blessing in disguise for her; I was able to set her knee and splint her leg. It's the second time this leg has been shattered like this; I do not know what caused the injury," Ross shook his head. "I haven't been able to assess all her injuries yet…" he suddenly stopped talking. "JJ?"

JJ's eyes flashed open, as another shiver raced down her body. She brought her hand up to her face, instantly going for the mask. Ross grabbed it just in time to stop her from yanking it off. "JJ, it needs to stay hon," he said soothingly, restraining her hands so she couldn't take it off. "Its Ross, JJ, I am right here," he whispered, watching as she struggled against him.

"Ross?" Hotch raced over.

Ross shook his head, "She'll be okay, this has been happening about every ten minutes; she'll struggle and then fall back to sleep," he explained, watching as exactly that started to happen and then…

"Ross?" A soft voice said.

"Hi JJ," Ross replied, "We are right here."

JJ nodded and coughed, "Water?" she asked, licking her lips. She didn't open her eyes. "Thirsty."

Ross hesitated, he knew she couldn't swallow and that giving her water could make things exceptionally worse. He had the IV going, and was trying to hydrate her though a saline bag. But he knew she would need at least three to four of them to even make a dent in her dehydration. But she was asking for water, and that to him was a good sign.

"I cannot give you water right now, but how about something else I can try, huh? I learned this trick from my rounds in pediatrics." He rubbed her hand gently before grabbing a clean cloth from his bag and used the distilled water to dampen the rag. "JJ, I am just going to put this on your lips, okay? You can suck on it, but it'll just drip into your mouth, okay?"

JJ nodded and as soon as she felt the rag on her lips, she instinctively began to swallow. However, just as Ross had feared, as soon as she tried, her oxygen level tanked and she began to cough and gag. "Okay, okay, you're okay," he whispered, nodding a thank you to the medic as he sat JJ up.

JJ grimaced in pain as more spasms ran through her body. The coughing hurt so bad; it hurt her throat and her head but the pain in her ribs was horrific. And she knew they had been broken. Every time she coughed or sneezed or moved, the ache intensified. She desperately wanted water, she was so thirsty. She forced her eyes open and became angry when the lights still were not on. But her thirst took priority and she began searching for the damp rag.

"What is it JJ?" Ross watched as her hands began moving, as her head seemed to follow and he knew she was searching for something.

"Water…" she pleaded.

Ross closed his eyes for a second, "JJ, I will help you get water but you need to let me do it, okay?" She nodded instantly and stilled, "JJ, I am just going to run this along your lips, do not drink it okay?" He took the cloth and began gently touching her lips with it, at the touch, he saw her relax again; it had done the trick. "Better?" he asked after several seconds.

JJ nodded again and Ross watched as she quickly fell back to sleep. Now was their chance.

"Hotch, I need to do a pretty thorough exam, are you going to be okay while I exam her?" Ross asked the agent. He wasn't worried about Hotch taking advantage, but he was worried how Hotch might react when he saw the injuries.

But Hotch nodded, "let me know what I need to do."

Ross looked at him, "if you want these bastards to spend their lives in prison, can you take pictures?"

And Hotch nodded again; but Grace stepped forward and handed Hotch one of the cameras. "I can do it if you'd like, agent?" She offered, but Hotch shook his head. He needed to do this.

And as he stepped closer, the camera ready; he realized Leaff had not told them anything. Once again, he had been fooled by Leaff.

Hotch stood silently as Ross gently looked over JJ, this time in extensive detail. He started at the top of her head and began talking out loud.

"Looks like she may have a head injury," he said, his hands running through JJ's hair, "there is dried blood here, but nothing bleeding currently. Okay," his hands stopped right behind her right ear, "yes, whatever happened, happened right here. It looks like she was hit with something; she's got a good sized knot. I'd say within the last few days."

"She would have been with Leaff." Hotch said.

"Yes, she would have been. This injury could be what is causing her blindness." He stopped but it was too late.

"She's blind?" Hotch lowered the camera; he had thought it, but Ross had just confirmed it.

But he shook his head, "right now, she is having trouble seeing, but it could be from a multitude of reasons. Her head injury, her fever, the drugs they pumped her with, I just don't know. I have hope that it isn't permanent but I cannot do anything without more advanced equipment." Ross explained as he continued his exam; his hands ran under her eyes, delicately pressing on the bones and he smiled when he felt nothing abnormal.

And then his hands began trailing down her neck and that was where he stopped, he stopped and took another deep breath and what he was looking at. A faint burn mark; but this one wrapped around her neck. He had seen this before, in his patients who had experienced extensive traumatic injuries and he knew what it was from. But it looked different, it looked odd. It wasn't as thin as the normal ones were

"What the hell?" He whispered, his fingers running along her neck, he followed the line as it went behind and wrapped back around. He heard Hotch calling him but ignored him as his mind processed what he was seeing.

Someone had come in and tried to kill her; someone had come into the cabin and tried to strangle her. They had tried to strangle her and then tried to cover it up; Ross reached over and grabbed the still damp rag before running it along the line and he could only shake his head as the line became more noticeable. It was relatively recent and now Ross knew what the mark was.

Someone had tried to kill her using the oxygen tube she depended on; someone had used the very medical device she needed to try and strangle her. And Ross knew that if his first experience with JJ was any indication of her aversion to medical equipment was any indication; this time would be just as bad; if not tremendously worse.

And he had only seen injuries from her head to her neck; he still had everywhere to go. And for the first time in his medical career, Ross felt tears build in his eyes.

It wasn't fair.