AN: Yall are amazing, thank you sooo much for the reviews! Again, this will not be a short story and JJ will be in extreme danger soon... just in case you were not aware of that and how I write!

All I can say is if you don't like it, don't want to see it, you are under no obligation to read it. :)

Penelope Garcia had been sitting at her fortress for hours; her mind drifting aimlessly. She wanted her best friend back. No, she needed her back. But she couldn't get to her; Hotch had expressed the severity of the situation and Garcia had backed down.

She had to keep JJ safe. And if that meant not being able to see JJ for however long, Garcia would accept that. Begrudgingly she would accept it, but that didn't stop her from being excited about something! Anything! And so she had taken to shopping online; ordering hundreds of dollars' worth of gifts for her JJ.

She was just looking at how to spoof up JJ's wheels when she heard her boss calling. "Sir?" She asked, her voice shaking. She despised the calls now; any call from Hotch made her shake. Made her ready to do what she needed to keep her friend alive.

"She's fine, Garcia," Hotch replied, knowing it was far from the truth. "Garcia, I need you out here." He glanced back at JJ. "She needs you."

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She had raced to the airport, hell no was she waiting for the bureau jet to come and get her.

"I need the first flight out to Seattle!" She had slammed down her credit card on the desk, "I don't care what airline, I don't care what class. Just get me there." And the desk agent had come through spectacularly and flashing her FBI badge, Garcia was able to rush through security and towards her flight.

She panted as she boarded, pushing passed grumpy passengers. She looked up and down the aisle before finding her first class seat and squeezing into.

"You made it!" The gentleman sitting next to her smiled, helping her place with four bags in the overhead bins.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Garcia replied, taking a deep breath as she settled into the seat. The plane began taxing just a minute later.

The man laughed, "Something important?"

Garcia smiled, "You can say that! My best friend needs me and like hell I will let her down." She shifted and her purse snapped open, little trinkets falling everywhere. "Damn it," She growled.

"Here, let me get them." The man said, bending over and collecting the numerous trinkets, handing them over. "I am guessing these are for your best friend?" He turned one over in his fingers as Garcia placed them back in her purse.

"Yeah, she got hurt pretty bad and has been down. I ordered those for her a few days ago." She rolled her eyes before reaching over and opening the small jar. "It's apparently therapy dough, helps release stress I think. It is supposed to smell like the ocean!" She handed it back over and the man took a whiff.

"It actually does," He replied, taking the small jar from her hands. "Is it okay if I touch it?"

"Of course!" Garcia gestured to him, "I know how stressful flying can be! I'm Penelope by the way;" she held out her hand as the man shook it.

"I'm Ian. Nice to meet you Ms. Penelope."

Nearly five hours later, Garcia rushed out of the bag claim and into the waiting SUV. "You take me to her right now!" She growled at Morgan. "I need her."

Morgan laughed, "And she needs you."

"Does she know I am coming?" Garcia asked, fastening her seatbelt.

Morgan shook his head, "No, we want to surprise her." He smiled as he grabbed the multitude of bags Garcia had brought with her. "Good lord princess what did you bring?" He groaned as he lifted one of the bags.

"Just some gifts!"

Morgan arched his eyebrow, "Some gifts?"

Garcia shrugged, "new clothes, books, gift cards, fun things. She has to be board out of her mind."

"Oh she is; she keeps asking to leave the house. But Hotch refuses, he won't even let her near the windows right now."

"Oh, that's not good. One of them will have to give eventually; my bet is Hotch gives in the next few days."

"I'll take that bet, he has been excessively protective of her the last few weeks. I think she will give before he does."

"Well that's probably why she needs some cheering up! She went from complete independence to not even being allowed near a window by herself. You know that hurts her." Morgan could only nod, "Hotch also needs to talk to you about something else. Reid will be here soon."

That stopped Garcia dead. "What else?"

Morgan shook his head, "There is another chip but this one is much more sophisticated then any other. Hotch needs your technological excellence and Reid's brain power for…"

"Just take it out of her! It's been done before, why can't we…" Tears formed in her eyes.

Morgan shook his head and grabbed Garcia's hand. "This one is different, Hotch will explain it all."

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Ian whistled as he stood in line to get his rental car; he had finally stepped up the proverbial ladder and had been invited to the newest compound just outside of Seattle. It happened to correlate to exactly where their current pain in the ass was "in hiding."

He quickly found his assigned car and headed south; his GPS giving him an estimated time of approximately thirty seven minutes. The drive was easy and as he left the city Ian smiled; the compound was close. And while no address was associated with it, Ian had plugged in the address for a small home situated on a small property, the mountains in the background.

It was perfect.

He wasted no time as he parked the car and jumped out, heading straight to the door. He scanned his key card and the door swung open. He read the directions that had been sent to him by text, wandering around the house and into the basement. Ian whistled as he pushed against the basement wall and it swung open; revealing a massive center.

It looked as if it was a fully functioning hospital, although on a much smaller scale. And as he walked down the hallway, he noticed a hallway that had the word "restricted" written on it. His curiosity getting the best of him, he peered in and smiled.

This was a secure room, one where it was nearly impossible to get out of without extensive security checks in place. Dr. Cruz was inside as was Dr. Bryant and a team of security guards. He counted five nurses, all of them looking at tablets in their hands. Medical supplies and medication were being brought in. It was clear that once this person was brought into this room they wouldn't ever leave for any reason. Any procedure, test or surgery would be performed in those four walls. It was being prepared for someone. And Ian knew exactly who that someone was.

JJ would be coming home soon.