AN: Like I mentioned before, I typically do not reveal what may happen in a story in an AN. However, it occurred to me today that I need to say this. I do not want people to assume JJ has a weakness because she is in a wheelchair; I do not want a quick fix for JJ being in a wheelchair. And I do not want anyone feeling sorry for her being in a wheelchair. JJ is a kickass character and being differently abled will only add more strength of her character :)

Essentially, read between the lines here. Being in a wheelchair does not take away from her strength or identity, it alters it, but doesn't take it away. Just as it shouldn't for any real life person :)

Talia Cruz stood next to JJ's room, ready to move forward with the port placement. JJ had regained consciousness less then half an hour ago; and it was clear to everyone she was disoriented. Her eyes were unfocused and she couldn't answer questions including her own name.

"This is actually how she always is following a bad seizure," Leaff explained. "Once she wakes up, she'll bounce back pretty quickly." He reached over and made sure the blanket was covering JJ and that she was comfortable. "I'd give her another twenty minutes and she'll be back to fighting with us."

Talia smiled, relieved that it looked like JJ would recover just fine. "Let's get her ready then, I'd rather start this now and get it done then wrestle her and risk hurting her. She needs the port, we need to start this now. We have the medication and procedure to do this, but we are running out of time. It'll take at least a week to wipe out her immune system."

"Is that when she is being moved?"

Talia looked at him, she had been careful with the information. "She will be transported somewhere else; yes. But we are keeping the location and times confidential. The less information released the better."

"Will she be told?" Leaff nodded towards JJ. "She deserves to know."

"No; she will not be told. She will not even know where she is once she lands. She will be sedated again and driven to the local compound. They are taking as many precautions as possible to make sure she never finds out where she is."

Leaff swallowed, "Why is that?"

Talia was silent for a bit before speaking up. "Because she needs to have hope that there is a chance of rescue. If she gets a hint of where she is, we think it's very likely her PTSD will get much worse as will the depression and anxiety. We firmly believe her will to fight has kept her going this long and we want her to have that. Even if it is a pain in the ass to deal with her."

"The FBI will never stop looking for her, for us."

Tailia smiled and nodded, "The FBI has no jurisdiction where she is going; as for us, I am out of the country before she is." Talia looked at Leaff and reached over, putting her hand on Leaff's shoulders. "I've known you since you were a kid, you are Ian's best friend. I hope you know I would never do something to hurt you."

Leaff nodded, "I know, and I will never be able to thank you enough for taking me in; I'll miss you."

Talia grinned and brought him into a hug, "Love ya, kid. But I need to know you'll be okay when we send JJ away? I need to know that you did a damn good job with her and that a bonus will be coming your way. But I also need to know that you can take your emotions out of this for a bit and are going to be able to get her on that plane?"

Leaff looked down at JJ, watching as she began moving more and more. "Yes, I will be able to do that. Just let me know when."

"Good to know, and yes, I will let you know. You will find out when we are leaving for transport, I am sorry, I just cannot give out anymore detail then that. Dr. Bryant is coming in in about five minutes to help me place the port. Do you want to stay or step out?"

Leaff looked down at JJ and took one of her hands in his, "I'll stay."

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"JJ, open your eyes." She heard a soft voice calling her name. "C'mon JJ, it is time to wake up," JJ felt someone shaking her shoulder.

"Stop." She groaned, becoming aware of how sore her body was. Where the hell had that come from? Her body was hurting; it was an awful ache that ran from her waist up to her neck and shoulders, even her teeth hurt.

"JJ, I am not going to tell you again." The voice was angry, JJ could pick up on that instantly and suddenly she felt her heart racing. No, no this was not happening, this was not possible.

"JJ, please," and hearing his voice, JJ knew her worst nightmare was back; it was coming true. They had found her; they had her. "JJ, I know you can hear me, your heart rate is skyrocketing."

And suddenly, she felt someone rub a knuckle down her sternum and JJ's eyes flashed open at the sudden pain.

"There ya go," a woman was bending over her, someone JJ had never seen before. "That is called a sternum rub; it works pretty well to wake someone up."

JJ looked at her, then around the room. Leaff was there as was another man JJ had never seen. She shook her head, trying to pull herself out of this nightmare. This wasn't happening. She tried to remember what had happened, how she had ended up back with them but her mind was blank. She remembered sleeping and then waking up shivering, she remembered Hotch and Ross but after that, there was nothing.

"JJ," she felt someone's hands grab her chin and face it up so that she had to look at them. "My name is Talia, I have heard a lot about you." Talia sat down next to JJ, talking softly as Bryant prepared the supplies they would need. She reached over and stroked JJ's hair, laughing as she saw JJ realizing what was happening.

JJ was frantic, her mind was telling her body to fight, flight or freeze. Flight was out; it was fight or freeze. And JJ knew which would she would utilize first; it was an unconscious decision but one that had been made.

And she wasn't sure what clued them in but suddenly, her arms were being yanked about her head and restrained, The muscle memory kicking in, she knew they would restrain her hips next, stopping her from moving. And she couldn't fight.

"JJ, we gave you a small dose; it won't knock you out per say, but it keeps you more manageable for us why we do this."

Her body wouldn't cooperate no matter what she tried; she even struggled to get words out. "I can bet that you are feeling pretty off right now; it'll wear off shortly, don't worry. You'll be back to your feisty self. But we have to do one thing before that happens," Talia smiled and nodded at Leaff.

"Hi sweetheart," Leaff reached over and pulled the blanket away, then removed the gown before placing a warm blanket back over her, pulling it up to her elbows. "We've done this before, remember? You've had a port before."

JJ shook her head at the memory, "No," she got out as she saw another man come over and smile down at her.

"Just wiping you down with some alcohol, sweetie," the man said as he ran a small cloth just below JJ's collar bone. "Leaff let us know you had one of these before, so you know how they work." The man lifted up the small device so that JJ could see it. "I already gave you some medicine so you won't feel as much."

"I don't want it," JJ's voice was hoarse but she forced herself to speak.

"I know sweetie, but you don't have a choice. Let's get this out of the way and then you can have something to eat and drink, okay?" JJ shook her head but then felt Leaff grab her chin and move her head towards him.

"Look at me JJ, you don't want to see this." And just as he said it, JJ felt the prick and began to fight, to struggle againt the new man. "Hold still baby girl," Leaff cooed.

"There you go," Talia stood next to JJ, watching as Bryant worked on the port. She could see the pain in JJ's eyes, see it in her body language, see it through the vitals projected on the monitors. "JJ, why Dr. Bryant is doing this, I need to tell you a few things." She took JJ's hand in her own, wathcing the woman struggle and gasp. "You cannot escape this room; you will not leave this room; you will eat and drink and sleep in here. All procedures will be done in this room, all testing will happen in this room. It has a secuirty system in place that is electrified; if you try and get out that door… well… take my word on it; don't try. And now this part; we will start coming to visit you wearing personal protective equipemnt; once this port is placed we have to start.." Talia paused and then shook her head, "You know what, never mind. We will just keep that information private."

JJ shook her head, "why?" She asked, not understanding why the group was so focused on her.

"Why? Because my dear, you are the only person who has surived. And you are worth a lot of money. You are my golden ticket."

And JJ shook her head; she just hoped her team would find her. She knew the odds were stacked againt her the first time; but they were tremendously worse this time.

"JJ, to help keep you more… compliant, there is no wheelchair in this room. You will not be getting one; if you want to ry and escape, you better pray to someone that plently of miracles head your way. Starting with you regaining feeling." Talia smiled and stood up, "and by the way, from a neurosurgeon's perspetive, you have a snowballs chance in hell of that ever happening." She stroked JJ's hair once again before standing up and heading for the door. "Wait an hour and we will start." She directed to Bryant before scanning her badge and casually walking by the guard stationed inside JJ's room and the one standing out. Yes, JJ had no chance of getting away this time; that Talia was confident in.