AN: YAY for reviews; they make me write fast! Also, there will be a third part to this story. A trilogy!

Hotch stood outside the medical examiners officer, waiting to speak with the pathologist. He had not slept in two days; had not slept since he had woken up in the hospital and was told JJ was gone. He and the team had been working frantically since; and this time Hotch had let go of his need for control. He had called in any and all available resources.

Homeland, Department of Defense, FBI, local authorities, state police, they were all involved. All looking to find JJ and bring Talia and Ian to justice; because now the true horror of what was occurring was a threat to national security.

Everyone was looking for JJ; and they had moved quickly. Her picture was flashed on electronic billboards as was Talia, Leaff and Ian's. At JJ was the most wanted person in the country. Even Interpol had offered their expertise.

And they were inching closer; they were closer then they had ever been before. At least this time, they knew who had JJ. They knew what was occurring and they knew that most likely, they would want to keep her alive.

"Agent Hotchner?" Hotch looked up to see the doctor approaching him, a large file in his hand. "This is everything we have on him. It isn't much; we did find cocaine and alcohol in his system. What was odd though he we found traces of soil and rocks stuck in the bottom of his shoes."

Hotch raised an eyebrow, this was something. "Go on,"

"I spoke with a geologist and the only place this soil is known to be is in Pyongyang." He paused again. "There was a very small scar on his lower back; it looked like was a tattoo that had been removed. We were able to enhance it and it came back as two names; Robert and Talia."

Hotch didn't react, didn't show anything but knew this was big. He thought back to his conversation with Ross. Ross who had explained that Talia's husband had died from unknown causes; that his name had been Robert. "I need a photo of that immediately."

Hotch rushed into his SUV, ignoring the stares as he turned on the slights and sirens before speeding back towards the former safe house. "Ross," Hotch said quickly, "I need to know about Robert."

There was a pause, "What do you need to know?"

"Anything, tell me anything. Was he ever sick? How was their marriage?"

"He was exceptionally healthy I believe, I don't ever remember him being sick actually. Not even a cold; it was like he had a superior immune system. I believe he spent time in Africa working with infectious diseases. Talia never seemed concerned that he would bring home anything though. As far as their marriage, I don't know if I have ever seen a happier couple. They spent every moment together; traveled together. And when Robert died, Talia just shut down."

"Ross, do you remember seeing any tattoos on Robert?" Hotch asked, pulling the SUV into the driveway.

"Him and Talia got one of those corny matching tattoos, both had their names tattooed."

Hotch took a deep breath, he had to focus on finding JJ; he couldn't let emotion overwhelm him "Ross, did you go to a funeral for Robert?"

"No, Talia asked that everything remain private; she asked us to let her grieve in her way. I think she had him cremated because I have never seen a grave."

"Thanks Ross," Hotch replied before hanging up the phone and immediately dialing Garcia. "I need you to find out everything about Robert Cruz."

"On it boss," Hotch heard the frantic typing of Garcia's keyboard. "Looks like he died in 2015, no cause of death. I have the death certificate and it is signed off on by a Dr. Lacey."

"We need to find Dr. Lacey,"

"Give me one…." She paused and Hotch knew she had found something "Hotch, Dr. Lacey is a neurosurgeon; he specializes in spinal cord injuries."

"Where is he practicing?"

"Detroit it looks like; he has a swanky private practice there. Damn, this dude has his own private plane and everything."

Hotch took a deep breath, "Get the local Bureau out there; tell them to bring Lacey in. JJ maybe close to Detroit; they've had enough time to get there. SWAT and HRT needs to go too."

He entered the home hanging up the phone, "Let's go," he said loudly, "We need to get to Detroit. Emily, you and Rossi stay here. Ross, Morgan and Reid will come with me."

The three men nodded, following Hotch out the door, not making any conversation. It wasn't until they were on the jet that Hotch reached over to Ross, "What will JJ need once we get her out?"

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JJ sat in the bed, still in shock of what was happening. Her mind simply could not process how she had gotten back here. And as she looked down at her bare chest and saw the small device protruding from under skin, JJ knew this was reality.

And now with her paralysis, JJ couldn't think of any possible way out of this by herself; there was not even anything available to help her move. They had her trapped in every way possible.

She heard a soft knock and looked over to see Leaff walking towards her, a cup and dish in his hands. "I brought you some mashed potatoes and some water. We need to get something in your system."

JJ shook her head, "I am not hungry or thirsty." She glared at him. "I will not eat this time." She turned away as Leaff offered her the spoon; he wasn't dumb enough to hand over a fork of knife.

"They already know that JJ; they are waiting to see if you eat this. If you don't, they are already ahead of you and will just place an NG tube. They are way ahead of where you were the first time."

JJ shook her head, she wasn't going to give in; she knew they had the control and do what they wanted; but she also knew she wasn't going to make it easier for them. "I'll just pull it out."

Leaff smiled, "oh they know sweetie; they'll find you through it and restrain you as the feed going through. Once it is done, they'll just pull it and when you need to eat again, they'll place it again."

"They don't scare me," She replied, looking back at the door. "My team is already looking for me."

"We know darlin', we know." He reached over one more time with the spoon, trying to get her to eat. "JJ; we have a nurse that is going to come in and cath you; unless you can do it yourself? Last I ehard, you didn't quite have the stregnth just yet and I cannot see you having it now."

JJ took a deep breath and hit at the spoon, sending the poatos flying. "Okay, sweetheart, we will do it our way." And Leaff stood up and turned around, leaving the room.

JJ watched him go and knew that if she had any chance of getting out of here; Leaff would be the one to do it. Her fingers wrapped around the blanket and an idea came to her; it would take a while, but she was certain she could make it happen. At least part one of her plan was beginning to form.

She was focusing on the blanket when she heard the door swing open and saw Bryant walk in, Talia and two guards behind him. A kit in his hands. "We heard you refused to eat; well, lets take care of that now." He smiled and JJ didn't have time to react before the two guards pulled her upright into a sitting postion, restraining her against the bed. She then felt someone come behind and for her head back.

"Just a tad bit uncomfrotable," Bryant smiled at her as he came closer with a yellow tube. And suddenly, he moved forward and placed the tube in her nose, ignoring her as she fought back and forth with him. He guided the tube down slowly and then reached over and grabbed an adheasive, fixing the tube to her cheek. "There ya go," he grabed a syringe and she watched as he sent saline down it. "Looks good!" He nodded to Talia. "okay, JJ, this," he held up another sytinge, "is your lunch." And without warning, he open the tube port and began slowly pushing the contents into it.

They held her the entire time, held her still for the hour it took for the contents of the syrgine to reach her stomach and suddenly, the tube was ripped out and JJ felt herself gagging.

She looked up to see Bryant and Talia heading out the door before Bryant tured back to her, "let me know if you decide to eat dinner witout our assitance. Leaff, step out for a moment," he commanded.

Leaff nodded and joined the group of doctors outside. "That was not just food," Talia began, "we have started the process we needed to; from now on, anyone that enters the room will need to be in protective equipemnt. We have vents that will beging pumping in chemcials in about ten minutes; you need to make sure you nose and mouth are covered as well."

"How is she going to react?" He asked, turning to look at JJ.

Talia shook her head, "she'll be nausated, start coughing, we will keep an eye on her breathing. I don't see her seizing at all, but she will be exceptionally lethargic the further we go. The entire procedure will take about seven to ten days; we will do twice daily blood draws to see where she is sitting. She'll know something is happening, she just will not know what and we need to keep it that way. She is not to know what is occuring under any circumstance. Clear?"

Leaff nodded, "Yes, ma'am," and he followed her down the hallway, looking to grab the equipment he would need to wear from now on.