AN: GRAPHIC chapter, not in details but just themes and mentions of what happens. Again, I write from my trauma and have noticed that when my PTSD is getting unmanageable, I am able to write and it helps bring it back down.
This story has alternating POV's, the first was the UNSUB, this one is from Hotch's. I will try and remember to clarify at the start of each chapter. Originally, I had a plan in mind, but as usual, that has changed :)
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ON with the show:
Hotch's POV:
You rub your eyes, exhausted from the day's events. The case is technically over, your UNSUB dead. You and the team are just wrapping up a few things before finally heading home. This case has been a long one and you know you are not the only one excited to get on the jet. You know that each one of your team is ready to sleep in their own beds with their own families.
But you are focused on one specifically, Will had called you a few times wanting to check in on JJ. "Listen Hotch, she will shoot me if she knows I am worrying about her; but I just can't shake this feelin you know?" And he had asked you not to let her know he had called and to let you know when the case was over, and she was headed home, and you had agreed. It was almost an unspoken command on the team. Everyone looked out for one another, but there was something special about JJ. And everyone knew JJ was more then capable of taking care of herself but still… there was something there. And it had always been there. It was not coddling or caretaking, it was almost an innate sense to watch out for their little sister.
And for years this had gone on, Will would send you a text and you would respond, reassuring him that JJ was fine.
But now, something was off. You had tried to reach out to JJ several times, tried calling and texting but was not receiving any answer. "Has anyone heard from JJ?" You call out to the team, seeing everyone back in the conference room at the hotel. They all shake their heads and pull out their phones to see if they had received a text. Nobody answers.
You bite your lip and call Garcia. "I need you to track JJ's phone," you do not bother elaborating and Garcia, hearing the pressure in your voice, does not ask any questions.
"Oka… okay," you hear the brief fear in her voice, "I… got a lock on it. Five miles south of your location, looks like an old gas station. The SUV is there as well."
You nod and hear the ping on your phone knowing that Garcia had just sent you the location. "Keep trying to get a hold of her," you direct Garcia as you follow the team out the door.
"Hotch, the gas station is less then a block from where Lacy Conner was abducted from; JJ maybe looking for evidence," Morgan broke the silence.
Lacy Conner, the first victim of your UNSUB, your UNSUB who JJ herself took down after he came after her. And the more you think about it, the relief spreads over you. You think JJ may have come back to get her closure, to get the closure of almost being abducted. Again. And you breathe, that makes a lot of sense. And she probably just left her phone in the SUV, after all you know your agent and you know how she reacts when she is stressed. Or afraid, an emotion she rarely shows. JJ will flee, she will pull away and hide- or in her case, go back to where she was. And you feel your muscles relax. JJ is fine.
And as Rossi guides the SUV around the corner, you see JJ's SUV parked at the gas station and your heart drops again. Something is wrong. The SUV is parked at an angle, as if JJ was planning on stepping out quickly and coming right back. You look back at Morgan who is almost out of the SUV before it has stopped.
You follow him out and walk over to the still running SUV.
"Its about damn time yall got here!" You turn to see a heavy man walking from the gas station. "I called yall 'bout two hours ago." He lights a cigarette as he stares at you. "Get that damn thing outa here," he gestures towards the SUV. "It's blockin some of my customers."
You glare at him as your team explores the SUV. "Sir, did you see the driver of this car?" You point back towards the SUV.
"Hell yeah, I thought she was a nice lady. She paid for a bottle of water and the next thing I know, she leaves her damn SUV in my parkin lot, leaves it runnin and all."
Your eyes grow wide, "how long ago was that?"
"What does it matter to you, I called you to tow the damn thing outta here. Do your job if you want to get paid, I ain't got time to give a fuck about her."
You lick your lips, your temper rising. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Morgan and Emily begin walking around the building. You know they are looking for JJ. You reach into your pocket and pull out your badge, flashing it in front of the attendant. "I give a damn about her. Now, how long ago did you see her?"
It takes over an hour, but you are finally able to connect with the owner of the gas station. "I need your security footage," you demand, watching as the local field office descends on the now crime scene. JJ is gone.
"Agent, I am so sorry, but we don't have any." The owner replies. "It is too expensive to maintain,"
And you angrily end the call before calling Garcia, "I need you to get access to anyone who may have a security camera around here, I do not care what you have to do, you have my authorization to get whatever you need. Just get it."
It's clear, you know something has happened to your agent. Something has gone wrong. You look around at your surroundings and see various buildings, streets and a few trees and then a lake. But there is no JJ, she is not here.
Her SUV is being canvassed by the CSI team, every inch of it being looked over. And then your radio crackles and its Garcia.
"Hotch! They.. she.." Garcia is hysterical and you know she has discovered something.
"Where is she?" You flag your team over, ready to go.
"I… she didn't see it coming. She was in the field and two men came up behind her. She didn't have a chance, they grabbed her Hotch. They drugged her, it was quick," you can hear the tears in Garcia's voice.
"Garcia, did you see where they took her?"
"A truck, a red truck, I ran the plates, and the car came up stolen. It headed west from your direction, but that's all I got."
"Send us the video."
Hour pass, you have watched the video hundreds of times, trying to pick up on every minute detail. The abduction was fast, JJ had no time to react. The men were strong, they knew she was armed. One had grabbed her gun immediately as the partner held the rag over her nose and mouth. She went down quickly, and you knew the rag had been chloroformed.
Other details become apparent; this was a two-man job, but you do not think they are experienced. They are young, college aged. Confident. They do not bother to hide their faces; the footage picks up on audio as well. You hear JJ's muffled screams as she loses consciousness, hear the men laughing as they easily lift her and carry her to the red truck.
And you hear one phrase that keys you in "we will have so many followers after this challenge."
Its that one phrase that now has you and almost the entire Nashville field office canvasing any and all social media networks. You have your arms crossed as you stand behind one of the techs and all goes silent.
"Agent Hotchner," a tech calls over and you head towards her. "We have a live feed sir; is this Agent Jareau?"
You swallow and look at the image flooding back; on the floor in a dirty room, is JJ. She is cuffed but her clothes are still on and you see the icy blue glare in her eyes.
"Is this live?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Yes sir," the tech replies. "I am working on getting a location for you."
You nod and watch, preparing yourself for anything you are going to witness.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" You hear the same voice you heard from the security footage say. He is not on camera yet, but you can tell JJ is looking straight at him. JJ does not reply but simply shifts her position and you know what she is doing. She is determined not show fear. She has learned how to disassociate. The lack of reply seems to have ignited the anger in one of the men as you watch as suddenly another figure comes into view. And for the first time, you get a good image of this kid. You do not need to direct the tech; she is already working hard on it.
"I asked if you were going to be a good girl?" The voice is harsh, and you watch JJ, you know that expression on her face and you know she will refuse to give in. It happens in a flash. You barely register as the same man pulls a hammer from his pocket and slams it into her jaw; she falls over instantly, blood pouring from her mouth.
You have seen a lot, but this makes you flinch. JJ is on the ground now and you have no doubt her jaw is broken. The same man steps forward again and pulls her into a sitting position before reaching down and grabbing her jaw. JJ flinches in pain. "This is just the beginning…"
You watch as JJ remains defiant, refuses to give into their commands. You watch as they systematically torture your agent, you watch as you hear the frantic work of a team of agents working to locate one of their own. And you know the violation that will occur soon and you force everyone out but the tech and Emily. JJ does not need to have anymore people watching this then already are.
And it sickens you, the tech has locked onto the social media site that the live stream is being broadcast. Well over 1600 followers are watching; are watching and requesting horrific acts to be done. And the men who have JJ are doing it all; they have provided their bank information for donations. "If you have requests you absolutely want done, go ahead and send the money." The man commands.
"Morgan, anything?" You whisper into your radio, hoping that they are anywhere close.
"No, we have as many techs as possible working on it. We are in contact with the social media's president as well as the bank."
You watch, powerless, as your agent endures more and more injuries. You feel nauseated when you hear the crack of her arm as it is twisted behind her. Her body is bleeding, bruises are forming, and you know there is more to come. You are monitoring the comments, determined to prosecute everyone of the followers who voice wanting to see something.
And then one comes that makes your blood broil.
"She is gorgeous, I wonder what she looks like with you two on top of her,"
"Find her now." You find yourself pounding your fist on the table. And you know you will not get there in time.
You watch as JJ shakes her head, but she does not beg. She keeps fighting, even as her clothes are slowly taken away from her. Her body is shaking now, and you know she is in significant pain. More comments and suggestions flood in, more then ever before.
"You want us to do what to her?" One of the men laughs as he appears to read the comment, "oh man, you are one sick son of a bitch. But you sent the money, so of course we will."
You watch her body shake and tremble with the horrific and ongoing violations. You watch as she is no longer able to hold herself up from the pain, from the blood loss and you begin to wonder if you are going to lose her.
It is going on four hours now, four hours of torture and hell for your agent. The men are sweating and your agent lies still on the floor. She is still conscious it seems; her eyes are open and you see one tear cascading down her cheek. She does not try and lift her now uncuffed hands to dry it.
"We have time for one more stunt," you shake your head as you see the man grab JJ's duty flashlight and lean down beside JJ. "C'mon now," he rolls her onto her back and slides his hands down her shaking and blood caked body; it starts at her chest and slowly makes his ways down until he stops on her thighs. "Open up," he orders, and JJ shakes her head, still fighting. The man laughs and his partner walks over, forcing her legs apart. You shake your head, knowing what is about to come. And it happens, with tremendous force, you watch as the man turns the flashlight around and forces it inside JJ's body, hitting it as he does and laughing as she writhes in pain. She is shaking almost convulsing, and you see her hand trying to reach out, trying to remove the object. But the man grabs her arms and pulls them above her head and handcuffs them.
"No, no baby, that needs to stay," he tells her, caressing her hair. JJ suddenly coughs and turns her head, blood spilling out as the other man steps forward with a roll of duct tape.
Together the men straighten out her legs, JJ crying in pain as you see her obviously broken legs being forced into a position. Her legs are taped tightly together.
"Just to make sure nothing slips out," one of the men says as his partner grabs a cloth and wraps it around her eyes, followed by cheap headphones that he places over her ears before stuffing a blood-soaked cloth in her moth. The two men then wrap her in a hospital restraint, forbidding any movement. She cannot move, she cannot hear or see or cry out.
"Whatcha think? We completed the challenge and added more to it; not sure if she is dead but she will be soon. Glad we were able to have a great time with her. We will keep a trophy." He lifts up JJ's clothes, all bloodied. Followed by her Kevlar vest.
And the feed goes dead.
The room is quiet. Nobody is talking or moving.
"Hotch," it's Emily. She is pale and shaking her head.
You look up at the ceiling, trying to think of where to go. What to do. "Get a press conference together, now."
Less then an hour later, there are numerous reporters standing outside the gas station and you step forward.
"I need this man's name; I need his location and I need it now." You explain and flash a picture of JJ. "Agent Jareau is in grave danger. A large reward is being offered for any information leading to the recovery of Agent Jareau," you pause and look directly at the camera "for those you paid for what was done, the FBI will not stop until all of you are prosecuted. We have you and we are coming."
You have just finished the press conference when Morgan comes running, "we have him." You do not ask questions; you will ask later. While you want him, you want JJ more.
"Do we have her?"
The silence answers your question. Morgan tells you that the man's professor had called and turned him in and had provided the address. Explained that the man's name was Paul Graves and that he was twenty-year-old baseball star on the college team.
You don't give a damn what star he is.
And you stand with the teams as they take the apartment. You stand with them and rush with them hoping to find JJ in the apartment.
There is no such luck. She isn't there and you draw your gun, ready to murder Paul. You shoot at him watching him duck in fear. You don't remember what you say or how you have gotten into the apartment.
You hear "warehouse, fourth floor…" and Garcia has the address for you in a heartbeat.
A SWAT helicopter is hovering, and you are allowed to fly with them, a medical chopper is on standby.
You close your eyes, Morgan, and Emily with you. All hoping for the same thing; that your friend is alive.
The warehouse is cold and empty, SWAT makes entry first and you rush in after them, ignoring procedure and rushing to the fourth floor, everyone behind you.
"JJ!" You call, rushing through and around the fourth floor. She has to be here, and you are frantic. And then you see a room that looks familiar, and you rush in. Morgan and Emily right behind you.
You see her immediately, the three of you are at her side in a flash.
The blood is everywhere, her skin is pale, and you cannot hear any sound from her. No groans of pain, no crying, no whispers. No breath.
And you press your fingers to her neck as Morgan and Emily tear off the restraints.
And you close your eyes. You do not feel anything under your fingers. "JJ…" you plead and press harder and close your eyes, praying you feel any movement at all.
There is nothing. But she is still warm.
"C'mon, JJ." You and Morgan carefully roll her on to her back, mindful of the injuries' that litter her battered body. You do not even think before you begin pounding on her chest, hoping to get a heartbeat. Morgan handles providing oxygen. "C'mon JJ," you plead, "C'mon JJ," sweat is dripping off your face as you continue.
"JJ, fight with me," Morgan pleads as Emily leads the SWAT medics in. "Keep fightin, we have you, we got you."
"Agent, we've got her," you hear and feel someone pulling you away. You back away and put your hands to your knees, panting from the energy you used to try and get her heart beating again. Morgan comes and stands by you, Emily next to him. All of you silent as you watch the medics try and bring JJ back. And you watch and know that you will have to make a call to Will and to let him know that today, after this case, JJ is not okay.