So, I'm back! I'm going to keep the old version up until this one is completely uploaded then I might delete it, or I might not I'm not sure.

I was rereading the old version about 8 weeks ago and realised how badly written it was/is (we'll just blame the dyslexia for that one.) so I decided I was going to re write it. Somethings are the same (just spellings and grammar changes), somethings have had paragraphs or words added, something bits have been completely changed and there have been entirely new sections added.

Please bare in mind i know its not perfect but i've re-read through it 3 times and i think i've got all my mistakes.

Please note everything in italics is a thought and not spoken aloud.

If you get a moment please review, reading them makes me smile.

With that in mind, please enjoy.

*WARNING* please understand that this story had many trigger warnings. Se***l assault, child abuse, assault, drug abuse, flashbacks, nightmares and mental health disorders. Read at your own risk.

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It was a normal day at the BAU, a day filled with consultations and catching up on reports. Sat in the bullpen around the desks were David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Emily Prentiss. Who were laughing and joking about the night they had out together a few weeks previous, but what they didn't know, was one of the team's world was about to be ripped apart.

"That girl was hanging on your every word Morgan" Emily laughed.

"You can't give us that sweet and innocent act, you loved it and I bet you anything, you took her home…. Am I right?" JJ added her bit in.

Morgan stared at the women trying to look hurt and shocked.

"How could you even think that of me Jayje, that really hurts. I'll have you know I was the perfect gentleman" Morgan put his hand on his heart, with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye.

"Well sweet cheeks the fact you had a love bite on the side of your neck the next morning suggests you did in fact not go home alone." Garcia added from Emily's desk chair.

"Noooooo I didn't did I?!" Morgan exclaimed putting his hand too his neck.

"Yes, you did!" Emily and JJ said in unison everyone laughing.

They kept chatting away for another few minutes until they were joined by their boss and team leader Aaron Hotchner.

"Have you lot finished your reports yet?" He asked with a raised eyebrow knowing full well that it was too early in the day for anyone but the genius Spencer Reid to be finished.

"I have!" Reid said from his chair raising a hand and receiving daggers from Morgan and a whispered 'suck up' from Emily.

"And the rest of you?"

They looked sheepishly at each other; Morgan was about to defend them by saying they were just taking a break but was stopped by the sound of an annoyed grown coming from Rossi.

"What's wrong?" Morgan asked looking concerned at the older man in front of him.

"Strauss heading our way, 12 O'clock, with two of her minions following." Rossi replied to Morgan hardly moving his lips.

They all turned to see Strauss making a b-line for the team.

"Morgan what did you do?" Reid whispered only loud enough for the team to hear.

"What? why m…" He whispered but stopped when Strauss was close enough to hear.

"Ma'am. Is there something we can do for you?" Hotch asked in a tone he only used when he was being official or talking to the woman he really didn't like too much.

"Yes, Agent Hotchner you can." The way she spoke wasn't the tone the team was used too; it wasn't the confident and strict tone she used every time she spoke to the team. It was filled with uncertainty and regret.

"This is U.S. Marshal Jenkins" She continued, pointing to the younger of the two men. He looked about 40 with salt and pepper hair "and this is U.S. Marshal Willis." She then pointed to the older man. He was about 55 and had white hair.

Whilst watching Strauss and the U.S marshals walk in what the team didn't see was one of their own change. The colour drained from JJ's face and her hands started too slightly tremble.

'Oh God, it's him. I remember him, he was so nice to me, but why is he here. What is he doing here? He could screw everything up...ok JJ pull yourself together. They are just here on a case, and he has been doing this job long enough to know not to say anything. They can't find out, they can't know' JJ thought too herself as she made eye contact with Willis.

"We would like to speak with Agent Jareau." Strauss finished locking eyes with JJ to let her know that she had no choice in the matter.

"Yes ma'am, you can use my office." Hotch leaded his hand to the open door behind him as he looked at JJ's now pale complexion.

"Thankyou." Strauss signalled for JJ to walk towards the office which she did. They walked up the few steps followed by both U.S. Marshals. All four people walked into the office and closed the door behind them, not thinking to close the blinds too, giving the team a perfect view of what was happening in the room.

"Ok." Garcia piped up with a lot of worry in her voice "Why do those scary looking Marshals want to talk to our buttercup?"

"I haven't got a clue baby girl, but did you see the fear in JJ's eyes when Strauss asked to speak to her?"

"She was a white as a sheet." Emily added.

The team watched through the window as the four people talked for a few minutes, then watched as Willis handed JJ something along with a folder. JJ was frozen on the spot before she then sobbed and crumbled to the floor.

"What the hell!" Before the team could say anything to each other they were all heading for the office door.

Morgan banged on the oak door which less than a second later opened a crack and Strauss looked out at the worried faces.

"This is a private conversation, Agent Morgan!" Strauss spat.

"Ma'am what's going on?" Hotch asked manoeuvring himself in front of Morgan so he could get a peek through the door at JJ who was sobbing on her knees being gently rocked by Marshal Willis.

"We will be out when we are ready!" before either Morgan or Hotch could stop her, she slammed the door in their faces. They moved to the window, but Strauss appeared and closed the blinds.

"DAMIT! What the hell in going on in there?" Morgan growled.

5 minutes later the door to the office opened and the three older agents walked out. Strauss shook both Marshals hands and they walked out the BAU.

"Ma'am?" Hotch took a step closer and could see where a single tear had wiped away a small trail of makeup "What's going on?"

"You are all being given a few weeks off. Do with as you wish but I suggest that you all help Agent Jareau with what needs to be done."

Strauss turned to leave.

"Ma'am with all due respect, that doesn't answer Agent Hotchner's question." Emily voiced next to Hotch.

Strauss sighed; all she wanted to do was go to her office. And have a much-needed drink of amber liquid that was hiding in the back of her draw.

"It's not my place to say. When Agent Jareau is ready, she will tell you herself but another suggestion." She looked into each and everyone's eyes "Don't push her. She is going to need you all to be strong."

Everyone looked on as the older woman walked out of the BAU towards her office. The team glanced at each other for a second shocked by the events of the last 10 minutes then headed to Hotch's office.

Hotch swung open the door leading to his office.

"JJ what's going…." He was stopped mid-sentence as he was pushed back, and JJ came sprinting out of the room with her hand over her mouth.