When Emily came back, JJ had fallen asleep but to Emily she still looked incredibly tense and like she was in pain. Knowing that she had received painkillers earlier, she presumed that her friend's face showed her mental anguish rather than physical pain. Emily tried to at least take a nap, she couldn't even remember when she had last slept but her mind kept going and she couldn't stop worrying about JJ. Three hours later - Emily still hadn't managed to sleep - she decided to step outside shortly to find something to read and to buy a coffee. When she returned after about ten minutes, she saw two nurses and Dr. Keppler rushing into JJ's room. She quickly abandoned the magazine and her coffee and followed them. Inside, JJ was cowering in the corner of the room rocking back forth, eyes firmly closed and mumbling desperate pleas of help. Her left hand was bleeding from what looked like the IV having been ripped out. Emily felt like she was paralysed and could only watch as the medical professionals failed at getting through to JJ and therefore sedated her again. JJ didn't even seem to be aware of what was going on, even as a syringe was pushed into her upper arm. She went limp after about fifteen seconds and was placed back on her bed, the numerous tubes and instruments being reattached to her body. The next thing Emily realised what that Dr. Keppler gently guided her outside and sat her down on a chair. "What happened?", she finally managed to blurt out. "I'm not quite sure. Physically, agent Jareau is doing as well as can be expected. She appears to have experienced an extreme flashback, I'm not certain as to what the trigger was; it may have also developed from a nightmare. It was necessary to give her a stronger sedative because we weren't able to get her back to the present moment.", Dr. Keppler sighed, not quite knowing how much to tell her patient's colleague. "I can see that you are not telling me everything there is.", Emily said, profiling the doctor. Dr. Keppler seemed baffled at first, it usually wasn't that easy to read her but remembering that she was talking to an FBI profiler and deciding that she needed her help in order to properly care for her patient, she explained: "To be honest with you, I'm rather concerned about agent Jareau's mental state. While it is not unusual to respond to a trauma with flashbacks, nightmares and dissociation, the severity of the response is closely linked to the person's mental resilience. We usually only see that severely if they are at risk for having a weakened resilience; for example if the person has experienced trauma in their past especially in their childhood. It would be very beneficial for her treatment if you could disclose any details about that, there is nothing in her medical file." Emily didn't know what to say, she felt like she was hit by a ton of bricks. She almost instantaneously denied that something had happened to JJ as a child but thinking about it, she realised that she hardly knew anything about her friend's past. Emily knew that JJ had grown up in Pennsylvania and she was pretty sure that JJ had never talked about her father or having siblings. "Honestly, I don't really know much about her childhood or whether she has experienced trauma before. She hardly ever talks about her past. How probable do you think it is that a childhood trauma is the cause for her struggles?" Dr. Keppler sighed again: "Ultimately, it is impossible to be certain without her telling us but judging from what I just saw and also what happened earlier, it is my assessment that it is highly likely. I would suggest that the both of us talk to her about it when she wakes up, which will probably be in two hours. It is possible that she might deny everything at first, especially if she has never processed it, so it's crucial that you tell her how you feel about it and about her. People who are affected by trauma often experience feelings of shame and guilt." After talking to Dr. Keppler, Emily has gone back to JJ's room. Her coffee was almost cold at this point. Watching her sleep she was deep in thought about everything that had been going on. Just fourth-eight hours ago both of them had woken up in the same hotel room and while Emily had thought that JJ had seemed unhappy lately, everything had still been relatively good, at least as far as Emily could have told. Even despite the sedation JJ's sleep seemed restless, her facial expressions still very tense. "Where am I?", was the first thing that JJ thought. She quickly realised that her Hans and feet were tied to a wooden beam and began to panic an tried to break free. She couldn't remember how she had gotten here or even where she was. Had they been on a case? Looking around, she saw that she was in a basement; it was dark but there was a little bit of light shining through a crack under the door which was descending from the stairs. Also, the left side of her neck was sore and suddenly her memories came back like a flash: She had been about to go back to the station from informing the loved ones of their latest victim, Julia Smith, when she had felt a sharp scratch in her neck and she lost consciousness. Recalling their unsub's victimology, JJ realised that it wasn't likely that her abduction was coincidental. Suddenly the door opened and a man walked down the stairs. She didn't recognise him but he obviously knew who she was: "Jennifer. So nice to see your gorgeous blue eyes." "Who are you and what do you want from me?", JJ asked, trying to keep her worry out of her voice. The unsub started laughing maliciously: "Oh, I know that you are smarter than that. You know exactly what I did to the others. You know what to expect. I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you." He untied her feet and JJ tried to kick him and struggle as much as possible to keep him from raping her. JJ knew that she had to do everything in her power to stop him; she never wanted to experience that ever again. "Ah, feisty one, aren't we.", Daniels said when he had recovered from being kicked in the crotch, "Okay, if you want to play naughty, I'm going to have to make you a little more compliant." He went over to a table and drew up another syringe. JJ started to panic: "No, please don't...". "It's either this or I will kill you right now, it's your choice.", Daniels replied, smirking at the agent's dilemma. Knowing how unspeakably horrendous being raped fells like, JJ almost wanted to tell him to murder her right now, but then she thought about Henry and felt guilty about thinking like that. She definitely didn't want her child to grow up without its mother. She had to fight, even if it meant going through her own personal hell once again after all these years. The drug became effective almost immediately, she was still able to move but only very slowly. When he began undressing her and roughly touching her inappropriately, she tried to distract herself not only from the present moment but also from her dark memories, she desperately tried to picture Henry, but it all became too much. The groping became painful and his hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time. When he started to penetrate her, she suddenly felt like she was floating ... and then it hit her. She would never be able to forget this pungent smell, his perfume, a mix of coriander and citrus. She was six years old again and laying on the bed in her childhood bedroom. Her entire body was paralysed and the only thing her mind could focus on was the stuffed animal that was sitting on her nightstand. It was a white pony that looked just like a miniature version of the one her friend Olivia had. She had recently been allowed to ride on it for the first time and she imagined sitting on this pony right now, riding far, far away, so fast that no one could stop her, while her father did what had almost become a perverted ritual.

A/n: Please let me know what you think. I have about one and a half more chapters planned so far, please tell me if you have ideas.