Chap 5:

A/N: Alrighty! I hope you enjoy this next chapter. As always feel free to R&R or message me. I should have a lot of time to write these next couple of weeks as I am sitting in the hospital because my cousin just had brain surgery (stressful!) I need your opinions on what you would rather have… short chapters updated daily/every two days or longer chapters updated every 4ish days (maybe updated every 2/3 days if there is time)…but please leave your answer in the comments! Thanks guys!

*** I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters. I do own this story and Jamie McConnell (birth name) Daniels (surname after the murder of her parents) and I may also own another character that could be added down the line but we will see… ***

"Now lay her on the bed. She will sleep for a while now and we will get all of the testing we need while she sleeps." The doctor informed the men.

Hotch took Jamie out of Reid's arms, holding her close to his chest before he laid her on the bed. He took the hospital gown from one of the nurses and with the younger mans help they slipped Jamie from her tattered rags and into the gown. It made both of them so sick to see the marks that mared her body. Hotch pulled the blankets over her, kissed her forehead before walking out of the room.

Reid however stayed by her side holding her hand. He made a promise and even though she wouldn't know if he walked away or not he had no intention of breaking that promise. He would stay by her though the next several hours of testing and would only let go of her hand when it would interfere with a test.

At the factory: 3am July 5th

"Garcia, I'm sending back some hardware for you to sift though. They did a good job of whipping down the computer but I bet you can get it back." Morgan stated, he wasn't in the mood to joke around.

"Fine. How is she? Is she okay?" Penelope couldn't care less about anything else at that moment. She just wanted to know how Jamie was doing.

"Penelope, she is alive and at the hospital, other then that I can't tell you much more because I don't know. I will call you the second I get to the hospital and find out." Morgan promised as he continued to bag and tag evidence.

"Yea, okay. Keep me posted. I'm staying in the office all night long so don't hesitate to call" she said before hanging up.

Rossi had called the local police to come and aid in the processing of evidence. There seemed to be a lot of it and yet nothing that could tell them what happened for the last year. He supervised the long, grueling process and tried to be as objective as he could while getting an understanding of what had happened.

Prentiss walked into a room they had not processed yet. In there was a left over box of pizza, a dirty mattress, trash, and chairs. She saw fresh fluids on the mattress and instantly realized what must have happened in that room not long before they came to save her. Emily felt sick to he stomach. She covered her mouth with her hand and ran as fast as she could out of the building.

Morgan saw her run by him and followed her out quickly; he pulled the hair back from his partners face and just waited for her to gather her composure. Emily stood up, told the police of the room she wanted them to process for evidence then looked to Morgan, "I think we have done all we can here. Lets let the police finish cataloging evidence, they will mail all back to Quantico, we are all exhausted and worried and I think we might be in the way more then we are helping."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Rossi walked out of the building to the two younger agents, "Morgan you are driving us to the hospital."

They all loaded them selves into the car and took off. They took seats next to Hotch and JJ and one by one the team had drifted off to sleep sitting in those uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Except Hotch and Reid; both of them remained wide awake.

Reid had been with Jamie the whole time and he only let go of her hand when she had to go in for tests. It took them hours to run every one imaginable and tend to all of her injuries.

"Can you get your supervising officer? I need him to sign off on something since she is not awake." Said Jamie's attending doctor.

Reid nodded before making his way to the waiting room,"Hotch. They need you to sign some paper work"

Hotch followed the younger agent down the hallway and took a seat in Jamie's room, "It's okay for him to hear what you have to say." He motioned to Reid who was already at her side holding her had.

"We need you to sign off on a rape kit. Usually we would ask her if she would want one, but seeing as she is incapacitated at the moment, the decision falls to you."

"Of course" He took the paperwork and signed off on it handing it back to the doctor. "Is that all? Have any of the tests come back yet? How is she doing?"

"All of the tests and exams are being processed I will have answers for you in the next few hours" the doctor glanced over at Jamie "She is stable for the moment and resting. I will notify you the second I have any news."

Hoch nodded before walking out to settle back into his seat. He knew in the other room they were examining Jamie and collecting any evidence they could, if there was any; if she was raped. He was still hoping that she hadn't been, even though his experience and his gut told him other wise.

Reid watched Jamie's face while the doctors collected evidence. He was so happy that she was asleep, not knowing how she would react to this part of the examination. He looked up at the monitor hearing a slight pick up in her pulse but the doctors hadn't noticed.

Its happening again…lay still… don't move…its going to be over at some point… Jamie's breathing was becoming rapid as her thoughts registered the doctors examination as unwanted touches.

"Jamie?" Reid pet her hair back leaning close to her, "Jamie you are in the hospital, no one is hurting you. It's just the doctors and I. I promise if you open your eyes that's what you are going to see."

Jamie barley heard Reid's voice over her own thoughts, but she focused on them. She felt groggy and desperately wanted to feel safe. Slowly she opened her eyes and squeezed spencer's hand.

"S-Spence…make them stop…p-please" She whimpered. She was trying to pull her legs to her chest but the nurse was holding them in place for the doctor.

Reid looked at the man conducting the examination who mouthed to him that he needed a few more minutes. Looking back at Jamie he pet her hair and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, "They will Jamie. They are almost done; I need you to lie still for 5 more minutes. Can you do that?"

Jamie didn't mean to ignore her friend. She was going to do what he asked but she was still scared. Her heart rate spiked, her breathing became labored as she shut her eyes as tight as possible trying to shut out the memories that she felt creeping in at her with the doctor's touches. Tears escaped past her tightly shut eyes and slid down her cheeks as she forced her self to get through these next few minutes.

"You are are doing great Jamie. We're almost done" the doctor told her, painfully aware of her discomfort.

Reid pet her hair as he whispered soft reassurances to her. He looked up when the doctor retuned Jamie's legs to the table and bagged the last of the evidence he had collected.

"All done now Jamie." He told her, watching as she sat up and pulled her legs to her chest. The doctor didn't want her sitting up until they had all the tests back but he knew she was now deep in a panic attack and forcing her down onto a bed wouldn't help that.

Jamie rocked her self back and forth on the bed. She felt like she wasn't able to breathe, she wasn't able to think. Reid took the oxygen mask from the nurse and slowly walked over to Jamie.

"Hey Jamie. Is it okay if I put this on you?" he asked her, not wanting to scare her any more by forcing something on her.

Why is he asking me if it's okay? Does it matter? It never matters… just don't answer him.

Reid frowned at not getting at not getting answer before he slowly secured it over her head. He sat watching her, knowing it wasn't oxygen going into the mask but something that would help her relax and would probably put her to sleep. Her breathing began to slow and her eyes dropped low.

Spencer reached over gently laying her back down on the bed. He pet her hair back softly until she did fall asleep. Watching the now pale, thin, beautiful girl he loved sleep he thought to himself…

At least she is sleeping…