JJ couldn't understand why the press wouldn't leave her alone. Couldn't they tell she was taking a break? Yet, she kept hearing the incessant calling of her name. "No comment! No more questions!" she yelled to the persistent voices. "JJ! JJ! Jennifer!" the voices kept calling. Or, was it just one voice? She couldn't tell, because, for some reason, the lights were off. That was weird, she thought. Why was it so dark in here? She tried to turn her head to see if she could make anyone out in the darkness, but found she couldn't move. Then, she started to panic. Where was her team, where was she, and why did she have the sudden urge to vomit?
"JJ! JJ! Come on, honey, open your eyes for me." Rossi pleaded with JJ to wake up. He was worried about her injuries and the fact that he hadn't been able to get her to respond for the last 3 minutes. No, make those 3 minutes and 42 very long seconds. If it hadn't been for the very strong heartbeat he had found when searching for her pulse, he would have long been in panic mode. After what had seemed like an eternity, JJ started to stir. "Hold tight, honey! Don't move. Just open your eyes for me and listen carefully." David hoped that he sounded calmer than he felt. If he didn't, it was going to make this situation much worse.
"Dave? What' going on? What happened?" JJ asked, the terror beginning to echo in her voice, and her arms starting to thrash out.
"I'll answer all your questions in a minute, honey, but, right now, I need you to open your eyes and listen closely." Rossi could see the effort JJ was making in trying to focus and open her eyes. When she did, the confusion was evident and he did his best to sway her fears. "Alright, JJ. As you can see, we're in a tight spot, huh? We were in an accident and the truck went into a ditch. We landed on the top of the truck. Fortunately, this is the newer, heavy duty model SUV. Unfortunately, the seat belt won't give and I can't get you down from there without cutting it. Do you think you can focus enough to hold onto me?" David looked into JJ's eyes and saw her understanding, as she slowly nodded. Brave girl, he thought, once more impressed by Ms. Jennifer Jureau. No crying or screaming, just get the job done. Rossi positioned his left foot a little more closely on the inside of the vehicle. Using his left shoulder, as he had been doing for the last several minutes, he braced Jennifer into her seat, making sure that when he released her from the confines of her seat belt, she would be able to just fall onto his back and he could finally get her out of this contraption. Jennifer, for her part, was biting her bottom lip to keep from showing Rossi how terrified she actually was. Her head was throbbing horribly and the world, while still upside down, was spinning out of control. As he finally cut through the seat belt, Jennifer could feel Rossi taking most of her weight and walking her, piggy-back style, out of the truck.