David Rossi, once again, found himself amazed at the small blonde sitting next to him in his oversized suit coat. Over the past hour, they had returned to the wreckage of their FBI issued SUV, oh, Strauss is going to love that, and managed to salvage a few small things. Rossi had seen JJ's energy fade and, when he noticed her begin to waffle in her steps, decided it was time to end this seek and find mission and get her firmly planted back on the ground. Now they were examining the small bounty at their feet. They had managed to recover JJ's bag, which was a coup in itself. Inside they found a small unopened bottle of water, some tissues, a pack of Mentos, and her cell phone. Let's not forget the lipstick, David mused, as he recalled the moment JJ found it and had it firmly reapplied on her chapped lips. Ever the perfectionist, he thought. They also managed to recover a small first aid kit from the glove box, which had been immediately used by the older agent to clean and cover JJ's wound on her forehead.

Playing with the flashlight they had retrieved in an emergency kit in the back of the SUV, JJ tried to find some warmth in the folds of David's suit jacket. "Now what?" she asked as she tried to occupy her otherwise fearful mind. It was getting darker and she was currently feeling the cold in her small bones. When they realized that her cell phone had been undamaged in the wreckage, she allowed herself to feel some hope that they would be out of here soon once they called for help. Unfortunately, the relief was short lived when David tried her phone, as well as the one in his coat pocket, with no luck. After cursing himself, the phone company, and the mighty Heavens above, he had turned to her and simply said, "No service."

JJ could feel her spirits sag, and her energy with them. The small amount of reserved adrenaline that had helped her during their treasure hunt in the SUV and their walk back had quickly been depleted. She currently found herself shivering in his coat, with his arm around her shoulders rubbing them for warmth. "Now what?" she repeated to the man next to her, currently doing his best to find some hope in this situation.

"Well," he replied, "we put the flares we found in the back with the flashlight by the truck. Hotch and Morgan knew where we were going and are expecting us to meet them at the jet before midnight. So, unless a car comes around sometime before then, I hate to say it but we may have to wait this one out and let them find us." Rossi knew what kind of response he was going to get and was bracing his shoulders for the storm.

The fire he was prepared for didn't come, however, and that started to have him worried.

Rossi looked down at JJ and pulled her chin towards him. Looking into her eyes, he could see that she was fading fast. Between the concussion and the cold environment they were in he had to do his best to keep her warm and awake. The circles under her eyes were becoming more prominent, even in the fading sun, and had him thinking that maybe they weren't the result of this long case after all. In fact, if he thought about it hard enough he would realize that she had been looking pretty fragile for the past few weeks. Some profiler I am, he thought. Something is definitely wrong here and not one of us has seen it. He may not be able to get out of here right now but David Rossi was determined to get to the bottom of what had put his friend and co-worker into such a fragile state.

"So," Rossi sighed as he continued to hold JJ close to him. "What should we do to entertain ourselves while we wait?"

He could feel JJ shrug her shoulders and sag into him a little further. "I don't know about you, Rossi, but I plan on sleeping this one out. Wake me when this little adventure is over."

"I don't think so, JJ. We need to find a good place to wait as well as be prepared for when the guys do find us. Besides, I can't let you fall asleep."

"What on earth are you talking about, Rossi? I am sore and tired, and I just want to sleep. I can assure you, I will be of much more use to you if I can keep my eyes open for longer than five minutes at a time." JJ's patience was beginning to wear thin. Rossi must have hit his head after all if he thought she was going to sit here, in the middle of nowhere, for hours on end and not, at least, have a little cat nap after the week she had had.

Sensing that she was becoming more agitated, David figured that the direct approach was best when dealing with this little blonde minx. "How's your head, JJ?"

"How do you think, Rossi? It feels like it connected with an SUV and a paved road. Oh, wait a minute, it did!" JJ knew she shouldn't be snapping like this. After all, he had been taking care of her since they had been out here. But, for some reason, she couldn't seem to stop herself. She felt like she was going to jump out of her skin any minute.

Unphased by her current foul mood, the older agent grabbed both of JJ's hands while turning her towards his face once more. "Well, Agent Jureau, in my best medical opinion, you have a concussion. And before you say anything," he said as he put a finger to her pink lips, "let me tell you why. You've got a killer headache, and don't deny it. I can see the way your eyes are pinching up. You're dizzy and weak. And, to seal this little deal, your little black out and vomiting episode after we got out of the truck are proof positive that something's going on. So, don't give me any lip, JJ, but you're staying awake until we can get you taken care of!"

Stunned into silence, the blonde liaison just sat there, staring into David's eyes. "Ok." She said.

"Ok? Did you just say ok? Alright, something is definitely wrong here if the woman of many beautiful and big words gave up without a fight and just said ok!" Rossi placed his hand on her forehead, carefully avoiding her bandaged wound, as if to check her temperature.

"Stop it, Rossi." JJ exclaimed as she grabbed his hand away from her aching head. "I don't have a fever I just don't have the energy to fight with you. And, if I was thinking clearly, I probably could have come up with the same conclusion. So, Dr. Rossi, what is your prescription for keeping me awake?"

Like manna from heaven, David took in those words, looked upward and smiled.