Okay guys, here's a short chapter from JJ's perspective. Hope you enjoy, and reviews are always welcome.
"No," JJ backed away when she spotted the wheelchair. They thought she was crazy! She took quick, short breaths as she tried to catch the eye of someone who would help her. She prayed Emily would.
"I'm sorry, miss." Someone was steering her towards the chair. "Please don't make us restrain you,"
"I need to find Brandon!" JJ protested.
"We've looked up all his information, his address, social security number, all of it. He doesn't exist. The security number led us to a 22 year old girl the next state over," the nurse shook his head as JJ gasped.
She let out a startled sob as they began pushing her down the hallway. The hallway seemed endless, it was white and they went through a door that said restricted. She gulped. The first thing they did was stop by some sort of bathroom. The windows had bars, like a prison. She was given a blue outfit to wear and had to give up her gun and all her possessions. She stayed in the bathroom as long as she could, crying, praying someone would help her. Praying Brandon would be okay. She'd managed to sneak her cell phone into her bra. She gave them her extra phone. She carried two phones with her at all times. In this situation? She was grateful for that. Finally, they were pounding at the door, telling her she had two minutes before they came in. She splashed some water on her face, her make up from earlier now streaked on her cheeks. Dabbing at it quickly, she walked back outside and obediently, sat down in the wheel chair. There was only one male nurse now and he pushed her down the hall way again, she squeezed her eyes shut until they stopped again. She opened them, there was a door and it said Dr. Witherell on it.
She struggled to take breaths as she was helped to her feet. It was a psychiatrist. They were bringing her to a shrink. She flinched. She didn't dare protest as one of the male nurses showed her the restraints.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The therapist came in. He was a tall, balding man in his forty's, she assumed. He looked at her over his glasses as he sat down, gesturing towards the red couch. She stayed by the now locked door, her expression full of fear, like a deer stuck in head lights. It took all her will power to make it over to the couch where she sat down, on the edge of the seat, as if prepared to sprint. Her eyes narrowed as she saw him take a few notes.
"Miss Jareau?" the man asked.
"Agent," she managed to mutter as her eyes began to search through the room. She saw his achievements on the wall, his certificates, it made her sick.
"Agent," he corrected himself raising his eyebrows at her. "How are you feeling today?"
"How am I feeling today?" she demanded sharply, her blue eyes, aflame with anger, finally focused on him. "My boyfriend is missing and you think I'm crazy. There's nothing more to say."
"I understand the loss was hard on you," he said softly, not flinching at the icy tone of hers.
"What loss?" she snapped as she tugged her blonde hair in her anxiety.
"Losing your fiance and child," he stated gently.
Will. Henry. That pain in her heart she felt every day when she woke up came back. She began to take shallow breaths. "That's private," she hissed.
"I understand it's been four years," he took some more notes.
"That's..." JJ had to stop and force herself to calm down as she began to hyperventilate. She glared at the therapist as he inched closer to her.
"Private?" he arched his eyebrows again. "Drunk driver, was it? You, however, escaped with minor injuries."
"Stop," JJ demanded as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Tell me, Agent Jareau, you had to have felt some sort of guilt, something."
She jumped up, angry tears spilling down her cheeks. "I wonder every day why I was to live and my precious baby and fiance were to die. I feel guilty every day. If only I hadn't taken so long getting ready, we wouldn't have left so late and never gotten hit," she hissed, each word coming out like venom.
Finally, she sat back down, defeated, all her energy, gone.
She barely even noticed the doctor scribbling down more notes on his notepad.
"You think I invented a boyfriend because I'm lonely and can't handle admitting my loss," she said.
He didn't answer for a few moments. "I don't think you made him up for fun. I believe you honestly think he exists."
"He does!" JJ snapped.
The doctor gave her a forced reassuring smile as he made some more notes. JJ panicked a bit. She knew from experience what could happen to someone who was missing for this long. Her heart beat so hard in her chest it sounded like the beating of drums in her ear.
Trying to force herself to remain calm, she took yet another deep breath and closed her eyes. She finally opened them and looked the doctor right in the eyes.
She'd been about to speak when he got a phone call on his cell. Remain calm. After he'd finished, he gave her a calculated look. "Stay put, I'll be back in two minutes."
She hadn't been listening to know where he was going but she gave a curt nod as she leaned back, putting on a show of getting comfortable. The second he'd left she ran to try the door. Locked. She cursed, loudly as she checked her phone. Nothing. But...they must have told Hotch by now. Her team must have abandoned her!
Breathe in, breathe out. Once she'd calmed down some and focused on her number one priority, Brandon, she ran over to the window the Therapist had. She pulled the blinds back and saw it led into another room. Sizing it up, she realized she'd fit but it would be difficult. She hesitated briefly, wondering where she would start to look when Brandon's face flashed in her head. He was the reason she'd come out of her depression from losing Will and Henry and she forced the window open as she slipped through.