A/N: So first chapter; again a bit short but I just find it easier to write short chapters in general, sorry about that. Also there's some sensitive topics in this story and I'll deal with them as realistically and sensitively as I can but I'm sorry if I get some things wrong, I don't mean to offend anyone.

Had this chapter written already, just needed to do some editing (although it's still missing something) so next updates may not be as fast. Got some days off near the end of the week so will try and write then.

Must go and cram for Irish now, bye and hope you like it. Remember even if you don't, I want to know. As long as criticism is constructive it's welcome.

Chapter One

'Has anyone seen J.J?' Hotch asked. The team shook their heads, no-one looking up from their paperwork. They had a million and one reports and testimonies to write up and file after yesterday's disaster. If things had gone much worse Strauss would be calling for Hotch's head on a plate. 'Well does anyone know why she could be late? There's no answer form her cell or home phone. I have to go over her with the media reaction so I can include it in my final report.' More head shaking.

'I could go to her house,' volunteered Reid. 'I've finished my preliminary paperwork and my reports already filed.' Morgan smirked into his coffee and Prentiss hid a smile behind her hand; of course the speed reading genius had enough work done to drive out to J.J's.

Hotch gave a curt nod. 'Don't take too long. We don't have time to waste, especially if we get called in on another case.'

'Hello?' Reid called ringing the doorbell for the third time. 'J.J?' The house was eerily silent. Reid would have thought it was empty if it weren't for JJ's car parked in the driveway. Shading his eyes with his hand he tried to catch a glimpse inside through her window but the Venetian blinds were tightly shut. J.J wasn't the most organised person in the world but it wasn't like her to be late. Worry began to set in. Stepping back from the window he noticed the gate; it was slightly ajar, its padlock hanging loose. He pushed it open, hand edging towards his holster. The back door swung open to his touch. Drawing his gun he crept through the kitchen. He checked the living room before taking the stairs two at a time as quietly as possible. The guest room and what was formerly Henry's room were both empty. Spencer felt a pang of sadness as he looked at the empty crib and the few lone forgotten toys strewn on the floor. It was clear that in the last month J.J hadn't touched the room, probably hadn't even gone near it.

He paused when he reached the master bedroom. He could hear something, a whimpering. Ready for the worst he burst through the door, gun at the ready. He couldn't see anyone, it seemed empty. Then he noticed the small shivering ball in the corner.

'J.J?' No response. 'J.J!' she didn't seem to hear him, even as the alarm crept into his voice. He ran forward and crouched beside her. She began to struggle and scream as he placed his hand on her shoulder. She raised her hands to her face, trying to protect herself 'J.J, J.J! It's me Reid, Spencer.' Her face was wild as she struggled against the grip he now had on her wrists, stopping her from lashing out. Slowly recognition flooded her eyes. She collapsed against, still shaking with sobs.

'J.J, what happened? Who did this?' she didn't seem to be able to reply, just shake with sobs. She squirmed as Reid tried to pull her from him to examine her. He winced as he took in the pattern of red and purple bruising which curved its way up the side of her face, topped with a large gash. Her hair was matted with blood and a black eye was blooming. He allowed her to fall into his arms once more, hesitantly rubbing her back as he rang an ambulance. It wasn't until he had hung up that he noticed the rip in her skirt and the scratches which marked her thigh. Bile rose in his throat as he gripped her tighter.