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JJ opened her eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling for a while before hearing a voice to the side of her.

"She's awake." She closed her eyes again, feeling hot tears fall down her face, she didn't want to be awake, she couldn't take it anymore. She felt like getting up off the bed and getting down on her knees and begging for them to leave her alone, let her go home or just let her die. But she couldn't even move.

"Good, about time she decided to join us." She could hear another voice, further away, another man. She shook her head and then turned her whole body with a lot of effort to face the wall. She noticed that she was in a new room than before, but there was still the whole feeling of being in hell. The feeling that she was never going to get out of there no matter how hard she tried.

She sighed and closed her eyes again, refusing to be weak. She promised herself that this would be the last time she cried, she was going to make sure of that.

"Take the tubes out." She hadn't even noticed anything going into her arms, one of them must have been a doctor, or maybe he was one. She sighed, they had been good men once upon a time, they had had jobs and people who loved them and they had been loved. Was all of this for money? Did they risk everything for money? Greed and power was all anyone seemed to care about these days, but then again, she thought, surely there would have been some sort of phone call or video back to the team – they would have wanted proof that the three were still alive. She sighed, she had no idea what they wanted.

She winced but refused to let any tears fall as they roughly pulled at the various tubes in her arms. She didn't care about the pain, the pain was good, it let her know that she was still alive. Pain was a part of everyday life and it was something she thought she would have to get used to.

"Move it." One of them grabbed her hand, the man she recognized as Sam, the one who had tried so hard to put pressure on her wound, the one who didn't want her to die, the one who followed the orders of the other men, the bottom of the pack.

He walked her slowly to the door, ignoring JJ completely. She jumped when the other man, Robert, opened it from the other side, grabbing her arm even harder than Sam had, pulling her towards the place she had been forced to call home for the past few weeks, or months - she didn't even know.

She shook her head, trying to run the other way before she felt a sharp pain in her stomach,

"Oh just great! You opened her stitches!" She could hear the voice of Carl, the main man in all of this, the one who seemed to know what he was talking about as he ran over to them, the doctor, the leader, the brains behind this whole operation. She looked at him and then down at her now blood soaked shirt but she still didn't cry. The pain seared through her whole body, the pain was throbbing and tearing at her insides, begging her to cry, telling her to be weak. But she ignored it, she wasn't going to expose herself like that again.

"Jennifer darling, come here." She looked up at him, confused as to why his voice sounded so calm and so kind. She knew what he was really like, he was the reason she was here in the first place. She shook her head and looked away, her body shaking when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn't fight him off, she let him lead her into another room, she lay down when he told her to and watched as he worked on the stitches again. She didn't care, she didn't hurt. She kept trying to convince herself of that, but she knew it was all one big lie.

She kept telling herself that pain was nothing, pain was only a feeling and feelings can go away. It was the only thing that was keeping her sane. She nodded and muttered a thank you when he was done – although she wasn't sure what she had to be thankful for.

She walked out of there with him, walking down willingly into the basement, leaning against the wall, trying her best to be careful with every move she made.

She looked around, her heart beating faster when she realized the two people she was supposed to be in here with weren't here anymore. The only thing she could see in the room was two pools of blood, only one of them belonging to her. She shook her head, they didn't want to die, they said so themselves. They didn't want to die...

They didn't let her die, they didn't want her to die but that didn't mean they hadn't killed her best friends.

She started to shake, looking around the darkness, hoping this all one big joke and Garcia and Emily are hiding in a dark corner of the room or under the bed. But nobody comes out, where were they?

JJ screamed out, shouting for one of the men to come and get her, daring them to come down those stairs and tell her what they have done to her best friends.

But nobody comes.

Nobody ever comes.

And JJ spends the next two weeks in darkness, only the large bottle of water on the bed keeping her going.

Waiting for the day when someone finally opens that door..