AN: Sorry for the wait, guys. I really wanted to make this chapter worth it, you know, live up to the hype but I'm not sure I did that. I'm not very good at writing these scenes. Anyway, here it is. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anythingg.

Chapter Eleven

The following morning, JJ woke up to find Emily squished onto her twin-size bed beside her. Confused, she propped herself up on her elbow and shoved her friend with her cast. "Emily?"

"Mmm." Emily swatted her hand away. "Five more minutes."

"Em, what are you doing in my bed?"

"Hm?" Emily's eyes popped open at that question. "What?"

"You. In my bed. Why?"

Emily blinked and stretched her arms above her head. "You had a nightmare."

"Oh." JJ nodded and laid back down on her bed. "Sorry."

"JJ…" Emily frowned. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

JJ nodded again. "Are we still…"

"Only if you want to." Emily replied, knowing exactly what she was going to ask.

"I do. Should we go to, to the hospital or, or the police station?" She stammered.

Emily hesitated before responding. "The hospital. They'll call the police."

JJ rubbed at her right eye and sat up quickly. "I guess we better get it over with then."

"JJ. Wait." Emily stopped her from climbing out of the small bed. "Are you positive? You're going to have to tell them everything. I mean, I just want…" She rolled her lips before continuing. "They're going to ask questions. You're going to have to go into details. I'll tell my side, but they're really going to be focused on you."

"I know." JJ sighed, running her not broken hand through her blonde hair. "It's only going to get worse if we don't say something though. We should have done something weeks ago."

"Okay." Emily nodded. "Let's go."

Hours later, both girls were walking into the emergency room in their hometown of North Versailles. Sensing JJ's nervousness, Emily took her right hand in hers and squeezed it lightly.

"You ready?"

Closing her eyes for a brief second, JJ nodded. "It's now or never." She inhaled deeply before approaching the front desk.

"Can I help you girls?" The receptionist asked.

"We, uh, we need to report a, a… rape." JJ struggled to get the words out, knowing that it was only seconds before she started bawling. "Jennifer Jareau."

The receptionist smiled sadly and nodded. "Head down this hall and into the first room on the left. I'll send a nurse in right away."

"Thank you." JJ whispered before letting Emily lead her down the hallway.

They had barely entered the room before a nurse was walking in. JJ pushed herself up onto the gurney that was sitting there while Emily took a seat beside her.

"Hey girls. My name's Lexie. I'm just goin' to get everythin' started and then the police will take over. Does that sound okay?" The brunette spoke softly with a Southern accent.

"We, uh, we've already been here." JJ told her. "S-six weeks ago. They ran tests and…"

"Collected the ev-evidence they needed." Emily continued. "We never pressed charges, but we'd like to now."

Lexie nodded. "Okay. Can I ask what made you change your minds?"

"He, Doug, he won't leave me alone. He keeps showing up at parties on campus that I'm at. And he was at one of my soccer games."

"Okay. Do you have any injuries that haven't healed yet?"

"Like… bruises?" JJ asked, slightly confused.

"Anything." Lexie replied. "I need to write up a follow-up report that shows you did come back so the police can compare it to the notes that were taken the first time."

JJ shook her head. "Not that I can remember."

Lexie opened her mouth to respond but a knock on the door interrupted. She quickly cracked the door to reveal two young women in police uniforms waiting patiently. "Come on in."

"Jennifer Jareau?" The blonde officer asked.

"That's me." JJ spoke quietly.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" The officer approached the bed slowly.

"I've been better." She admitted. "I just want to get this over with."

The officer nodded sympathetically. "Understandable. What I'm going to need is for you to tell me exactly what happened, including your last visit here."

Taking a deep breath, JJ nodded. "It was about six weeks ago. I was at a small party, celebrating the end of the summer. Emily was with me. My boyfriend at the time, Doug Randall, and a few of his friends were getting really drunk so I offered to drive them home."

"C'mon, Doug. It's late and we should probably go. I'll drive y'all home." JJ tugged on his hand slightly.

"Alright. Hey, c'mon fellas! JJ's gunna drive!" Doug hollered to his friends that were standing right next to him.

Walking out towards JJ's black SUV, Emily pulled her friend aside. "JJ, I think something's wrong with them. I mean, besides being incredibly drunk."

JJ nodded. "I think they're high. Hopefully they won't throw up in my car…"

Before Emily could respond, JJ felt herself lifted off the ground and thrown into the backseat of the SUV. "JJ!" She ran towards the car, eyes wide in panic. "JJ! Doug! What the hell are you doin'?"

"Grab her, too. She's got a big mouth." He snapped at one of his football friends, Scott.

"No!" Emily exclaimed, swinging her arms wildly as she tried to get away from the athlete. "Scott, c'mon! Don't do this!"

"Sorry, Em." Scott shrugged before throwing her into the far back, landing on top of JJ.

"JJ, what's going on?" Emily rolled herself off her friend and pulled her to her knees.

JJ sniffled. "I'm sorry, Em. I didn't mean for you to get involved. I, I thought it was over…"

"What are you talking about?"

"Doug… he, he raped me last week. He was high. And drunk." She whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"Why didn't you say anything, JJ?" Emily pulled her into her arms. "Has this happened before?"

Hesitating, JJ nodded. "Th-the last three weeks. I wanted to tell you… so bad. I just, I didn't know how. And then he, he apologized. He s-said he didn't mean it. That it, it was the drugs. He w-was done with all of it. I believed him. I really did.

Emily hugged the blonde tighter, feeling guilty that she hadn't noticed anything before. "I'm so sorry, JJ…"

Feeling the car skid to a stop, JJ instantly tensed up. "I don't, don't know what he's doing though. I mean, this is different. He's worse." She glanced out the window, only seeing an abandoned warehouse. "Run, Em. Please. I can handle this. I've taken it before. Just run. I don't want you to go through this. Get help."

"I'm not leavin' you, JJ. No way."

"Please, Em. This is different. Maybe he, he just wants m-more drugs."

Emily didn't have a chance to respond before both of them were yanked from their spots and dragged out of the car.

"So, this wasn't the first time he'd raped you?" The officer asked softly.

JJ sniffled and shook her head. "No, he'd done it… three times before, but, but it was always at his house. I, I knew something was different because we were … in the middle of nowhere. I mean, before, when it happened, it was just him. He did it and that was, was it. This was different."

"Okay, take your time, sweetie."

"They, they dragged us inside this warehouse." JJ swallowed hard, continuing the story.

"Doug! Let Emily go!" JJ exclaimed, struggling to stay on her feet. "She won't say anything. Just let her go!"

"Yeah, right, JJ. You know Emily. She has a big mouth." Doug snarled over his shoulder. "Throw them over there." He gestured to the corner and walked to the other side of the room, towards the lone table in the entire building.

"Doug! Please!" JJ cried once more.

Sighing, Doug shook his head angrily and rapidly approached JJ, who was being held by Scott. "You stupid bitch!" He exclaimed, bringing his hand up and slapping her across the face. "Shut your mouth. You make another sound and you're goin' to regret it!"

Whimpering, JJ allowed herself to be shoved to the floor next to Emily. "I'm so sorry, Em."

"JJ, this isn't your fault. Please stop apologizing." Emily took her hand in hers and squeezed it tightly.

Before she could respond, Scott had reappeared with a roll of duck tape. "Sorry, girls." He shrugged before taping their wrists together and then to the rusty pipes behind them.

By this point, JJ was shaking on the gurney. Emily had climbed up to sit next to her and pulled her into her arms. "Shh… JJ, it's okay. You're doing fine."

"Jennifer, how about we take a break?" The second officer finally spoke. "Why don't we let Emily talk for a little while?"

JJ sniffled and nodded. "O-o-okay."

"Alright, Emily. Why won't you tell us what happened next?" Lexie placed a hand on her knee. "Take your time."

Emily took a deep breath and nodded. "We sat there for a maybe an hour, while the three guys proceeded to drink and do even more drugs. I, I'm not sure which ones."

"That's fine. We can figure that out."

"They, uh, I think they forgot we were there and then all of a sudden remembered we were there. Doug, he grabbed JJ first."

"Let's go bitch." He growled, yanking JJ to her feet before re-tapping her wrists to the same pipes, just above their heads.

"Doug, please…" JJ whimpered again, tears streaming down her face. "Let Emily go."

"She opened her mouth. Now she's goin' to pay." He snapped in her face, as he ripped the buttons on her shirt open.

"He, he ripped her shirt off and, and dropped his pants right there. Right next to me." Emily explained. "I, I…"

"It's okay, Emily. Take a deep breath." Lexie tried to comfort her patient.

"He raped me. He raped me right in front of Emily!" JJ exclaimed. "And then his friends did the same. I, I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, he… Scott, he was on top of Emily. Doug, he punched me in the stomach then and, and I passed out again. Next time I came to, I, we were back in the van, heading back to my house. We came here shortly after."

"Okay, shhh…" The first officer placed a hand on JJ's shoulder. "Have you spoken to a therapist?"

JJ nodded. "We both did. Every other day, for two weeks. Then, we went away, to, to school. I saw a counselor there once, but she didn't help."

"Okay, everyone take a deep breath." The blonde officer stopped the questioning. "You've given us plenty of information to file the charges, if you want?"

Emily and JJ nodded simultaneously. "Yes."

"Was there any physical evidence collected?"

"We, uh, we came in after the last time." JJ replied. "But not before. I didn't tell anyone."

The other officer spoke up again. "That's fine. What we need you girls to do is to meet with a therapist. It can be through the school or not, individual or group, it doesn't matter. As long as you're going, it'll show a jury how bad it actually was. They're more likely to side with you. We'll be able to have the therapist testify for you. I know it sounds bad but it'll be just your word against theirs otherwise."

Both JJ and Emily nodded again.

"There will be an investigation of the crime scene, as well. Do you remember exactly where it was?"

"It was only like 10 minutes from Franklin Street." Emily replied. "I think it was behind the pond. On the side no one goes to? But it was dark, so I, I might be wrong."

"That's fine. It's a start." She nodded. "Unless there's anything else, we're going to head out. We'll be in contact with you in regards to the charges."

"Thank you." JJ nodded and watched the two officers leave the room. Sighing, JJ turned towards the young nurse, scribbling down some notes onto the chart. "Do, do we need to do anything else?"

Lexie looked up from the chart and smiled. "Nope, you guys are all set. There are the numbers of some therapists around here and up towards your school. And you can always come back here to talk to us. We are nurses but some of us have been through similar incidents so we're willing to help you, too."

"Thank you." Emily slid off the gurney and headed towards the door. "Really. Thank you."

Lexie smiled again. "I hope everything works out for you both."

"Me too." JJ whispered as she followed Emily. "Thank you, Lexie."