Hey! Here is chapter 4. I feel so bad for doing this stuff to JJ, but I am telling a story, so that is all that matters.

NOTE: I have not stopped writing my other story, The Sugarless Plum. I am just taking a break because of writers block. For now, I will be posting other stories.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please, please, please review!

1:20PM, Wednesday afternoon, 4 days, 13 hours since disappearance

The BAU had gotten several leads overnight. Many of which were dismissed, but two stood out.

Reid and Hotch had been ordered to check out the graveyard again for evidence of a struggle. It still hit the man that this was the last place he had seen his wife. It killed him to know how easy it was to go in with her, but he didn't.

Look what it cost him.

"She was at Charlotte's grave," Aaron said. "I know she was."

Reid swallowed. "Are you positive she was here?"

"It was the day she had Charlotte's stillbirth. I...I don't see why she would go to anyone else's grave," Hotch said, running his hand through his hair.

Both men's attention was drawn to the far right side of the graveyard, by CSI officers. They ran over to them and stopped to catch their breaths.

"What is it?" Hotch asked, bending down beside a bush that one of the CSI officers had stopped at.

"Does this look like it could be her scarf?" The officer asked.

Aaron nodded, examining the orange fabric. "This...this is hers."

The officer nodded, putting a comforting hand on Aaron's shoulder. "We'll have this taken in," he said with a sincere smile.

The hope inside of Aaron Hotchner had been replenished. Progress is progress, no matter how small.

7:45PM, Thursday evening, 5 days, 19 hours since disappearance

As the days went by, JJ continued to get weaker and weaker. You didn't have to look very close to see that she was unhealthily thin. Her body was pale from dehydration, but blue and purple from bruising. It hurt to breathe.

The woman felt so helpless. She couldn't feel her legs. She couldn't get up, she couldn't run away, she couldn't move. It had been almost a week since her disappearance.

Her kidnapper had told her numerous times that she better hoped she was pregnant. That scared Jennifer more than anything. What if she was pregnant with his baby? The thought sickened her. What made it worse was how desperately he was trying to impregnate her. He was disgusting.

Jennifer's hope was diminishing quickly as her body grew weaker by the day. She didn't know how long she would last.

8:15AM, Friday morning, 6 days, 8 hours since disappearance

Aaron Hotchner certainly hadn't given up on his wife. He never would. However, his children's lack of understanding of the subject matter was beginning to manifest. Especially in his 3 year olds.

Grace wouldn't do insulin shots unless mommy could do them, Ben wouldn't go to sleep unless mommy was there to kiss him, and Tyler wouldn't go out to play soccer unless mommy was playing with him. They didn't understand what was going on, but they knew it was bad because they hadn't seen their mommy in a week.

Walking into the BAU, Aaron carried in a fussy Grace, while Tyler and Ben walked quietly alongside him.

Spencer Reid spotted them and made his way over, meeting them at the bullpen doors.

"Someone's fussy," he said quietly. "Is it her diabetes?"

"No!" Grace whined, burying her head into her father's neck. "I want mommy!"

Reid felt his heart break a little more than it already had.

"She didn't sleep at all last night," Hotch said. "She kept calling out for Jen, but I had to tell her that–"

"Yeah," Reid said, giving a sympathetic nod.

Hotch sighed loudly, looking down at his two sons. "These guys, however, did sleep. They'll be energetic little monsters all day long."

Reid smiled. "Well, we need something happy around here, right?"

4:00PM, Friday afternoon, 6 days, 16 hours since disappearance

JJ was shocked when she didn't get her period that month. Could this mean she was pregnant?

"Stop fucking crying!" the man yelled.

Jennifer continued to cry. She was so scared, dazed, and confused. She didn't want any more children. She was happy with the 5 she already had.

"Please," JJ begged. "Just stop!"

"Or what?" The man asked. "You've got nothing left."

JJ tensed as she watched her kidnapper walk around the room.

"Bastards like you shouldn't be taking people!" JJ spat, her throat scratchy from screaming in pain the previous nights.

"You," the man said with a stifle of laughter, "you were easy. You're like a feather, almost. So light, so easy to damage."

Jennifer swallowed. "So why didn't you kill me?"

"Oh," the man said, his evil grin beginning to show as he moved close to the blonde. "Because I need you for experiments."

11:00AM, Saturday morning, 7 days, 11 hours since disappearance

They say the first 48 hours of a kidnapping case are the most important. That's when the kidnapper is most on edge. That's when they're most likely to get caught. Their victim could escape if they weren't careful enough.

This guy was skilled. It was luck that he grabbed an FBI agent. They're supposed to be the most skilled at sympathising with the abductor, getting into their head. That's not always how it works, though.

When Jennifer was kidnapped, she was vulnerable. She had just finished talking to her deceased daughter. She knew how cases like this worked, too. However, this one wasn't playing out exactly how she thought it would.

"So, Jennifer," the man said, sitting down at the table he'd set up. He had JJ sitting at the end of it, chained down to a chair. "Tell me about your family."

JJ felt a lump in her throat. Her family. The people who made her feel safe. She had to talk about them? Didn't this guy already know about her family? Much less her entire life?

"My family?" JJ mumbled, chewing on her nails. She'd picked up the habit after seeing her friend Emily doing it.

"Yeah," the man said. "Your family. You know, the older boys...your uh, husband, those triplets or something...the sick one?"

JJ felt her body tense up. "She's not sick," she said through her teeth.

"Calm down," the man replied. "Does she need medication?"

"Yes," JJ said, giving a nod.

"Then she's sick," the man simply said with a shrug.

Jennifer swallowed. "No, she's not. She's diabetic."

"This is your weakness," the man said. "You couldn't have made it more clear."

Poor JJ! I really hope you liked this chapter. Please review and leave your thoughts! They are much appreciated.