A/N: Here's the next chapter! I'm hoping to slip a bit of history in here from time to time.

The world around her was completely black, yet somehow, JJ knew she had opened her eyes. She couldn't make sense of where she was.

She needed light.

She moved her head slightly, not really aware of what had happened even as the seatbelt cut harshly into her neck. Her whole body ached, and she could taste blood in her mouth.

"Morgan," she mumbled, blindly reaching out to her left. Her arm felt like lead, and with no strength or energy to hold it up, she felt it drop like a rock, hanging aimlessly above her head.

Was she upside down?

Deciding through much mental fog that there was only one way to find out, she fumbled around for the seatbelt buckle. There was water running somewhere near her, and she hoped she wasn't about to land in it if she was right about her current position.

Clicking the button, the seatbelt retracted, instantly sending her crashing down onto the roof of the car. She cried out, clutching her chest as she rolled towards where she thought the windscreen was. There was broken glass jabbing her from every angle, but a quick fumble in front of her told her that the windscreen had shattered.

Every inch of her body screamed in protest as she did it, but somehow she managed to wiggle her way out through the window. The sound of water was louder now... somewhere above her?

Straightening up, she almost passed out when her head hit something incredibly hard. Stars seemed to swim in front of her eyes as she folded to the ground with a whimper of pain.

She couldn't remember the last town she had passed through. Had she gone as far as Northam? She couldn't remember at all.

The last thing she remembered was passing through a town. After that, it was a big black blur. Morgan had been driving.

Had he?

Collapsing even further forward, she didn't even flinch when she ended up sliding into some very potent feeling sludge. The smell didn't even register as she pushed herself forward on shaking limbs, keeping her head low to avoid hitting whatever she'd hit before; her skull was still pounding from the impact earlier.

She would get help. She would go and get help.

It was so dark that she couldn't see, but she kept working her way through the scrubland in her sopping wet clothes. She was freezing, foggy, and completely incoherent.

She just knew she had to get help.

But only a few steps later, after a few shaky attempts to get to her feet that were met with pain and no success, she collapsed to the ground again, surrounded by the dried out grass as her eyes drifted closed again.

This was better.

Morgan's phone blared into action shortly before seven, making him bolt upright from his sleep as he reached out to grab it.

Seeing Hotch's caller ID, he yawned, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Hey Hotch," he said tiredly, rubbing his eyes as he threw the covers back and made to get up.

"Where the hell is JJ?"

Morgan frowned, fighting through the sleep fog as he peered at the clock on the nightstand. "She left here at midnight, she should've been there by now"

"I know that, but she's not. I called the Police Headquarters, I called up to her room, I checked in with the others, nothing. Her phone isn't taking calls either, there's no way she's still in a no service zone, right?"

Rising up, Morgan swallowed thickly. "No, Hotch, I'm telling you, I watched her leave. I'll even go and check her room right now to make sure she actually left the motel, but I swear, she should've been back in Perth by about four o'clock this morning"

"Alright. I'll give her another hour, we'll keep working on the case, if she doesn't show up, we start finding out where the hell she went"

He hung up seconds later, leaving Morgan to wonder what on earth was going on. How did JJ just vanish?

Leaping into action, he grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his head as he practically ran to his door. He wrenched it open, heading across the balcony to the room he knew was JJ's. He immediately knocked forcefully on the door, hoping beyond hope that JJ was inside. Even though he knew Hotch would be royally pissed if she was, he would rather know she was safe.

"JJ! If you're in there, I need you to tell me!" he called, moving towards the window to try and get a glimpse through the curtain.

"Do you need something?" came a voice behind him.

"Yes," Morgan replied, whirling around to find a large middle aged lady pushing a cleaning cart. "I need to get into this room. My colleague... no-one knows where she is, I need to see if she's in there"

The lady cocked an eyebrow. "How do I know you're not a rapist?"

Morgan was taken aback at the bold statement. "Look, I can go back and get my identification badge from the FBI"

The woman shook her head. "Don't mean nothing. I'll open the door, but I'm standing right here. If you do anything fishy, I'm calling the cops"

Nodding, Morgan stepped back to allow the woman to open the door. The second she had unlocked it, he barrelled through it, only to find the bed made and the room completely empty.

"JJ?" he called, opening the bathroom door. Empty.

His heart pounded in his chest as he stood in the middle of the room, wondering what he was going to do next.

Exactly what Hotch had told him.

Give her an hour. Then start worrying.