A/N: I'm going to Northam again on Saturday, I'm so excited!

The heat on the back of her neck was unbelievable as she cracked her eyes open to the light of day. Her mouth was so dry she couldn't feel her tongue, and her entire body was still screaming with pain. Sweat drenched her entire body, and she was sure she was lying on the surface of the sun.

She couldn't remember anything. Why was she lying here, face down in the grass under a blazing sun? With her jacket on of all things.

Struggling with shaking arms, she struggled out of her jacket, casting it aside and breathing a sigh of relief when she felt instantly cooler. The next step was to get up somehow, but judging by how weak she felt, she wasn't sure if that was going to happen.

Groaning, she lifted her head just enough to get her face out of the dirt. Her neck was killing her, and her head was pounding. She licked her lips, but it did nothing; her tongue felt as large and as dry as a tennis ball. A slight taste of blood reached her senses, telling her something had gone seriously wrong if she was injured.

Pushing onto her hands, a scream tried to escape as agonising pain shot up from her right wrist. Her throat was so dry that no sound made it out, but she grimaced, biting down on her lip as she transferred her weight over to her left hand. She dragged herself up slowly, carefully working her way up to her feet.

As soon as she took a step, her entire body folded as she crumpled back to the grass. Her hands automatically went out to catch her, and as they hit the ground, she folded, writhing in pain as she clutched her clearly broken wrist with her good hand.

She let out a frustrated sigh, immediately getting back to her feet.

'Stay upright, Jareau,' she mentally told herself, willing her legs to stop shaking for five minutes so she could walk over to the shady patch of trees she had spotted on the far side of the field.

Turning slightly, she looked behind her.

More fields.

She remembered being on the highway during the night.

And she was starting to remember losing control of the car.

How had she gotten so far from the road?

Shaking her head and ignoring the pain it caused in her neck, she slowly shuffled through the grass over to the shade, hoping to find a reprieve from the sun and start to gather herself back together. She had pain all over, and hunger pangs were starting to kick in.

As she finally collapsed against the tree grimacing in pain, she took a few deep breaths to remind herself to stay calm.

The BAU would find her. They always found who they were looking for.

"No JJ. Morgan, I need you to start trying to piece together what happened when JJ left Merredin, maybe there's a lead somewhere in there. Don't abandon the case though. We need to work them concurrently"

"We can handle the case for now," Rob interjected. "You fellas find your agent. We'll get your insight if we feel like we're losing a grip on the end"

"We were sent here to work alongside you-"

"But now you have a missing agent somewhere between Perth and Merredin. I'm telling you, finding her is now your priority. We'll do the double duty, you guys focus on finding her alive and well," Rob said assuredly.

"Rob?" came the voice of young Andrew as he walked into the room.

"What is it?" Rob asked, looking up from the phone.

"Cunderdin Police have just called in an accident on the highway, about twenty minutes west of the town," Andrew said carefully, looking nervously towards Morgan. "The vehicle is registered to the WA Police Headquarters in Perth"

Morgan's stomach dropped. "That's the vehicle we came out here in"

Andrew nodded. "I know. The problem is... there's no-one at the crash scene"

Morgan felt like ice had just entered his lungs.

"Take Agent Morgan and go. I'll keep in touch with the agents in Perth," Rob instructed immediately, waving the two men out of the room.

Morgan made no hesitation. He was already heading for the car.

When they pulled up to the crash site just over an hour later, Morgan was surprised to find the highway still wide open to traffic.

"Can't they tape it off?" he asked as Andrew parked the car in the gravel at the side of the road.

"This highway is the only link between the Goldfields and Perth. The trucks rely on it. Without trucks, Australia stops. We can't close this section of the highway," Andrew replied as they got out of the car.

Checking for oncoming traffic, they crossed the highway to join the crash scene investigators who were already combing over the vehicle.

"Andrew. Good to see you. Who's this?" one of the men asked.

"Derek Morgan. He's from the FBI, they're here to work on a case with us in Merredin. The agent driving this vehicle is one of his colleagues," Andrew explained.

Morgan wordlessly walked over to examine the car. It was on its roof, the front end crumpled into the unrelenting steel pipe of the Goldfields Pipeline. The damage to the car was far worse than to the pipeline, a testament to its 100 years of survival.

"No sign of the agent. We're combing the nearby field, but judging by the state of the vehicle, they couldn't have gone far," the CSI told Andrew.

"Good. Keep looking"

Kneeling down, Morgan looked in through the broken windows, seeing nothing more than broken glass and the packages from the snacks they'd purchased before the drive the previous day.

Among it however, he spotted something out of place.

JJ's phone.

Reaching in, he immediately grabbed it. The screen was shattered, but maybe, just maybe it would still work.

"You shouldn't be touching that," one of the CSI's said gruffly.

"It's my colleague's phone, it's going back to our analyst for information," Morgan replied sternly. He knew JJ wouldn't trust anyone other than the BAU to comb through her phone, and he wanted to get it safely into Garcia's hands.

Maybe, Garcia would be able to find out where the phone had last bounced off a tower. With that information, they would be able to estimate the time of the crash. And maybe, that would help them towards finding out where the hell JJ was.