Alright guys, our second main character is finally awake! From here on we will be swapping POVs, so odd chapters will be from Derek's POV and even chapters will be from Jolene's. There might be some overlapping of some of the big events due to this. I hope you guys enjoy this weeks installment! Look for a Reid short and the start of a Rossi story coming soon!

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It was dark. It was safe. Jolene wasn't sure where she was but she felt safe for the first time since finding out her family had been killed. She was so tired. She felt like she could just stay there wrapped in the darkness forever.

Jolene, honey you can't stay here. It's not time yet.

Jolene looked around and saw her father's face in the darkness.

Daddy! She ran to him and he wrapped her in the biggest hug. Jolene wanted to loose herself right then and there and never look back. Daddy I've missed you so much.

I know baby, I'm sorry. We've all missed you to. I'm sorry that all of this has happened to you, my strong, brave, beautiful little fighter. You cannot give up yet you hear me?

But Daddy, I don't want to go back. I want to stay here with you. There's nothing for me back there.

I can't explain little one, but trust me. You won't be alone anymore. We're always with you. You have to go back, you're not done yet. We will be together again, just not here or now. He kissed the top of her head and held her close again. I have to go now love. Your mother sends her love as well. And Trevor told me to tell you that you have to live your life to the fullest for him.

Just like that her father was gone and she was alone in the darkness once more. The feeling of safety slowly fell away. Suddenly she heard something; a soothing voice from somewhere in this place. Jolene wasn't sure who was speaking, where she was or where the voice was coming from, but she listened. She couldn't make out what they were saying, and it was over soon.

When she was alone once more she began to think about everything that had happened to her in the last five years. Her family had been murdered while she was away at college. Her boyfriend had ended up being a terrible person who beat her, and tried unsuccessfully to break her spirit. He had however, succeeded in convincing all her friends that she had suddenly become some raging bitch and they refused to talk to her.

So she had run. She ran to Virginia, where no one would know who she was or what she had been through. It would be a fresh start. She left everything behind in Nashville so it would be a clean break. She ended up at a women's shelter just outside Quantico before she decided that it would be the perfect place to start again.

She stayed there for two weeks before a man approached her with a deal. The shelter was crowded and needing some space, and he had a house that he was willing to rent out to her, including six months of free rent. It sounded too good to be true, so she spoke with the head coordinator of the shelter. It turned out that he was a wealthy man who had extended this offer to six other women in similar situations in six other shelters. They had all accepted his offer and to everyone's knowledge were alive and well in their new homes with new lives. So she had agreed and signed a lease. He had even helped her move in and get settled.

That's when things got bad. Jolene had assumed that he would leave after dropping her and her stuff off, but he didn't. He came inside to show her around the house. That was fine, he would leave afterwards. Again, he didn't leave. He offered to stay for dinner. She had been on edge at that point, but he had just given her a fresh start on life. The least she could do was humor him with dinner.

After dinner, he still didn't leave. When she asked him about it, he answered her with a punch so hard it made her black out. When she woke up she couldn't see anything; he had blindfolded her and tied her to the bed naked. She screamed and he instantly covered her mouth. Jolene had blocked out the things that he said to her, but her mind could never erase his rough touch on her skin.

She tried to block out all the times he had raped her, but she couldn't. Even alone in this darkness she couldn't escape the feeling of him forcing himself upon her. She couldn't out run the burn from when he tore her open, or the white-hot pain of him breaking her arm when she didn't comply. The longer he abused her, the harder it got. He told her that she was his favorite because she was a fighter.

She had never been able to see anything except for his eyes. They were stone cold, dark as coal, and they haunted her every time she closed her own. Even in this never ending darkness she could see them everywhere. They made her skin crawl and every hair stand on end. The only time she ever felt safe again was when the voice came back.

After the first few times she began to chase it. She could tell she was getting closer because the voice was getting louder and clearer. Sometimes she could make out bits and pieces of what it was saying, other times it wouldn't talk much but she could tell it was there because it made her feel safe and warm. One day another voice showed up. This one was different. It was another cold voice, and it was yelling at her voice.

Jolene ran as fast and hard as she could. She knew she was almost there because the world was getting brighter. Suddenly she broke through the darkness and was nearly blinded by the harsh hospital lighting. She blinked a few times as the voice she had been chasing said "I'm not personally invested in this at all."

She didn't even know this person and yet his words stung. She made eye contact with a pretty blonde in the corner who she assumed to be his girlfriend. She was standing behind the owner of Jolene's voice with her hand on his arm. Her eyes got wide and she interrupted the two arguing men.

"Guys…" Her voice was soft yet strong and both men turned their attention toward her.

"What Garcia?" The man closest to Jolene spoke with a rough edge to his voice that made her body instantly tense.

"She's awake." Garcia pointed at Jolene and the owner of the voice that Jolene had heard while she was in the darkness peeked around the man that was standing closest to Jolene.

When his deep brown eyes met Jolene's she instantly felt safe. It didn't matter what she had gone through before, she knew that no matter what he would never harm her. She could see that they were filled with compassion and yet tinged with hurt. She felt like she knew him from somewhere but she wasn't sure where. She felt as though she had known him for a lifetime, but she was almost certain she had never met him before in her life.

"Jolene! Are yo-" he seemed excited to see that she was awake, but the other man in the room cut him off and turned to face her.

"Ms. Abigail, my name is Aaron Hotchner and I'm an agent with the FBI. Do you know where you are? Do you remember what happened to you?"

Jolene turned to look at the man who spoke. Agent Hotchner's voice was softer than before, but it was still cold and unsettling to her. She tried to back away but her body was weak. Her hands began to shake as she looked into his eyes and immediately saw a different set of coal black eyes looking back at her. Fear flashed across her face as she clutched desperately at the blankets around her with shaking hands.

"Hotch, she just woke up. Let's go get the nurse's before you start interrogating her. You're clearly terrifying her, you big bully." Garcia walked around the other person in the room and grabbed Hotchner by the arm and pulled him out of the room, leaving her alone with him.

"Hey honey. My name is Derek Morgan. I'm also an FBI agent." His voice was just as smooth and comforting as it had been before. Jolene wondered to herself if he had come to visit her while she was here. "Do you want me to leave? I can understand if you do." Jolene shook her head no. "Is there anything I can get you?"

Jolene opened her mouth to speak, but no coherent words came out. Her throat was extremely dry from disuse. Jolene had no idea what the date was or how long she had been out for. She wasn't even really sure what all had happened to her. Her head was fuzzy and she couldn't seem to focus her thoughts. Agent Morgan ran a hand across his face and looked at her with worry filled eyes.

"What happened?" Her voice was rough from disuse, but at least this time she managed to say something.

"Well..." Agent Morgan began, but before he could finish doctors pushed him out of the room.

Doctors poked and prodded Jolene, checking everything and marking down things on her chart. She was sore, and despite being asleep for who knows how long, she was exhausted. She fell asleep before the doctors even left the room.

When she woke up her room was empty. The lights in her room were off, but sunlight was streaming through her window. She could read the date across the room on a white board, and she was shocked to learn that it was almost July. The last date that she remembered was just past New Years. She remembered thinking this is it; new year, new house, new life. She chuckled to herself bitterly now. Things were worse off than they were in Nashville. A tear fell down her cheek and she reached up with her right arm to wipe it away. She noticed the cast on her arm and shook her head. She couldn't hold the tears back any more, and she let the sobs flow freely. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to find comfort in her sea of questions and loneliness.