I didn't have someone read this before I put it up here like I usually do. I did read it like a million times first though so I think it's ok! lol

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From Darkness to Light

A CM fanfic

Chapter 11

They searched for Kaylee the rest of the day. The BAU profilers and local police force looked for any signs of the young girl, her captor, or the van which he used to take her away from her family and which he would eventually use to dump her lifeless body just like he'd done with the others if they didn't catch him soon. Although they now had two witnesses to his crimes their unsub continued to elude them. J.J. had seen his van, had seen his face even, but it didn't help narrow down their search much. There could be hundreds of white vans in the city and surrounding areas and J.J. hadn't been able to see a license plate which made it seem even more as though they were looking for a needle in a hay stack or more specifically like looking for a particular needle in a pile of needles as Reid had once said.

Once the team had run out of leads, places to look, and people to talk to Hotch decided to call it a day and let everyone get some rest. Morgan picked out a local resturant for them to eat at and once again J.J. didn't join them. She needed some time to think, to figure out what she was going to do with the mess she'd managed to turn things into. She'd gone back to their hotel, to the safety of her own room, where she could do whatever she wanted and not have someone watching, telling her what to do or what not to do.

Not a word of J.J. was spoken as her friends ate. Not many words were spoken at all with each person thinking to themselves about the case, how they would ever find Kaylee in time, and their own opinions about what J.J. was going through. When Reid got up from their table saying he'd be right back Emily followed him to the short hallway that led to the men and women's restrooms and waited. The young doctor was surprised to find her waiting for him when he came out, but his surprise turned to curiosity and then to worry as Emily started to speak.

"I need to talk to you." She said. "About J.J." She then proceeded to tell him about what she'd seen and how concerned she was about their friend. "I just thought I should tell someone so there would be two people that could watch her. At least one of us is bound to be with her when we're on cases and I don't know if she'll ever come around to talking to me, but you've known her longer and I'm sure she'd rather talk to a friend than someone she barely knows."

"Thanks for telling me Emily, but do you really think she'd want to talk to me of all people?" Reid squeaked, certain that in her time of need J.J. would not want to deal with him and his social awkwardness.

Emily couldn't help but laugh at the genius's obvious fear at just talking to their blonde media liaison even if it was a difficult subject she'd hoped their talking would include. "Reid, I've seen the way you two act around each other, at least before this whole thing started…whatever it is. You guys are friends. She trusts you." She said, to which Reid just raised an eyebrow.

"You really think so?" He asked.

"Yeah, she may even like you more than you think. We just have to get the old J.J. back to find out." She hinted before walking away.

Reid's eyes grew larger at Emily's statements and he just stood there for a couple minutes before returning to their table where the silence had been broken and Hotch and Emily were laughing at something Morgan had said. Reid sat down and continued eating where he'd left off, thinking about J.J., what she was doing, what was wrong, and what he'd say to her when the time came to finally talk to her.

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Jennifer Jareau was sitting on the end of her bed. She had been since she walked through the door of her hotel room which meant she'd been staring at the television for over two hours. As yet another commercial interrupted her show selling another pointless kitchen accessory that 'you just couldn't live with out' J.J. let herself fall backwards onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. The room was dark except for the light emanating from the TV and as the commercial reached the point where the salesman said 'But wait! We'll give you two! A forty dollar value for only nineteen ninety five!' J.J. let her fingertips dance across the cuts and newly formed scars on her arm, lightly tracing each one, feeling it was there, and remembering when she had made it.

By the time the man had reached the end of his sales pitch ending it with 'If you don't absolutely love it send it back for a full refund!' she had tuned everything else out completely thinking about the fact that she hadn't done it yet today, she hadn't cut and as good as it sounded, wanting to focus on pain rather than the fact that she let an unsub get away or that she'd have to talk to Emily sometime because she knew, J.J. needed to know that she could go a day without it. She could stop if she wanted. She could she told herself over and over again, but then flashes of Kaylee, the unsub, and the other dead girls went through her mind triggering more images. These of blood, barns, dogs, cornfields, and Reid dying on a computer screen only to be revived seconds later by the very man who had killed him. J.J. sat up reaching for her bag, for the one thing she knew could comfort her, the one thing that could make those thoughts go away.

Before J.J. added to her rapidly growing collection cuts one more picture flashed through her mind. The image of Emily's surprised and concerned face.