AN: PLEASE, PLEASE read this AN! JJ has been abducted by horrific people; while I will not go into graphic details, sexual assault does occur. There is a reference to it in this chapter and most likely will be throughout this story.

Eric Richards stood just inside his garage door. Waiting. He smiled as he glanced down at his phone and saw that in just a few minutes, according to the tracking chip he had placed in all of his cars, that his package would be pulling into the large garage.

He had perfected his operation after only a few years and had the strategy down to an art form; from the type of vehicle used to grab his packages, to the speed limits on any street his guys would be driving down; he knew the dosage of each drug and how much would work for what he needed. He knew the type he would be looking for and what the buyers were currently interested in.

And he knew how to transport them from place to place without ever being detected. He had never been caught, had never come close. And now he was so damn good at it, that he only worked with the high paying, elite clients. Hell, the police came to him most nights, as did an infamous judge, news anchor, and doctor. And those were just a few of his regulars. They couldn't touch him now as he knew their dirty little secrets, he was untouchable. And he knew it.

"Boss?" Eric turned at the sound of his voice to see one of his men standing in the doorway; "room is ready, working on getting a transport out of here."

Eric nodded, "Call Sam; he is a pilot and has his own plane, he can take us where we need to go. We don't have time to wait with this one."

"Yes sir," the man bowed his head and turned to leave but stopped when his boss called him back.

"Who is on this one?" Eric took a drag of his cigarette, making sure everything was handled before she arrived was the key to success in his operation. Every one of the packages that come into his program had one of his guys constantly on her; it ensured full control, fear, and safety. If she had someone constantly with her, Eric knew he would get paid and that his property would not just up and disappear. It was another aspect that made his organization so successful.

"Marcus or Steven…" He spoke as the garage door glided open.

Eric didn't answer, but motioned for his employee to follow him to the side of the SUV as it pulled up. The next few minutes were silent and smooth, everyone knew not to speak or make a sound until they were safely inside the house and inside the sound proof room.

Eric smiled though as he watched his two men carry the blonde woman from the SUV and inside; he was already proud of his newest acquisition and beamed proudly as she was dumped into a corner and his two men came to stand by his side.

"She's a lightweight," one of them began, "drugs took her out hard; I think she is just coming around."

Eric nodded and walked over to the woman who was staring at him, her eyes despertly trying to focus on something. He reached over and placed his fingers under her chin, before pinching and forcing her to look him in the eyes.

For a brief few moments, they stared at each other, neither backing down, both asserting that they were in control; although JJ knew she was in extreme danger. She racked her drugged brain, trying to connect the face staring down at her with any case she may hve worked; nothing came forward.

"Get off me…" It took all her strength, but JJ mustered to rip her chin away and speak the demand, all while keeping her gaze fixated on the man.

Eric's smile only grew as he reached back over and grabbed her harder, pushing her head back against the wall and kneeling into her lap before pressing his knees into her stomach. "Why aren't you a feisty one!" He reached over and brushed the blonde hair out of JJ's eyes, "Feisty and beautiful; you'll definitely bring in the money. "

JJ swallowed still too weak from the drug to fight back but she knew her heart rate had just shot up and she knew what was happening; this wasn't happening, not to her. She investigated these things; she was not a victim of it!

"Look at you, look at your mind racing." Eric spoke to her and reached for her again, smiling as she pulled away. "You're bright aren't you; you know what is happening here…"

JJ looked at him and spoke, hoping her next few words would help. "I am an FBI agent; they'll be looking for me…" She licked her lips, her mouth having gone dry.

Eric stared at her, his smile dropped and he turned around to the other two men in the room. "She's FBI?" He hissed, everything now having a new sense of urgency. The two men shrugged, not having any idea.

"You need to let me go…" JJ spoke again, seeing she may have the upper hand here if only for brief minute.

She was met with silence but watched as the man nodded and another man left; seconds later, he came back and JJ saw the long needle into his hands. Instantly, she began struggling, trying to get away as all three men walked back towards her.

"NO!" She screamed as they held her against the wall and the man who held the needle approached her.

"Yes." He smiled, "this just goes in your tummy, it'll hurt.." He laughed as he flicked the needle and JJ was forced onto her back. She struggled more as her shirt was lifted up and her stomach exposed. "It won't make you sleep princess, but it'll make you bit more manageable," He joked again and slipped the needle under her skin.

JJ closed her eyes in pain, forcing herself not to show them how much it hurt; the drug burned worse than the first and she struggled trying to pull away as he kept pressing the amber liquid into her stomach. It was instant, JJ felt her body go limp, she had no control, but her mind was completely aware as the needle was withdrawn and her shirt pushed up further.

"There. Now this will be better," the man grinned as he reached for his own belt and began unbuttoning JJ's blouse; a sadistic look plastered on his face.

There was nothing she could do.