A/N - Just wanted to let you know that in this fanfic, Holly and JJ are both thirty-three years old. They were originally gonna be twenty-nine for some reason but that seemed way too off the mark. Anyway, second chapter. ENJOY!

~MBL

On the plane, Holly couldn't help but flick through all of her files. Each victim had reports of being sexually assaulted, with rope burns on both their hands and feet. Angered, she scrunched up the files and threw them across the floor, scattering all of the loose sheets of paper. Holly sank to the floor, finally lifting up the sleeves that had been pulled past her palms for so many years. She prodded the scars that had now coated her wrists, from the many years of trying to escape her memories and flashbacks. She rubbed her wrists, finally letting the first tear cascade down her cheek since she arrived in America.

Suddenly, Holly heard someone walk in the plane. She quickly pulled her sleeves back down and wiped her face, leaving no evidence of psychological trauma.

"Agent Green, have you looked over the- what the hell happened?" Hotchner asked, staring at Holly on the floor and the files everywhere.

"Sorry sir, I'm fine, just tripped and spilled my files everywhere," Holly responded, collecting up her files. One by one, the rest of the team, apart from Garcia, filed into the plane just as Holly picked up the last of the files. As everyone sat into their usual spots, Holly stayed standing up, unsure of where to be sitting. She made a conscious effort to stay as far away from JJ as she possibly can, because if anyone could figure out what has gotten her so on edge, it's her. She sat on a seat away from everyone while they were talking about the victims and the case some more, Holly just went over her files over and over again, although she know exactly who the UnSub was and where he was hiding. The team then received a video call from Garcia.

"Talk to me Baby Girl," Morgan answered.

"There's been another kidnapping," Holly sat bolt upright. Even though she couldn't see her, she knew Garcia was trembling and genuinely afraid. "Her name is Natalie Brown, and get this. She has all three common features of the victims - blond hair, green eyes and freckles."

Holly's hands started to shake again.

"What about the age, Garcia?" Reid asked.

"Same as all of the other girls. She's eighteen."

That's when Holly couldn't take it any longer, she started trembling uncontrollably, tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. She quickly got up, not caring that every member of the BAU now had their eyes on her, and ran into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, Holly felt the bile rising up her throat and emptied the contents of her stomach into the bowl. She knew the team would've been able to hear her coughing and spluttering, but she didn't care. When she was finished, she looked into the mirror and saw her mascara was running down her face and she started sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, after ten minutes, the sobs began to subside and Holly dabbed away her smudged makeup and looked in the mirror to take in her pathetic reflection. Her wavy blond hair was now plastered to her forehead with sweat, her green eyes still threatened to spill tears. And her freckles, they started to almost bulge out of her face.

The rapping of knuckles on the bathroom door woke Holly from her trance.

"Holly, it's me, JJ. Is everything alright?" Holly almost didn't trust herself to speak. She didn't want her old best friend finding out what she has been keeping a secret for a good fifteen years.

"Uh, yeah, everything's fine, just a little jet lagged still." she responded. She could still hear breathing on the other end, and knew JJ wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

"Look, I'm sorry for the outburst earlier, I'm not mad or anything, I just miss you. Please come out of there. We need to talk." JJ started to plead.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm fine." Holly responded, trying to be as cold as she could muster.

"Damn it Holly! Why are you shutting me out? Something happened to you, I know it! Why don't you trust me anymore? I trusted you when- when-" Holly knew JJ wouldn't be able to finish her sentence, but she knew what she meant. When Holly first met JJ, although she was one of the popular kids, she was facing major depression as her older sister had committed suicide four years prior. Holly quickly wiped her face, and slowly opened the door to find JJ slumped against the seat, tears running down her cheeks. The rest of the team were staring intent at the two blonds, none of them having seen their former Media Liaison break down in such a way, until Hotchner whispered something to the rest of the group and they all went back to the case.

"I'm sorry about what happened with Rosaline," Holly began, "but I am seriously fine. There's no need to worry." Holly took JJ's hand and gripped it tightly. "Trust me on this." JJ let out a single sob and gripped Holly's hands tighter, her knuckles becoming white. "I'm sorry for shutting you out. I really am, but there were things I needed to figure out, and I am truly sorry."

"It's okay," JJ managed to choke out. She then looked at Holly's hands, and where her sleeves had managed to roll up.

"What is that?" JJ asked, controlling her sobbing and pointing to her wrists. Holly quickly tried to pull down her sleeves, but JJ was too quick, rolling her sleeves all the way up to her elbows. She rubbed her fingers against Holly's scars. A look of absolute terror was plastered on her face.

"What have you done?" JJ asked, bringing the attention on the plane back to the two blonds.

"JJ-"

"No! You tell me you are perfectly fine, that I have nothing to worry about, and then I find out you've been harming yourself?" JJ shouted.

"JJ, please, keep your voice dow-"

"No I won't! Is this why you disappeared, so you can go off and be suicidal? How the hell did you get the clearance to be a member of this team?" New tears started spilling down JJ's face, the same with Holly.

"JJ, she is a part of this team because she is damn good at her job." Hotch interjected, unable to stay silent for much longer. "I know her psychological status is not exactly what we were hoping for-"

"My psychological status? So I'm just some tool for you guys to use, to help solve cases? It doesn't matter what mental state I'm in, does it?"

Everyone became silent. Hotch took a step towards Holly.

"That's not what I meant. I apologize. I'm saying that it doesn't matter about what you are like out of the workplace, but in the workplace you have caught dozens, heck, maybe even hundreds of rapists. And that's why you're on this team." he responded, his face showing little emotion.

Holly slumped on the seat opposite JJ, who was still glaring at her.

"I already lost one sister to suicide. I can't lose another sister. You're such an idiot." She sighed. "Did you honestly think I wasn't going to find out? Not only am I a profiler, but I was your best friend for three years. I was your sister for three years."

Holly wouldn't allow herself to start sobbing again, but the tears still erupted. "I promise, this was long ago, JJ, this was at least five years ago. Please trust me. I'm not like that anymore. I am determined to catch this son of a bitch and I will not let my emotions or feelings get in the way with that. I promise."

JJ just nodded, not wanting to say a word for fear she'll burst into sobs again.

The rest of the flight was silent, and Holly was thankful for that. She didn't want to have another argument with JJ, or even her Unit Chief, because he can easily kick her out of the BAU.

A/N - Also I want to thank IniTiniNini for the review, the reviews help me so I know whether to keep going, guys :) Please, please, please review, follow and favourite. Thank you all! :3

~MBL