Jemily One Shots

Kidnapped

I'm not really gonna talk about the 'case' but mainly just what the kidnapper does.

JJ's POV

Cold. Dark. Alone. I'm hanging?

Welp guess i've been kidnapped, this is just great. I take in my surroundings trying to profile my environment but it's too dark. A light in the corner turns on, there's a camera next to it, probably streaming this to the team.

A man walks in the room, short, but fit, kinda ugly too.
"What do you want from me asshole" He doesn't answer me, he walks over to a crowbar that's leaning against the wall. When did that get there?
"You are going to do exactly as I say and tell me exactly what I need to hear, understood?" I don't answer him, the unsub gets closer to me and I spit in his face. He deserved it. Next thing I know I'm being swung at with the crowbar. I try to not show any weakness so he stops. He stops after 6 blows to my stomach, he hasn't broken my ribs yet so he's lacking confidence for some reason. My vision goes blurry and I pass out from the pain.

It's been about 6-8 hours since i've been here, he's only been in here 2 other times to yell at me and adjust his camera in the corner. When he leaves I start speaking French to the camera in case Emily is watching *Bold is JJ talking in French*
"The unsub is white male, about 5'6 and fit. He lacks confidence though because his swing isn't the strongest. I would guess mommy issues" I really hope someone is watching so I can get out of here.

Emily's POV

We're all at the BAU while Garcia is trying to get a location on this live feed. We're trying to find men in JJ's life that would have the profile she gave us. Problem is, JJ is a somewhat social person and has a number of friends.

Garcia gets the address 2 hours later, the live feed stopped about an hour ago. I swear the second I see that douche bag I'm killing him on the spot. We pull up to the house, I go to the basement first kicking the door in. The unsub is about to hit JJ in the stomach with some metal looking object. I tackled him to the ground, I started throwing punches and I just couldn't stop.
"You bitch! *punch* You like hitting woman don't you *punch* last I heard, only pussys hit woman *Punch* you gonna hit me huh! *punch* Try swinging now bitch! *punch*"
I remember Derek pulling me off after a while, I jacked the unsub up a bit though.

I sat with JJ in the back of the ambulance, no major injuries for her. Just some bruised ribs, nothing some ice and sleep can't fix. Although I'm not letting her in the field for a few weeks. JJ leans her head on my shoulder, taking my bruised hand in hers looking at it for herself.
"I feel like you're more injured than me" She says while massaging my purple knuckles.
"That jackass deserved it. Cmon, we should get you home, you need to rest and Henry will be worried if he goes to bed without seeing us" I help JJ up and we get in the car to go home.

JJ tries to seem as normal as possible around Henry but he can tell somethings are wrong.
"Mommy what's wrong? Did you get hurt?" Henry asks as we tuck him in for the night,
"I will be just fine, now that I get to see you" We kiss Henry good night and head into our room. I help JJ into some more comfortable clothes and change my clothes as well. We head into the bathroom to do our night routine. JJ grabs my hands examining it.
"Go grab the first aid kit, you tore your knuckles up pretty bad" I know not to argue with her right now so I get the kit and sit on the counter as she patches my hand.
"How are you feeling love?" I ask her. Being taken and thinking you are going to die a painful slow death sucks.
"Like I got kidnapped" She doesn't look at me when she talks, she's starting to close herself off. Not good.
"How about this, I will let you come back to work 1 week earlier than you should if you agree to talk to someone about what happened. Doesn't have to be a therapist, it can be me for all I care. I just don't want you to bottle this up forever, ok?" She finishes wrapping my knuckles.
"Ok fine" I help JJ into bed and she lays on my chest, slowly moving her torso so she can be comfortable without her ribs hurting.
"Goodnight Em" she mumbles against me.
"Goodnight love"

The next couple of weeks went smoothly, JJ's ribs healed and my knuckles are no longer blue. Henry was scared at first as to why he couldn't tackle us for a couple of weeks but we sat down and talked with him about it.

"Hey bubs, we wanna talk to you about what happened to mommy and her tummy, is that ok?" He looked scared but curious at the same time.
"Is mommy gonna die?" His eyes started to tear up.
"No no monkey, I'm ok. I'm gonna be just fine. A bad man took me and gave me some boo boo's but mama caught the bad man and put him in jail." JJ said. Tears in her eyes now.
"But-but what if another bad guy takes you and you can't put him in jail?" Who turned on the fucking water works, Henry, JJ, and I are all crying now.
"You don't have to worry about that ok? We're all safe now and the bad guys can't hurt you. And when mommy and I are at work, we look after each other and make sure we don't get hurt. You don't have to worry" I sat Henry in my lap so he would calm down and know that  we were ok.

Our safety will always be a problem and I dread when Henry gets old enough to know that we aren't 100% invincible, one day we might not come home and that scares the shit out of me. I don't want Henry to worry about us, but he has a right to worry.

I'm running out of ideas so comment any suggestions you have!