This isn't what I want

chapter 3

** next morning **

I can't move again. I'm naked again. My whole body aches and it's freezing. My arms are sore and are still tied. Will's probably gone to work and left me. This is my chance.

With terrible difficulty, I sit up and pull hard until the tied are ripped off my arms. I untie my legs and as I attempt to stand, they collapse beneath me. I feel ashamed as I crawl to find my phone. It's in the bedroom, but I can't open the door.

Fuck. Will has locked me inside. I can't leave.

"WILL!" I yelled out. Because what else can I do?

I bang hard on the door, despite the pain. There's no movement throughout the house, so I try one last thing. I'm desperation, I lunge at the door, using my entire body to force it open. I misjudge, and the door flies open, sending me across the hall and down the stairs.

I pass out at the bottom.

** Emily's POV **

"Hotch, have you heard from JJ? She's never been ill in the past 14 years. I'm worried about her." I say to Hotch as we sit in his office.

JJ still hasn't shown up for work, and this isn't like her. She loves her job, and she has never been off without warning.

Suddenly my phone rings.

"Emily Prentiss?"

"Yes, that's me. Who is this?"

"My name is Dr Leah Fairway. You are a friend of Jennifer Jareau-LaMontagne?"

"Yes, we work together. What's going on?"

"I'm afraid she's been involved in some accident. She's currently in hospital, and you were her first emergency contact."

"Which hospital? I'm on my way." I say frantically and rush out of the building.

My poor JJ has been hurt, and I didn't do anything.

** the hospital **

We sit waiting for news. Penelope has called Sandy, to tell her to look after Henry for the night. I said I'd tell her of any news. I can't stand not knowing. Hotch watches me carefully and he must understand what I'm feeling because he puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a friendly squeeze. I feel the warmth of his touch and I want more, but I need to concentrate on JJ.

She's been in the OR for at least 4 hours. We've all been waiting for any news. Nothing.

Suddenly, a tall woman in scrubs comes towards us.

"Emily Prentiss?"

"That's me. What's happened?" I ask nervously.

"I'm Dr Fairway. I'm afraid Jennifer was found this morning unconscious at the bottom of her stairs by a neighbour. She's been badly tortured and beaten. Previous bruising and scar tissue suggests this has been going on for a couple of years at least. Emily, do you know if she is in an abusive relationship?"

For a moment I just stare in silence. My heart drops. She was being beaten by Will and none of us knew anything.

"Oh, sorry.  She's married to Detective William LaMontagne Jr. I don't know any details, but I've had suspicions that something bad has been going on. Every now and again she'd come in with a bruise, or a limp. She insists she walks into things, or falls over. I can't believe I didn't do anything."

"Emily, this isn't your fault."

"How is JJ?"

"She is out of surgery. For now. She sustained multiple injuries, and internal bleeding. I'm afraid she needs a liver and a kidney transplant within the next three days, otherwise she might not make it out of the OR alive."