AN: Yay! So, here is the sequel to Breath! Enjoy. And yes, you know there will be drama throughout this entire story.

You sit in the ICU room, holding JJ's hand, in awe at the strength the young agent possess. Your heart is torn in two though, you desperately want to see her open her eyes, but at the same time, do not want to get your hopes up. After all, according to the staff, the squeeze could have been nothing but reflex.

And you don't know what to believe now. That JJ is waking up, slowly but surely, she is coming back. It is what your heart wants, and you know it. It is what everyone wants. At the same time, you have slowly begun to resign yourself that maybe she will never wake up- and today, you got your hopes up for nothing. Maybe that is all it was, the huge hope you had held hours earlier, seems to be fading away at lightening speed.

You are thankful that you didn't act on excitement and call anyone, not even Will. You cannot imagine the devastation that phone call would have brought the struggling detective. It is better that nobody knows- nobody but you and the staff.

And as you look at her, you hope so many things for the young woman. But above all, you hope she is not suffering, not in any pain. The staff reassures you she is not, that she is on a large dose of pain medication, and if she was in pain, they could tell.

You also hope, by the time she wakes up, that you can tell JJ the bastard who did this is dead, and that you can name him. Because that day in the ICU three months ago, turned everyone upside down. The hospital gunman, was not the same person who shot JJ in the hotel. And you still have no name for either person. It's frustrating as hell, and you feel like a dam failure. You have done everything you can to protect JJ, but you know the fact of the matter is, you have no idea who shot her. And that person could be anywhere.. and it scares you.

It scares you because JJ is incredibly vulnerable. Vulnerable in so many ways, she cannot defend herself, she cannot identify her shooter, and neither can you or the entire FBI. If she wasn't so sick, you would have long ago requested she be moved. But that cannot happen.

Now, you do the only thing you know how to do, and that is vow to keep her safe. Safe as she can be while in the ICU dependent on a ventilator.

And a scary realization hits you suddenly, just how long can you do this? How long will the FBI pay for someone to sit with JJ at all times? How long will the shooter wait to come back? Will he come back or has he long forgotten about the catastrophic blow he has dealt? Is he dead, alive? Has he left the country? Is he a friend, neighbor, co worker?

You shake your head, disappointed at how much you do not know. The amount you do know, you can count on one hand. You know he shot JJ with her own weapon, that he somehow infiltrated the SWAT team, that he targeted JJ. Other then that, nothing.

And as you shake your head, you look at JJ and at how peaceful she looks. You take a deep breath and renew your dedication and faith into finding the shooter.

"I promise you, JJ. I promise." You whisper before crossing the room and opening a copy of her file. Ready to start it with fresh eyes.