AN--So, I've been working on this story for forever on the side, and I thought it might be nice to start posting it. Thanks to EGoofy34 and SSBAILEY for checking it over for me, I was debating whether to post it at all. This is going to be VERY different from other stories I've written, there probably won't be any ships with this, (if so, SLIGHT H/JJ but only because I can't help myself.) and as far in the story as I am, I'm still undecided as what to do with Will. That being said, I hope you like it!

-Alan Paton

JJ cringed slightly as the doctor finished his examination. "Ma'am, I'm going to need to bring in a nurse to take some pictures of your injuries." He said quietly after he had swabbed and examined every inch of her body.

"Whatever you need." JJ mumbled, focusing her thoughts on happier times. Ashamed of the present, she lost her self to the memory of the first time she dribbled a soccer ball. Life had seemed to make so much sense at seven years old, little did she know how wrong she was. She heard the door creak open, and the nurse taking gentle, cautious steps in the melancholy room.

"Miss, could you please turn to your side." The young nurse asked kindly. JJ silently complied, focusing her efforts on getting through the next few minutes. She accepted that this would be her life now, pushing herself to survive short intervals of time, trying to not imagine what the next few minutes could bring. The entire situation was ringing with irony, for years victims had told her that she had no idea what they'd been through, and in truth, they were right. But now she did, she now knew perfectly.

"And now the other one."

JJ again turned. She tried to keep her eyes away from those of the nurse. JJ didn't want the concern that every single person had given her since she entered the hospital. She couldn't help but find the parallels to the countless victims that she'd faced, except for one exception. She knew who did this to her. How could I have been so stupid? JJ wondered to herself. All this time she'd been telling victims to listen to their intuition, and yet, she tuned out hers. She only vaguely remembered the events that had brought her here.

As JJ took a look at her watch, she couldn't help but grimace. The annual Jareau family barbeque was taking much longer than she had planned. She'd already been home for a week visiting her family, and needed to get home soon. To make matters worse, she'd left her car at her parent's home, optioning to drive with her mom and dad to her grandmother's house, anticipating that her father-always antsy-would get them in and out of the family outing in record time. What she hadn't anticipated was how long her mother could keep talking, though she knew that if Will and Henry had come then she would have had to stay for several more hours.

She was a little disappointed that Will had been on call this week and hadn't been able to come, and Henry was just getting over a small cold that she didn't want to make worse with chilly spring nights in Pennsylvania. Her extended family was equally disappointed, making her promise to bring her boyfriend and small son to the next family outing.

"Hey, do you want a ride home? Or at least to your car?" Her uncle Jeff asked her, smiling at her charmingly. Her mother's brother was a handsome guy, charming, funny, and witty--but something was off about him. Only five years older than JJ, she had always felt awkward around her 'uncle' but luckily didn't have much interaction with him. A decorated sheriff in her hometown, she was just grateful they had never had a case where she had to work with him.

She didn't really want to accept the ride with him. Her mom had never been close to him and this was the only time of the year where they saw each other, but she really did need to go home.

"Um... Sure. Thanks." JJ said, grabbing her bag. "Just let me say good bye to my mom and dad." She got up and quickly gave her parents a hug.

"Alright, let's go." JJ mentioned awkwardly. She climbed into the passenger seat of her uncle's cop car. They drove in silence towards her parents' home.

"Take a drink." Her uncle offered, handing her a half full bottle of lemonade and interrupting the silence.

"I'm good, thanks." JJ declined graciously. Truthfully, Uncle Jeff had always creeped her out.

"I mean it. Take a drink." He ordered a little more firmly.

"Alright." JJ said, taking a sip of lemonade, finding it odd that he was so adamant about her getting a drink.

After JJ did so, the silence resumed once more. Moments passed like hours, and then the dizziness began. She rubbed her eyes, but it did nothing. She began feeling like she was losing control of herself. And then it happened. JJ found herself unable to move. She had no idea where the paralysis came from, but she tried to yell for help. Didn't her uncle notice what was happening to her? He just kept driving, a smug smile on his face, until he finally pulled to the side of the empty road.

JJ was terrified. What had happened to her? Why was her uncle not helping her? Suddenly a sickening realization dawned on her. She tried even harder to scream, but her body wouldn't allow it. She felt contempt for the muscles that had turned on her, allowing her to be so vulnerable.

"Don't worry sweetie, I promise this won't hurt." Jeff smiled, climbing over to where JJ was sitting, unable to move as she was filled with terrifying realization of what was going to happen.

"Ma'am, we've finished up here, your doctor will call you in the morning with the results, is there someone who can drive you home?" The nurse asked JJ kindly.

"Yeah, my erm...boyfriend is outside." JJ muttered mindlessly. How was she going to explain this all to Will?

"Alright, let's get you in the chair and then we can wheel you out." The nurse said, helping JJ into the wheel chair. JJ closed her eyes, trying to envision how she could get through this. Even Will, as gentle as he was, she didn't want to be around-but she didn't want anyone else to know.

She wouldn't have told him in the first place, but when she got home early that morning, crying and bruised, she really didn't have a choice. As JJ approached him, Will stood up, holding Henry who was oblivious to his mother's pain. "JJ...." Will began, but JJ just shrugged.

"Will, please don't. Don't say anything." JJ whispered, hoping to drown herself in silence. Words were far too hard to come by tonight.

"Alright JJ." Will responded in his thick, Louisiana accent. He stood there quietly, not knowing what to do next. He'd never anticipated something like this happening to his girlfriend. He tried to place his arm around her protectively, but she simply shirked his advances.

"I just can't do this." JJ said softly as they walked quickly to the car.

"It's ok, after what you've been through-" He started, but was interrupted by her pleading eyes.

"Will, I'd really like to not talk about it." She insisted.

"JJ..."

"I seriously can't do this. I can't talk about this, not now. I can't." JJ pleaded. She wished that she could go back in time, and scream to herself to not get in that car. But she couldn't go back in time; she had to deal with the fact that she was now damaged.

The pair walked out to the car, where JJ slipped into the back seat next to Henry.

"JJ?" Will looked at her questioningly.

"Just let me sit back here." JJ begged, pleading for him not to ask her questions as the small sedative they gave her began to work, not putting her to sleep, but allowing her to not feel the pain from the bruises that had begun to form. Will didn't argue, he just nodded and got into the driver's seat, and started the car, unsure of what to do to help. They drove in silence, both examining how drastically life had changed in one night.

AN2--I don't have experience with being a rape victim, but I attempted to make JJ's emotions as real as possible. Sadly, most rapes ARE committed by family members or friends, so I thought it was an interesting twist. I mean no offense by any inaccuracies or unliklihoods, though I did do my best to keep those at a minimum.