Feeling her breath catch in her throat, JJ gazed down at the pictures on her desk. Snapshots of her, taken over the last several weeks. The most recent of which had been captured just last night as she'd gotten ready for bed.
Swallowing as she felt that bitter taste rise in her mouth, she shook her head. First, the roses. Then, the late night phone calls. Now, this. Tightening her small hands into fists in an effort to stop the trembling, she took a deep breath. As much as she hated to admit it, she was out of her league. How had they gotten some of these photographs? And what else had this pervert watched?
Grabbing the pictures and stuffing them back into the envelope they'd been found in, stuffed under her office door, she determinedly walked from her office. Obviously whoever had delivered the envelope had attained access to the Federal Building. Every corner of her life had now been invaded. Battling that overwhelming feeling of helplessness, she chastised herself. You're a trained federal agent, JJ. You can handle this.
The problem was, she had no idea where to start. Depressing the button on the elevator for the parking garage, she impatiently waited for the doors to open. She needed some air. A nice drive to help her clear her muddled thoughts and formulate a plan for coping with this newest curveball. She could do it, she thought, stepping inside the elevator.
Moments later, as the doors swished open and she stepped into the cool parking garage, she was no closer to an answer. Her only thoughts were to escape the oppressive atmosphere that now even the safe haven of the BAU was. Walking toward her car, she never heard the footsteps behind her. Reaching her car door, she'd turned briefly to look behind her just as a gloved hand reached to cover her mouth.
Dropping her hand automatically to her side to reach for her firearm, she felt it surrounded in a bone crushing grip and wrenched behind her. As her attacker slammed her into her car, she bit at his hand, causing him to momentarily drop it away. Screaming as loudly as she could as she heard the elevator doors open again, she closed her eyes in relief as she heard Emily Prentiss yelling her name.
Feeling the masked man tighten his hands around her neck painfully, he leaned forward for the barest of seconds, whispering, "I'll be seeing you soon, Angel. Soon," before all went black as his hand connected with the side of her head.
Emily, vision obstructed by the cars between the elevator car and JJ, rushed forward. "JJ!" she yelled as she got closer, gun drawn. "Oh my God! JJ!" she yelled again as she saw the petite blonde woman slumped on the ground beside her vehicle. Quickly finding the other woman's pulse, she flipped open her cell phone. "Garcia, get everybody down to parking level 1A now! It's JJ! She's been attacked. Get us an ambulance!" she ordered, staring down at the blonde media analysis's unconscious face. "Hurry, Garcia!" As she tossed the phone aside, Emily whispered, "Come on, JJ. Open your eyes!"