Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything else you recognize unfortunately.

A/N: Okay, I know I promised updates to all my uncompleted stories this weekend, and I will get to them, it just may be some time next week instead of this weekend. Sorry! I wrote a chapter on this ship for my Song Shuffle earlier today and then my muse just went wild with it. I secretly love this ship now, and since there aren't very many stories out there shipping JJ and Rossi together (I've only found one, actually. How sad!) I decided to give this a go. I'm working on Chapter One right now, so it should be up soon. Please read and review if you like this, but if you're not a fan please don't flame in the reviews, just don't read it. WARNING…SITUATIONS REVOLVING AROUND RAPE AND ATTEMPTED RAPE…don't read if that will bother you or offend you because that is not my intention. And please let me know if anything seems a little OOC for an attempted rape/rape victim. I have personally never been in that situation so all I know is from what I've read and seen on TV on the subject, and I want this to be as real as possible. So let me know if there is something I can do to improve this! That all being said…I hope you like it! OH and the quote is a mix of two sets of lyrics from Joe Purdy and the band Civil Twilight.

P.S. This starts out JJ/Rossi friendship, but then moves to JJ/Rossi relationship. There might be one or two other ships in this story, but the main one will be JJ/Rossi.

Prologue

"Cause there's people out there screaming…They linger in the air…And I heard the birds today and wished I was anywhere but here…"

Jennifer Jareau sat on her window seat in a state of almost catatonia. Her attacker was long gone; the only visible traces of him were the bruises that covered her body, all but her face, her trashed living room, and her ripped skirt. Replaying the events of the past weeks in her mind over and over like a broken record, she sat staring out at the rain, it was almost like the heavens were crying the tears she could not bring herself to shed.

She knew the statistics, knew that according to studies done by her very own team, that most women knew their rapists. She'd thought he was a nice guy, Steve Davis, if that was even his real name, had been pursuing her for weeks, but something had always gotten in the way of them getting together, until tonight. If she had only gone out with the rest of the team maybe this wouldn't have happened to her, maybe she would've been safe. She'd originally thought he was going to kill her, but just as she felt his hands tighten around her neck, he suddenly let go again and ran out of the apartment like a scared animal. JJ didn't know what had scared him off, but she didn't care, she was just glad that he was gone, gone before he could do anything more than stick his horrible, disgusting fingers inside her. Thank God he hadn't been able to get any farther.

She'd bathed three times now, scrubbing each time until she almost bled, trying to wash the smell of his cologne off of her, but none of it was working. She knew she should call someone, maybe Emily or Penelope, but she didn't want them seeing her like this, especially after Battle. No, she knew there was only one person she could call that would make her feel safe, make her feel clean again, make her feel alright again.

Picking up her cell phone, her first movement in hours, she dialed a familiar number, one she'd been calling a lot lately, and held the phone up to her ear. It was answered almost instantly, even with it being well past two in the morning.

"Rossi"

"Dave...its JJ." She started quietly, trying not to break down; even though it was obvious to a trained profiler she was upset. "Can...Can you come over?"

"I'm on my way. Don't move okay?"

"Okay" She said quietly followed by an even quieter "Thanks" before hanging up.