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The room was dark, the kind of dark that used to frighten her as a child. The warmth of the bed and the smell of her lover surrounding her wasn't the comfort it used to be. It used to fill her heart with love and happiness but in the recent months that had twisted into something that made her heart twist painfully until she thought it would physically break. As irrational as it was, he was with her without being present and he was slowly killing her – emotionally that is. The worst part, he didn't pay enough attention to realise it.

Jennifer sighed and quieted her thoughts; she could hear him outside the door pottering around in his kitchen on the phone. He was laughing and talking in a way he no longer did with her, hadn't in months in fact. How she longed to know who he spoke to. How she wanted to be that person rather than the weak, needy woman she'd become. It was pathetic of her really but the more distant he became the more she clung on. The excuses she made for him were becoming pitiful even to her own ears; Garcia and Prentiss didn't even try to convince her to leave anymore. She could only assume that they'd figured out that she was a glutton for punishment – she intended to ride their relationship out to the end through her unhappiness and his ignorance.

If asked she wouldn't be able to pinpoint the change in their relationship. One day he was just different. There was no warning, no catalyst that she could tell, he had just withdrawn from her. If she asked he'd say he was fine, if she started an argument he didn't engage and if she told him she no longer wanted him and that she was going to leave he'd smirk and tell her that he's a profiler and she's a liar. Many a nights she'd lay awake wondering what to do about her predicament, wondering how to get him to see her again like he used to but she'd never come up with anything. The truth was she stayed because she liked who she was when she was with him, the her prior to their current relationship issues and she wanted that back. Jennifer had never liked being alone even whilst she'd run at the possibility of serious relationships she'd always had people around her.

Sighing, the blonde turned on the bedside table. Spencer was still in the kitchen and on the phone. Getting out of bed she grabbed her go bag and some of the clothes she kept there in case they were called out on a case whilst she was staying over. Getting changed, she grabbed her phone and keys and opened the door quietly praying that she wouldn't draw any attention to herself. She saw her lover had his back to her so made a dash for the front door, escaping before he noticed. Whilst her head told her it was the best thing for her, her heart screamed for her to go back and stick it out. Rationale won out and she got into her car and drove mindlessly.

Will he notice that I'm gone? Would he even care? Maybe he's thankful that I took the initiative and left.

Her thoughts swirled dangerously around in her head, each worse than the last until she was a nervous wreck. Before she'd even known what she was doing, she was knocking on her friend's door, how she wound up there she didn't know.

"JJ, what's wrong?" Emily asked her voice concerned as she opened the door and glanced at her disheveled friend.

"I did it. I left him. I walked out on Spencer." Jennifer managed before a strangled sob broke free from her throat.

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