Chapter 1

Jennifer Jareau (JJ) stood in the cemetry, staring down at her aunt's grave. It had been two days since they had buried her, a week since her body had been discovered in the ravines of the mountain where she had gone to hike the mountain. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and stared up at the sky.

The weather was clear. Glancing at the time, she noticed that it had half an hour before she was due for her check-in at the airport. Giving the grave a last glance, she walked away. The last leaving member of her family was gone. Now there was no one left. She took a deep breath and decided it was not a good idea to think about everything that was going on with her life.

She had lost every possible person she loved in her life. Not all of them were dead but they all were so far away from her that she couldn't even ask for their help when she needed it. And what was worst was that they did not care about her.

For the past month, things had been hectic at BAU. It was all her fault and she knew it. They all blamed her. She had been responsible for the team. She had to ensure that she kept the team's back while they went into the unsub's house to bring him out. But what they had not anticipated was another unsub. He had entered the house while she had been staring at the monitor screen. She hadn't seen him enter and it was because of her he had shot and killed a police officer and then shot Morgan.

Hotch had a talk with her but his attitude had given her a clear idea that he, too, like the others blamed her for what had happened. The rest of the team was giving her the cold shouders. None of them talked to her until they absolutely had to and that was only about the cases.

Two weeks after the incident, she had lost Henry. Her baby boy had been suffering from an incurable cancer of the blood and she and Will had failed to notice it. The cancer had grown rapidly and had killed him. They had buried him in New Orleans, where Will's own father had been buried. Soon after his funeral, Will had told her that he couldn't go on living with her and he wanted to be close to his father and his son. She had returned to the house, all alone, no one there to hold her or comfort her.

She had nothing left but the job. Every day she went to work with the cool, confident manner that characterized her but never did she allow anyone to see her struggling. It was easy to avoid the team because they were too busy to notice she was around.