Four months to live.

Words that had haunted her beautiful blond friend now ringing in her ears along with her heels smashing into the wooden floorboards as she walked. She shook her head, dark hair flying as she practically ran from the room. The doctor had to be wrong.

Doctors were wrong all the time. Tests got contaminated, or miracles happened. They happened all the time!

Emily gulped, halting just as she slammed the front door behind her.

Her friend was dying.

Her hand came up to cover her quivering lips, a cry escaping into her cupped hand as her tears started to stream.

Stage four breast cancer was quickly deteriorating Jennifer Jareau's body; mother of one and wife to a now decorated officer.

Sucking in what was supposed to be a calming breath, Emily glanced up to the ceiling. She did her best to force her tears back, hating what she had just done to the poor, defenseless woman.

"Come on," the brunette woman probed lightly, holding her purse in her lap so she knew her gun was safe with her. "What did you want to tell me?"

JJ, knowing that her son was being put to sleep upstairs by her loving husband, kept herself as quiet as she possibly could as she scooted closer to the older agent. "I wanted to let you know what's been happening with me," she whispered calmly, smiling to her best friend of six years. "I know that I've been a bit touchy lately with certain things, but I didn't want you to go on thinking that I was mad at you. You didn't do anything."

Emily slowly nodded her head. "Alright."

The blond reached for her friend and took her hand in hers, her head tilting as a somewhat calm feeling ran through her. "I have cancer."

She couldn't do anything but pause, the older agent's eyes widening at the news. "You what?" Her breath was gone, her blood running cold as the mother's hand tightened around hers. "Cancer?"

"Breast cancer," she nodded.

Emily felt her jaw drop. "That's not possible," she quickly denied, shaking her head as her eyes connected with the younger woman's. "You're lying."

"I wouldn't lie about something like that, Em." JJ took a breath. "I have about four months, I'm already in stage four."

The doe eyed woman, who had come over excited to finally tell her best friend the news of her pregnancy, grit he teeth. "Stop lying."

"I'm not lying," she insisted.

Emily quickly stood from her spot on the family's couch and shouldered her purse. "I have to go." She felt her breathing pick up at the confession of her friend, and if she wanted to keep her tears hidden from the younger woman then she needed to leave.

JJ held tighter onto the older woman's hand. "Emily wait," the mother spoke, her voice wavering as if she were about to cry. "Please don't leave me."

She retched her hand from the grabby ones of the younger agent, forgetting how to breathe as she ran from the room.

Emily cried freely at the feeling she had growing in the pit of her stomach. Guilt.

Spinning slowly on her heel, time slowing when her eyes hit the painted door popping up in front of her, Emily tried to control her breathing. She lifted her hand and twisted the knob, peeking her head inside the home before walking back inside.