In this story, Hastings escaped and Askari died back in '200'. He escaped on his helicopter, but dropped his phone, not receiving the downloads. He's been in hiding since then, and this starts around 10x11 (The Forever People), with JJ beginning to have her PTSD. While it's set around that episode, it is not set in that episode.

/JJ\

The smell of food being cooked filled my nose and my eyes open unconsciously. I had a day off today, and that meant Will was cooking breakfast. I eagerly sat up and quickly rubbed under my eyes, eliminating the eye gunk that would collect around my eyes whenever I slept late. Late, for an FBI agent, being 8:30 in the morning. After getting out of the bed and throwing on a sweatshirt, I went down the stairs and into the kitchen, seeing Henry at the table and Will at the stove.

"Good morning, buddy!" I said to Henry who looked to me.

"Good morning, mommy," he replied and I kissed the top of his head, and I then looked to Will, who looked over to me.

"Mornin', sleeping beauty," he smiled and I laughed with a little blush in my cheeks.

"Good morning," I said back and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his lips. He pulled me back in with a hand on my lower back after the first kiss broke and we kissed again with more passion. The kiss broke again when Henry expressed his juvenile disgust.

"Yuck!" he exclaimed and Will and I laughed.

"Bud, you're gonna be kissin your wife like this one day," Will said and I nodded in agreement. I went to the island counter and got a plate to prepare for Henry. Will put part of the scrambled egg mixture on the plate, along with two pieces of bacon.

"Not true," he said, shaking his head. "Tyler at school says girls have cooties."

"So you think mommy has cooties?" Will chuckled as I raised an eyebrow at Henry while setting the plate of food in front of him. He tried to stifle a smile, but couldn't help it, and nodded at me. I faked a gasp.

"You think I have cooties?" I asked and rubbed his hair and pecked his cheek.

"Yes," he said in between a giggle. I handed him a fork and went back to the plates, picking up my own. I got my eggs and bacon, along with a mug of coffee, and sat next to Henry, and then Will sat next to me once he got his own food on his plate. "Daddy, do you have to work this weekend?"

"Nope," Will answered with some bacon in his mouth. He finished chewing and swallowed before talking again. "So I was thinking you and I, bud, could go out for a nice burger tomorrow night, huh?" Henry nodded excitedly and looked to me.

"Are you coming, mommy?" he asked and I shook my head after taking a sip of coffee.

"No, you and daddy haven't had a boy's night in a long time, so you two go out and do your own thing," I answered and Henry nodded. I know that both he and Will did enjoy their boy's nights. We sat in a bit of silence, eating our breakfast, before Will spoke up.

"By the way, Jayje, I called that therapist since that's what Dr. Mark recommended last week. She can start with you in two days, so on Monday, or-" he said and I looked at him, confused and a bit irked. I knew what this therapist was about.

"Why?" I scoffed with mild annoyance, interrupting him.

"It's gonna be a year, you know," he said and I looked to Henry, who had an empty plate.

"Buddy, would you mind letting mommy and daddy talk for a little bit?" I asked and he nodded, picking up his plate. "Put that in the sink, Henry. I'll take care of it. Go put on your shoes and get a jacket from your room. We'll play soccer once me and daddy are done, ok?"

"Ok!" he said, setting the plate in the sink and running upstairs. I waited until I heard his door close before talking again.

"Why do you think in front of him was a good time to talk about this?" I asked, my tone a little aggressive.

"He doesn't know, and I wanted to let you know before I forgot to mention it to you," he said, sounding a little defensive. "I don't know why it is such a big deal. I know you don't want to talk about what happened with me, so talking with a professional will help. That's what Dr. Mark suggested, remember? And you nodded, agreeing with the man."

"I don't need to talk about my feelings," I said in a tone that made it sound like that was obvious. Will looked down and then back at me.

"You've been a little distant lately, it seems. I'm just tryin' to help, Jayje," he said and sighed when I said nothing. "After the bank a few years ago, I went to a therapist and it helped. There's nothing wrong with talking about things."

"What's there to talk about, Will?" I asked harshly and stood up, picking my plate up as well. I went over to the sink and started to rinse it off. "I was abducted, Cruz was too, I got hurt, but the team got there and I'm fine now. What's there to talk about?"

"But you're not fine," Will said and set his plate on the counter. He set his hands around my waist from behind me and laid them on my pelvic area. "I get that you don't wanna talk with me or your team about it, but just please try one session with the therapist, ok? For me?"

I stifled an irritated sigh and realized he was stubborn too. Not as stubborn as myself, of course, but I nodded slowly and set the plates in the sink.

"Ok," I said quietly. "We'll see how the first session goes." I turned around, facing Will now. "But if I don't like it, then we're cancelling the rest, got it?"

"Yes, m'am," he smiled and leaned in to kiss me, but I flung my still-wet fingers from washing the plates at him and he shut his eyes as water got on him. I laughed as he wiped the water off his face and patted him on the shoulder.

"You can put the plates in the dishwasher. I got a boy that needs to be taught soccer moves," I said as I brushed past him. Will caught my hand and quickly pulled me back towards him and the sink and grabbed the nozzle and turned on the water, pointing it at me and squirting water back at me. I shut my own eyes and wiped the water away as Will laughed back at his successful payback. I grabbed the nozzle from him with speed and pointed it at him and he put his hands up in mock surrender.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said and nodded to the dishwasher with a smirk. "You're unloading that when it's done washing for spraying me."

"Or what?" he asked in a playful way, baiting me into spraying him. I put the nozzle back and looked down at his feet then back at his face.

"You're sleeping on the couch," I said and nudged him. His smile disappeared in a fake worry.

"I will unload that thing as soon as it's done," he said and I smiled back, then leaving to go put on my shoes.