AN: Hey guys, this one was a request from brendafay. Request: JJ and Spencer are together. Henry and Michael are Reid's sons, not Will's. This one will probably be multi chaptered, so stay tuned. Hope you like it brendafay! AU obviously. Will lovers be warned, this one is not Will friendly. I don't mind him though.
JJ had just returned from a case. She entered into the foyer of her large house with her hand wrapped in gauze. She placed her keys and go bag on the table by the door and froze as she heard horrific coughs coming from Michael's nursery. She raced in to the room without a second thought and started to panic when her son wasn't in his crib. Once her heart stopped pounding in her ears for a second and it was quiet, that's when she registered the sound of the shower in the en-suite. Curious, she walked in, seeing Will holding her naked son in the shower while he was fully clothed.
"Will? What is going on?" She demanded, scared and angry. Something was obviously wrong with her son and she had no idea.
"He's got croup." Will whispered as he laid him down and crept out of the bedroom softly. JJ followed quietly, being mindful of her son, despite the fact that she was furious at her husband.
"What do you mean he has croup?" She whispered furiously. "What about Henry?" She questioned the southern man. Will sighed.
"Henry's at your mama's. I wasn't going to let him catch this." JJ's brow furrowed, still angry.
"How did Michael even get it?!" She yelled a little too loud and she heard her son stir. Will got up silently to get him, not answering her. She followed, grabbed his arm and spoke firmly.
"Don't." She scooped her son up with ease and cuddled him close, waiting for Will's answer.
"Well?" She prodded him. Will sighed again.
"Preschool. Damn cess pool." He whispered, frustrated. When JJ noticed that Michael had fallen asleep on her shoulder she lightly placed him back in his crib before storming out of the nursery again. She furiously started packing her son's things, clothing, diapers and even his playpen. Will stopped, staring at her.
"What are you doing Cher?" Will questioned his wife. He felt JJ's glare on his skin like sunlight burning him.
"MY son got sick, deathly sick and you didn't tell me!" She yelled at him. Will stared at the floor, his own blood boiling.
"If you didn't care more about your job then your family you would've known!" Will bellowed. "He's my son too! I think I can decide what's in his best interest!" Will continued. JJ scoffed.
"Actually Will, he's not. We're leaving." JJ said forcefully as she carried her son and their belongings to the front door. Will froze.
"What do you mean he's not?!" Will shrieked and stared at the pair of them. "Where are you taking him?" Will asked, quieter this time, remembering the blond youngster in his foyer.
JJ didn't answer him, she was too angry. She just glared at this man she thought she loved. That's when Will understood.
"Spencer." He said the name like it tasted bad to him. JJ didn't answer and left the house quickly, poking her head back in to utter,
"I want a divorce," before leaving again. After buckling her son in his car seat and wrapping a blanket around the sick boy, she drove carefully to Spencer's apartment. When the duo arrived, JJ threw their belongings over her shoulders before scooping her sick son and his blanket into her arms. She covered the young boy's head as she went inside and climbed the stairs. Thank God for her workouts with Morgan. When she reached the top, JJ walked over to his door and knocked. She waited until the door was pulled open before asking softly.
"Can we stay here for a while?" Spencer didn't say a word, but pulled the blond inside by her elbow, closing the door behind them.
"JJ, what happened?" Spencer asked incredulously.