"Will? We... we have to talk." The couple had just returned from the bar they had met the team in. Will nodded in agreement. JJ had been somehow different all night. They had not talked about the previous events of JJ's abduction yet, but Will knew that it about time, so he carefully guided his wife towards the couch.

After the two had sat down, he looked at her full of expectation. "I just... don't know how to..." JJ took a deep breath and looked up to her husband. "Actually it's two things..." Will nodded again, this time signaling JJ to take her time. She opened her mouth to say something a few times, but she never did. "It's about what happened in... that basement, isn't it?" Will offered after a while. JJ nodded, then covered her face with her hands, trying to hide the tears streaming down her face.

"Shush, it's okay, honey. Talk to me."

"I didn't want it. I swear I didn't want it!" JJ started sobbing uncontrollably, and seeing his wife fall apart broke something inside of Will. "Breathe, Jayje, breathe!" He soothed, moving over to her, pulling her into a close hug. "I'm here. Just breathe!"

They remained in this position until JJ's breathing had normalized. When Will figured she was ready for the question, he asked what had happened, although he feared he didn't want to hear the answer.

"Hastings. He... he trie...he tried to rape me, Will." JJ whispered. Point proven.
"What?" It hurt how she was unable to look at him.
"Matt stopped him, but he..." JJ gulped, trying to control the shakiness in her voice. "...he touched me. Everywhere!"

Will didn't react. He was in shock. How did anyone dare to hurt her like that?
Misinterpreting her husband's silence, JJ panicked. "I'm sorry, Will. I... really didn't want it! He just..." "JJ!" Will interrupted. "You don't have to apologize! None of this is your fault!"

She whimpered quietly and flinched when she felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. Will pulled his hand back, hurt. Was she scared of him?

Back in the bar, Emily had pulled him aside when JJ had been to the bathroom. She hadn't said much, hadn't told him anything about the state JJ had been in when she had found her. Emily had just looked him in the eye and - almost conspiratorially - whispered "Be there for her, Will! She needs you." before she had gone back to the team. Now, several hours later, Will finally realized the severity of her statement. He hadn't been surprised that Emily obviously knew more than he did. Before they had entered, JJ had told him she needed to have a word with Emily outside first. When she had finally reappeared a good twenty minutes later, JJ's eyes had been puffy - not obviously puffy, but yet puffy enough for him to realize she had been crying.

He hadn't confronted her with that, though, knowing that she would tell him when she felt ready to.

The way she had kissed him in that bar had made him think she was doing fine, but in retrospect, Will realized that she had just felt guilty, guilty for having been touched by another man. That was why she had clung to him so much this night - she had been trying to make up for what Hastings had done. Will sighed, trying to look her in the eyes, but JJ shrank from his look.

"I feel so disgusting!" She confessed, and the sadness in her voice made Will shudder.

"You're not disgusting, JJ. Not at all."

She sniffed, still unable to look at her husband. Will sighed. "Please - will you look at me?"

JJ hesitated for a moment, until she finally obeyed. When their eyes finally met, Will started:

"I love you ... no matter what happened in that basement. You are my life, Jennifer - you and Henry." He paused for a second. "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you from what Hastings did!" The pain in his voice was evident.

"So you're not mad at me?" JJ sounded like a little, terrified girl when she asked this question. Will sighed. "Of course not!" He could tell from her reaction - the tears, the shifty eyes - that she didn't believe him." Will sighed.

"May I ask you something?"

She nodded.

"Are you scared of me?"

"What? NO! Why would I-"

"You flinched. Earlier, when I touched your shoulder - you flinched."

"I'm sorry."

"So you're not scared?" He double-checked.

"Not of you." She answered. "Never of you!"

Will sighed in relief. "May I hold you then?"

JJ nodded, tears sparkling in her eyes. "Please."

A/N: Too cheesy? Too un-Will-y? Unfortunately I have never been to the US, let alone Luisiana, so I have no idea how Will's accent sounds and how I'm supposed to "transcribe" it...This is my first JJ/Will fic, so please be gentle :)

Well, what else? There will be a sequel where JJ tells him "the second thing". The ones who have already watched "200" probably already know what it it, but... if you're interested in a second chapter, just let me know :)

xoxo