A noise wakes her up—it sounds like a combination of a cry and a whimper—and she rolls over and gets out of bed. He gets up as well. "No, no, I'll get him."

"You've got work tomorrow. Well," he looks at the clock, "today, actually."

"Funny. So do you."

"Yeah, but you just got back from Dallas." He does have a point.

"Mmm. Okay."

She gets back in bed and picks up the baby monitor so that she can listen to him talking to Henry. She likes that he doesn't use baby talk. He talks to their son as if he can actually understand.

"Hey, Henry. Can't sleep?"

Henry whimpers in reply.

"Yeah, me neither, buddy. Did you have a nightmare?"

Silence. She pictures Will walking around the room holding Henry against his chest, gently rubbing his back, his hair.

"Oh, you did? What was it about?"

Silence.

"Did something happen to Mommy?"

Henry whimpers again. She presses a hand to her mouth.

"Huh. I—I had one like that too. She didn't—she didn't come back in mine, but I—I bet she came back in yours." He sniffs and continues talking. "You don't—you don't know yet that she—she might not come back one day, that every time she goes somewhere, there's a—a chance that she might not come back."

It's a strange role reversal; the parents are crying and the baby is talking. He's speaking his unique Henry-Baby gibberish, but she still thinks of it as talking.

"You're right, I—I'm being stupid. The nightmares, they—they don't mean anything. I just—I just need to remember that she loves us, and that she'll always do whatever it takes to come back to us."

Henry sighs softly.

"Hey, look at that, you're asleep. And it only took, what, about fifteen minutes? I think that's a

new record."

He takes a deep breath.

"Try and stay asleep for the rest of the night, okay buddy? Not that we don't love to get up every couple hours, but I need my sleep so I can have fun with you and Mommy needs her sleep so she can catch bad guys."

She smothers a giggle.

"Goodnight, Henry. I love you."

He gets back into bed. She turns to face him.

"Will?"

"JJ?"

She runs a hand over his chest as she tries to figure out what she should say.

"You know I'll always come back, right?" That didn't make any sense. She's having trouble finding the right words.

"What do you mean?"

"My job—it requires me to go to a lot of different places and deal with some pretty dangerous people. But I," she swallows, "I promise that I will always come back to you and to Henry."

He doesn't say anything for a minute. "You were listening to me when I was talking to him."

Oh well. He was bound to discover it eventually.

"Yeah. Yeah, I was."

He shrugs. "I've known for a while."

"You didn't tell me you had nightmares."

"Well, you already worry so much about me, and Henry, and your team, and I didn't want for you to have one more thing to worry about."

She takes a deep breath. "Will, I worry when you feel like you can't tell me things. I am always going to worry about you, because I love you, but you need to tell me about things like this so that I can help you."

He doesn't say anything for a little bit, he just looks at her.

"JJ, you're amazing you know that?"

She smiles at him. "I know that. Are you going to be able to sleep now?"

"As long as Henry doesn't wake up again."

He falls asleep holding on to her hand.