A/N: Henry doesn't exist.

JJ squealed as Will reached down to tickle her side. She gasped for air, trying to push his hands away, laughing at the same time.

"Will…please…stop…"

He laughed, taking his hands away and resting them back on top of her knees, which she had decided to lay across his lap. They had been sitting- well, half-lying on top of someone who was sitting, in JJ's case – for nearly an hour, trying to decide what to watch on the TV.

"JJ, if you try an' put one of those girly films on again, I'll do somethin' I'll regret," Will mock-threatened, raising an eyebrow in his girlfriend's direction. She grinned at him, running her thumb over the buttons on the remote control, flicking back-and-forth through channels.

"Don't do it…," he warned, moving one of his hands up into position to tickle her again. JJ bit her bottom lip, staring at him. Quickly, she pressed the button to go up a channel, which happened to be showing the exact type of film that Will had warned her not to put on.

She dissolved in laughter again as both of his hands tickled her sides, no matter how hard she tried to push him off, he was stronger than she was. He stood up suddenly, scooping her up over his shoulder. She laughed so hard, she could feel her throat burning. Softly, she hit his back, demanding that she be put down.

"What's that, cher? Can't hear you unless you're speakin' clearly…," he exclaimed, laughing as she struggled in his grasp.

JJ's cell ringing cut into the moment, the shrill noise bringing them both back to reality. Will turned his head to look at the screen, reading the caller's name before placing JJ back down on to the couch.

"She ringin' again?," he asked, sitting down beside JJ as she quickly swiped her finger over the screen of her cell, ending the call.

"Yeah..," she sighed, throwing her phone on to the cushion beside her, "That Shannon from the gym, you'd swear she was my best friend the amount of times she calls…," she rubbed her forehead, "And I don't want to be rude, you know? I don't want to tell her to stop calling, and upset her…"

Will nodded, rubbing circles on her back slowly.

"You want me to speak to her?," he offered, giving JJ a half-smile when she shook her head.

"No, babe..," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I'll tell her tomorrow that she's got to ease off on the calls…", she moved her face closer to his, rubbing her nose against his, "I don't think she has many friends…," she finished as their lips met, her tongue sneaking into his mouth first, as one of his hands grazed her hip, pulling her shirt up slightly.

She moaned at the contact of his hand, and arched into his touch, urging him to deepen the kiss, when the familiar ringing sound filled the room.

The couple broke apart, both mentally cursing the caller. JJ reached back and picked up her phone, rolling her eyes as she checked the ID.

"I'll be right back…," she murmured, showing him that it was the same caller as before. He nodded and moved back, allowing her to get up and walk to the bedroom.

He heard a false exclamation of an excited "Hi Shannon, how are you?!", before the door closed and all he could hear was the muffled sounds of JJ's voice. He shook his head, and reached down to pick up the television remote that had fallen to the carpet. Quickly he changed to another film that was on that he liked, he settled, leaning back, waiting for JJ to come back so that they could carry on from where they left off.

JJ made sure that the bedroom door was fully closed before she answered the call. She held her phone up to her ear, her other arm crossed underneath her elbow as she paced across the room.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me when you know I'm here?!," she hissed, without uttering any greeting to the caller. She stopped her pacing her a moment, pausing to screw up her face and shake her head, as if mentally dismissing whatever the person on the other end was saying.

"I am calm," she reassured the caller, "But you know how many times I've said-….okay…yes…," she exhaled, and stopped the pacing to sit down on the bed, trying to stop the dizziness that had formed in her head from all the moving.

"Well what time is it now?," she asked, straining her head to look at the time on her watch, "…Okay…give me, oh, let's see," she pursed her lips, calculating in her head, "twenty minutes? Alright…Bye…"

JJ ended the call abruptly, sighing to herself. She threw herself back on to the bed, and lay looking at the ceiling. Mentally, she reminded herself to get Will to re-paint; she could see some of the paint coming away in the corners.

She stretched her arms above her head, tilting her neck, loosening the muscles.

She sat back up, grabbing her phone as she left the room, casting a backwards look at the room that she and Will shared.

JJ made her way to the coat rack at the front door, pulling her black trench coat off the hook and slipping her arms in. She grabbed an umbrella that stood, propped up against the wall.

"Hey hon?," she called, walking into the sitting room, where Will was still sitting. He looked up at her, expectantly at first, and then she saw his eyebrows furrow as he took in her attire.

"You goin' somewhere?," he asked, and JJ could nearly feel a small crack form in her heart at the sadness in his voice.

She offered him a small smile, leaning down to kiss him forcefully. As she pulled back, she gestured at the cell that was still in her hand,

"Emily rang after my call from Shannon, boy trouble…," she smirked, stroking the side of his face.

He nodded and raised both of his hands, as if to show he wouldn't ask anymore.

"Drive safe, won't you?," he asked, casting a glance towards the window, "Rain is getting' pretty heavy.."

JJ nodded and laughed, leaning down to kiss him one more time, before turning away.

"I won't be long," she called as she opened the front door, "I love you!"

Smiling, hearing his confirmation of love back, she shut the door behind her and made her way to her car.

JJ sat in her car for a few minutes after she arrived at the tall, grey apartment block. Listening to the rain pelt down at the windows and roof her car calmed her, and she took in a few shaky breaths before she let go of the steering wheel and leaned back in her seat.

She closed her eyes, wondering what Will was doing, wondering how long this was going to go on for. She hadn't even meant for it to happen…

She had met him at her high school reunion last October, well, re-met him. Andrew Carmichael, his name-tag had said, but she had seen him the second she'd stepped into the room. She had gone alone, Will had been on-call that weekend, and so there was no way he could have left the state to go to Pennsylvania with her.

JJ leaned back and hit the back of her head against her head rest as she remembered.

He had turned to look at her the second she had started to walk towards him. She remembered the way that his face had lit up, and how he had so quickly dispelled the group of women that was already surrounding him.

"Andrew," she had said, smiling amusedly, holding her glass of water tight. His eyes had looked right into hers at that moment, and all of a sudden, she was that seventeen year old again, saying goodbye to him as she left for college. Leaving their small town, leaving him.

"Jenny…," he said, leaning forward to kiss her cheek, "You haven't changed a bit…"

JJ opened her eyes, feeling tears prick at them. God, she thought, what was wrong with her today. She shook her hair out of her eyes, checking the time on her phone for the sixth time. It's alright, she told him twenty minutes, and she had a good eight minutes left.

She didn't know how it happened. How that night, that had started with them talking and reminiscing about their teenage years, had led to glasses of wine, which had led to more glasses of wine, which had led to him staying the night in her hotel room, and now, a year later, had her sitting outside his apartment, for what could easily have been the five hundredth time.

JJ didn't even know what it was, that kept her coming back to him, that had her lying to Will about where she went.

She was just glad that she had changed his name in her cell to a woman's name, and made up some bullshit story about some woman at the gym harassing her, wanting to be friends.

JJ rolled her eyes, if only that was all.

She needed to break it off, she thought as she climbed the stairs to Andrew's apartment. All she had to do, when he opened the door, was to sit him down and tell him that it's over, that she loved Will and wanted to be with him.

Although, she had never lied about that. She had told Andrew that she would never leave Will for him, that she loved Will. She didn't love Andrew, she knew that. She didn't even like him very much, but it's just she was stuck in a routine, and every time she tried to break out of it, he'd pull her back.

She'd break it off with him, she decided as she knocked on the door.

As soon as he opened it, a smile on his face, JJ knew that there would be no breaking off of anything that night.

The door had barely closed behind them when her coat hit the floor, followed by her purse. The jangle of her car keys inside, made a loud sound in the quiet apartment, but neither party seemed to recognise any sound whatsoever.

JJ moaned as his hands gripped either side of her waist, his lips assaulting her neck.

"This has to stop," she whispered, running her hands up his back.

Whether he heard or not, he didn't respond. JJ wasn't waiting for an answer as he pulled her towards his bedroom.

It wasn't until she was driving home, that she realised that she had never actually spoken those words out loud.

"The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones. They erode our strength, our self-esteem, our very foundation."
―Cheryl Hughes

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