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He left me alone
She sat in her apartment. She felt cold and alone, shattered and broken. How could he expect her to leave the BAU, her other family. Her son lay sound asleep in bed. The argument was done in whispered tones. He loved his son and her, but he missed his home. He had to go back, it was inevitable he would.
She had a feeling something was wrong when he had got drunk and stayed out all night. He came home a different person. A month went by with hardly any words or intimacy. Then came tonight, the silent argument, the silent agreement that it was over. She was going to be a single parent. He wanted to be involved in his son's life, she would never stop him, but the distance would be hard on there son. Going back and forth all the time, having different lives here and there, different friends. She thought as she would in her job, what if he split his personality? Couldn't cope with his parents being apart. It scared her the idea of him growing up in a broken home. Why had he done this to his family? Why was he leaving? Hell why had he left?
She thought he was the one. She thought he understood. But he didn't and he never really did, he just attempted too. Without avail.
Her cell phone rang out, interrupting her silent sobs. Hotch. She couldn't answer, she knew he would be able to tell there was something wrong. The phone stopped. Then in a few seconds her house phone rang out. She knew it was him. It must be important. But she couldn't face anyone just yet. She couldn't let them see how much of a failure she was, or she thought she was. The phone stopped. She knew he would panic, after the Foyet attack, that's just what he did, he became over protective, become engulfed in the BAU and the team. Since he had his son back he had let up a bit. But Foyet had escaped before, so he still panicked if you didn't answer him straight away. As if he wouldn't be the first to know if he had.
Her cell rang again. She just wanted it to shut up. To be left alone to cry herself to sleep. She switched it off, slammed it shut and threw in her bedside draw. She rolled over and sobbed into her pillow.
She was just starting to drift off when there was a knock on the door. She looked at the clock, it was nearly one. She knew it had to be Hotch. She knew he knew she was home. For one she had a young son, so she was bound to be at home, but two her car was out front and he would have noticed that straight away.
She opened the door slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice the tear stains down her face. But he did.
"Are you okay? What's happened? Is Henry okay? Will?" he badgered her with questions, panic written all over his face. His face was all tensed up. He was ready for a fight. She felt his stare and looked away.
"Will left me!" she burst into tears again leaving the door open and Hotch stood at it, he was shocked, he followed her in and sat next to her as she sat on the couch.
He wasn't sure what to do. She seemed so… not JJ. He watched her shed more tears, then finally grabbed her and held her tight. He wasn't sure what else to do. He figured words would be no good. So he just held her and she sobbed on to his shirt.
"Help me Aaron, I don't know what to do" she pleaded through the tears.
"I will, I'm here for you no matter what. Just let it go"
He held her till she feel asleep in his arms. Finally he drifted off too. He felt what she was going through. Hell he had been there himself. Separation wasn't pretty. So just before he drifted off he murmured in her ear
"I'll never let you go" and he meant it.