Title: The Mother
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters/Pairing: JJ, Henry, Will
Genre: Drama
Rating: T
Summary: JJ reached her goals one for one, and now this bastard was ruining everything. There was really only one thing she could do.
Author's Note: This is going to be a very dark line of oneshots. This is what happens when Kitty starts wondering what would make our beloved profilers crack and turn to the other side. The Dark Side (and no, I'm not thinking about candy).
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, but I thoroiughly enjoy the show and look very much forward to the new season! Kitty out.

Jennifer hadn't been the open and lighthearted teenager. Growing up in a small town her only wish had been to move out and get away. She had wanted to get a life. She had hated the way that everybody she met was somehow related to her, that everybody knew her parents and the fact she was captain on the soccer team. She had hated that she couldn't do anything stupid without people knowing and whispering about it for weeks.

So she had gotten out.

A scholarship, her degree in communication and suddenly she was a successful media liaison for one of the most prestigious teams in the FBI.

Now, she had thought to herself a night when she was sitting home going through requests to the team, all I need is a family.

So when the opportunity came along she grasped it and held on to it. Willian LaMontagne wasn't exactly what she had imagined The One to be like, with his silly accent, soft sensitiveness and submissive behavior. She had even considered ending their relationship when It happened.

She got pregnant.

She'd be damned if that was what she had planned but when she got that letter from the doctor she knew. The last thing she needed to complete her mission of getting a life was to get a reason to live for. It was selfish as hell, but she didn't care. This thing slowly growing in her womb was the reason she herself had been born. She told Will who proposed and then Henry was born and she got transferred to Pentagon which had more reasonable working hours and everything was perfect.

She was finally honest to God happy.

But then Will started to act differently around her. It must have started some time after Henry's birth. All her attention was directed towards the tiny perfect creature she had made and Will didn't seem all that happy about that. He started to work longer hours his push-over-ness disappeared and he started to act like the man she had wished he was from the start. Then he started to shower her with flowers and gifts and Jennifer started to get a bit suspicious. Will's hours grew even longer and he started to have sudden outburst of anger followed closely by weeping remorse and even more gifts and flowers.

So it wasn't that much of a surprise that night, when Jennifer called Will's work number and was told he wasn't there. It really wasn't that much of a surprise when she found out that he didn't go bowling with his friends Thursday night. It hadn't been a surprise when she finally summoned the courage to follow him all the way to his mistress' house. She followed him again the next night and watched in horror and disbelief as he visited another woman and another the night after and the night after and the night after. She had been surprised when she found out that Will had 6 different mistresses; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday. Saturday was Jennifer and Henry's night and Will would be there and act as the good husband and father.

Jennifer wasn't an open and lighthearted woman. She hadn't magically grown those traits as she matured and slowly got what she wanted from life.

She was a woman scorned and hell had no fury as a such.

So when she watched her son slowly drift off to sleep one slow Tuesday adoringly she realized why she hadn't been brokenhearted when she found out that her husband was deceiving her.

She wasn't meek and kind. She wasn't soft and easily hurt. She was a mother and there was no way that her son should share his father with some strange unknown women. With a loving look at her son she had gotten to her feet and in silence plotted as to how she would assure her only son the happiness and the doting father he deserved.

So now she was standing in front of Friday's door on a Saturday night. She had lied to Will and told that an emergency had occurred at work. With three soft knocks on the front door she patiently waited for the last mistress to open her door.

A tall woman opened the door. Her curly dark brown hair cascaded down her left shoulder and Jennifer understood and acknowledged her husband's last choice of woman.

"Can I help you," Friday asked with a cocked brow and she tucked the robe closer around her body to shelter it from the chilly wind.

"In fact you can," Jennifer smiled. "My name is Jennifer LaMontagne and I believe you've been screwing my husband. I would very much appreciate it if you would stop it immediately."

Jennifer was not surprised by the way the woman in front of her smiled and started laughing.

"You're asking me to leave Will alone?" She asked tauntingly, too amused by the request to notice the way the meek-looking blonde slid her hand to the back of her jeans. "I would leave him alone if it wasn't for that fact that he's the one who comes running to me. Every. Single. Time."

"Is there really nothing I can do to change your mind?"

Again Friday gave that mocking laugh and she flicked her hair behind her shoulder. "Absolutely nothing."

"You really don't give me any choice then." Swiftly Jennifer withdrew the gun she had tucked down her jeans and fired five bullets into Friday's chest and one into her face.

She walked briskly back to her car and drove home to her waiting piece of shit-husband and dearly beloved son. She put her son to bed and joined Will in their bed for their weekly intercourse. In the morning she got up and packed Henry's bag so he was ready to go to Penny's. Then she found her gun in her purse, went to their bedroom and shot Will six times in the chest.

She waited for the police in Henry's room as she carefully memorized his face.

She wasn't afraid to do what had to be done. Even if it broke her heart.