A/N: You know guys, I am so sorry about falling off the face of the earth in October. I climbed back on after many adventures in space and I am back with new ideas and fresh inspiration.
Ok obviously I didn't have amazing space adventures. What I did have was a crazy couple of months and a mind so consumed with writing for my two fics that sadly cannot be uploaded as they are about real people, that I just forgot about the world of CM. But then CM started up again and I got back into the JJ mindset and here I am.
200 is kinda on my mind, so I'm gonna get that out of my system first before returning to my old fics. I PROMISE I am going to update very soon. I have another month before uni starts so if I can back into the right mindset, watch out, updates galore.
Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of it's characters and affiliations. I am simply giving the characters some hell before returning them to their rightful owners.
~Say something, I'm giving up on you~
~I'll be the one if you want me to~
He had seen post traumatic stress disorder in the flesh after Hurricane Katrina. But he had never been presented with a case quite as awful as the one he currently had on his hands.
After Katrina, he had known it would be hard. Difficult. Challenging. Not only managing his own PTSD but seemingly the entire city of New Orleans as well.
What no-one had ever told him was that handling someone who suffered from severe post traumatic stress disorder was damn near impossible.
William LaMontagne Jr. was at his wits end, but he knew he had to keep it together if only to preserve what was left of his wife's sanity. What made that so much harder was he had no idea how much longer he could keep it up for.
Because while Jennifer Jareau was one tough nut to crack, she was even more impossible to piece back together once she'd been broken.
~Anywhere, I would've followed you~
~Say something, I'm giving up on you~