A/N: Okay, so this is my 25th fic and I really wanted to do something big with it. The fic is essentially centered around organ donations, which is something my family and I went through back in 2005, when my sister died from injuries sustained in a car crash. This fic is close to my heart, so even if you don't like it, try not to be too cruel with your reviews, please. Also, I'm not a doctor, so please forgive me if I have any information wrong in this fic. I did the best that I could to research for it. Also, I guess you could consider this an AU fic because Emily Prentiss and Alex Blake are still with the team, Ashley Seaver, Kate Callahan and Tara Lewis never existed (I don't have anything against the three of them. I just have nothing for them in this fic.), And Aaron Hotchner and Beth Clemmons are still a couple (Sorry to anyone who has a problem with that). Anyway, without further ado, here is chapter one…

Disclaimer: I only own JJ LaMontagne in this chapter. (And no, I'm not talking about Jennifer Jareau LaMontagne. The 'JJ LaMontagne' I'm referring to is the grandson of Will and Jennifer Jareau LaMontagne. He just so happens to have the same initials as his grandmother. You'll find out later in the story just exactly what his initials stand for.)


"A true friend is forever a friend." ~George MacDonald


Every year for the past twenty five years on October 7th and November 30th, Henry LaMontagne would go to the cemetery to visit the grave of a very dear friend of his. He never went without a bouquet of yellow and white roses and a card. Sometimes he'd go with family and friends, but usually he'd just go alone. But today for the first time, he brought along his seven year old son, JJ.

The grave surrounding the large marbled tombstone was beautifully decorated with flowers, toys and small statues. When Henry was in high school, he had carved a small wooden box for cards or letters to go into so they wouldn't get ruined whenever it rained or snowed. The box sat at the front of the tombstone. He made sure to make a lock for it, so no prying eyes or hands could get into it. And only those who were close to this friend of Henry's, were given a spare key for it.

There was a cement bench across from the grave and JJ climbed up onto it. Henry and his parents had paid to have this bench put there, just a few months after his friend had died. There was an inscription on it that read, "It's never easy when you lose someone you love, but take comfort in knowing that someday you'll see each other again. For death is not the end. It is merely just the next chapter in life."

"Daddy, why did you bring me here?" JJ asked.

JJ LaMontagne was the spitting image of his father. Fair skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. His looks may have came from his father, but his personality was equally shared by both his parents. He was kind, outgoing, intelligent, and adventurous. But he could sometimes also be timid, a trait that was mostly shared by Henry.

With the roses and card still in his hand, Henry sat down on the bench. "JJ. Do you remember what this place is?" He asked.

"Yeah. It's a cemetery. The place where all the people who died are resting," JJ said as he climbed up next to his father. This was actually the first time JJ had ever been to a cemetery. He'd seen it, whenever his parents would drive by it on the way to the grocery store or wherever they were going. And one day when he was three years old, he asked his parents what it was and they answered with "A cemetery, the place where all the people who died are resting." And he was taught to be very respectful of it. But he had never stepped foot into it, until now. "But why did you bring me here?" He asked again.

Henry pointed at the tombstone. "The boy who is resting here, saved my life when I was your age. He was my best friend."

JJ hopped down from the bench and walked up to the tombstone, gingerly touching it with his fingertips. "He has the same first name as me," He said. "Am I named after him?" He turned to look at his father.

"Yes you are," Henry proudly said.

"Did he die because he saved your life?"

Henry's eyes were beginning to fill with tears. Before his son could notice, he quickly wiped them away. He wasn't one to allow others to see him cry. "Yes he did."

"Why did he have to die when he saved your life?"

"Because sometimes in order to survive, someone has to die for you. It isn't fair, but it's just the way it is."

"Do you miss him?"

"All the time. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him."

JJ was now sitting next to his father on the bench. "Tell me about how he saved your life, please."

"You sure you wanna hear about that," Henry asked. "It's kind of a long story."

"That's okay," JJ said. "I like long stories."

It was true. JJ loved stories, whether they were real or not. He would sit for hours on end, just listening to stories. And sometimes he'd come up with stories of his own to tell. Some might say that he'd be a writer when he grew up.

Henry smiled at his son. "Okay buddy. I'll tell you."


End of chapter one. Any guesses on who it is in the grave? What did you all think about this first chapter? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Were you neutral about it? Please let me know with some reviews, but just don't be too cruel if you hated it. Thank you for reading this first chapter. I hope you'll stay for the next chapter. I'll try to have it posted as soon as possible.