AN: This is my first attempt at Fanfiction. I want to thank Whatif-ifonly for all of her guidance and kind words. I do not own Criminal Minds.

Morgan: 4 pairs of shoes.

Walking out of the victims closet, Morgan looks around her bedroom. He had never known any woman to have such a bare closet.

Reid: Why exactly is that relevant?

Morgan: Come on Reid, how many women do you know only have 4 pairs of shoes in their closets?

Morgan sighs. He knows the kid has game, hell he made out with a television star, if only he'd break

out of his comfort zone a bit more.

Reid: My experience in and around women's closets isn't exactly extensive enough to formulate an opinion.

Morgan: The answer is none you can take my word for it.

The older agent makes a mental note to teach take the young genius out more.

Women's shoes, women's shoes. Not even an IQ of 187 could help with this one. Take me for instance, I have my go to converse sneakers, brown leather loafers, black dress shoes, and a pair of slippers. Why would anyone even need more than that?

Reid: How about 10 pairs of shoes, 10. That has to be enough doesn't it?

JJ: Ughh, Spence it's different with the ladies, we need them to match our belts, handbags, and skirts. And fashion changes with the seasons…

Now I was even more confused than ever. As I was walking towards the metro JJ stopped me and asked if my engineering skills could help fix something at her house. Will had moved out. It had been awhile in the making. Luckily for Henry, he had two parents who loved him to death and were able to remain close even though their relationship didn't last. It was another failed relationship in the history of the BAU.

"Sure", I said, I could never tell JJ no. Except that once… I have to admit, I was so happy that we were in a good place again, I don't know if I will evertruly forgive myself for making JJ cry…my JJ. In reflection, I think I was so hurt by JJ's deception because I can only be that vulnerable around her. Mom is a 2,443.9 miles away. The truth is JJ and Henry are all I have. I love the team, but I love them more. When we arrived at JJ's house, Henry was at Will's. Whenever we had a case my Godson stayed with his dad. Even my social cues could pick up on how hard the transition was for JJ. It's why I made it my mission to be there for her, in any capacity. No one understood loneliness and isolation more than me.

"Hey Spence" JJ called from down the hall.

I walked slowly towards her bedroom. Pictures of Henry, her family, and the team graced the hallways. Truthfully I had only been to her room when I was babysitting Henry and the little boy would play hide and seek. "JJ?" I said curiously. There were clothes thrown everywhere, handbags, travel bags, scarves, and shoes, lots of shoes.

She smiled, "I thought you could help me add shelves to my closet, and get hands on experience dealing with 150 pairs of women's shoes. Now that Will's gone, I have the closet to myself. And I saw this beautifully organized closet in my Real Simple Magazine that I tried to do it myself. As you can see, I kind of failed. I can profile with the best of them, but when it comes to home organization, I am hopeless."

I blushed as I saw a pair of JJ's sparkly, platform heels that looked like only Will had seen them on. She must have seen my cheeks turn crimson as she walked over and touched my arm. She slipped off her work shoes and put on the heels, never removing her hand from my arm.

"Spence" she breathed. "I, I want to try if you do. I taught you about football, chopsticks, and babies. Please let me give you experience in and around women's closets. My closet."

Before I realized what I was doing, I cupped JJ's face and kissed her.

"Yes" I said. Now I know why women have more than 4 pairs of shoes. And it's not always to match their belts, handbags, or skirts…