JJ's Perspective.

(Super quick briefing for the story. Will and JJ were only dating a month or two, and JJ never had Henry.)

You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. -Sam Keen

I sit on my desk, looking through some papers blankly. "JJ?" I hear a soft voice call from downstairs. I stand up, and peek my head out of my office. "Reid, I'm in my office." I call out coldly, and go back to my desk to sit down. I hear him enter my office, and stare at me. "Morgan wanted to know if you were up for a night of poker with Garcia, Prentiss, and I?" He whispers at me. I sigh, "No, I don't think so. To many things on my mind right now to have fun I guess." I put the papers in a file, and set it on the floor, picking up another one from the pile across from me. "Are you sure? They said their going to play for drinks on Friday, whoever loses pays first round, and last round. Usually Morgan loses, so it's a pretty good bet that we could get a few free drinks to start the night off good." He laughs, and stands there. "I don't know, I'm really not feeling up to it." Reid doesn't budge. "Are you okay JJ?" I put my elbows on the table, and rest my head in my hands. "Spence, something's wrong with me. I feel like a relationship isn't in my mind set. Am I that hard to get along with? Or to love?" I whine into my palms. I feel him step closer, and place his hand on the back of my neck. "Nothing is wrong with you JJ, you are…perfect. Completely perfect." He tells me, and leans down to kiss the top of my head. I look up at him. "Spence, why are you so sweet? I don't get it, you could have any girl in the world." He coughs out a laugh, and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Do you want to get a drink just the two of us? Be wise to get you out of this office right?" He waits with his hand on my shoulder until I move. I sigh and start to put away my files.

He walks to the doorway again, waving the rest of them to go, and telling them we'll see them tomorrow. I smile when I hear Morgan laugh, and Garcia call goodbye. I stand up, and grab my purse. "Fine, but you're buying." I laugh, and walk out of the office. "Why are you wasting your Tuesday night with me though Spencer?" We walk up to the doors, he moves ahead of me, and holds the door open. I nod, and bite back a smile. "Because so many girls are lining up at my door right JJ?" He laughs, and presses the button for the elevator. He taps his foot, and looks at his watch. "Well, I know you've been down lately so I wanted to cheer you up." I look at him for a minute, and then at the elevator doors opening. "Sometimes, I really hate that were profilers. We can never sulk in our own lives, without someone catching onto it." I walk into the elevator.

As lean against the wall, he stands next to me resting the back of his hand on mine. I can feel him shaking, and his breath is heavy. "You okay?" I ask him, and pressing my hand onto his. "Oh…I'm fine. Just tired I guess, it was a long day." I smile. "We didn't even have a case today Spence." I laugh, and pat his arm. He smiles, and holds the elevator open for me, and I saunter out. We walk to the parking lot in silence, and walk to our cars parked side by side. "Well, whose car are we taking?" I lean against mine, and he smiles. "Sorry JJ, were taking my car. I'll drive you to work in the morning." He opens the door, and goes around to the drivers side. I roll my eyes, and get in the SUV, doing up the seatbelt. "So Reid, why are you doing this? You never answered me that." I look at him doing up his seatbelt. "I…I don't like seeing you hurt JJ. I care about you a lot, you're my best friend." I sigh, and lean my head back against the seat. I watch out the window as we pull out of the parking garage. "You're my best friend too Spence." I bite back tears, and breath in deeply. 'I'm to damn strong to cry for no reason. Jennifer, you need to grow up and man up.' "JJ…JJ? You alright over there?" I feel his hand touch my knee, and my eyes give up. I slap my hand onto my face and wipe the tears away. "I'm fine." He rubs my knee with his thumb, and I force back more tears. "Spence, can you promise me not to tell Hotch about how I'm feeling? I don't need him thinking I need time off for some issue that really isn't that big of a deal, you know?" I look at him, and analyze his face. "JJ, I promise, its just between the two of us." He squeezes my knee, and looks back at the road.

We drive in silence for 5 minutes, Reid's hand still on my knee. He parks the car and realizes that his hand was placed there, and snaps his hand back to his own thigh. "Well, I thought we'd just go to this place is that's okay?" I look up at the casual looking restaurant. "It looks good to me, I'm starving." I laugh, and open the door. "Hey Spence?" He stands up out of the SUV, and looks at me. "Thanks again." He smiles, and shuts the door. I shut the door behind me, and walk a few steps away from the car. He comes up beside me, and opens the door. "You're being such a gentleman tonight." I laugh, and walk inside. I watch him blush, and turn to the waiter. "For two?" I nod, and follow him to a quiet booth in the corner of the room.

We sit across from each other, and wait until the waiter leaves. "Well, this place is a lot nicer on the inside now isn't it." I state, and look around the room. "Its deceiving, making it look like a normal casual night out." Reid chuckles, and looks at me. "JJ, are you sure you're alright? You seem like you're somewhere else." I look back at him, then down at the menu. "Well, I don't know, this job makes everything so much harder. I get so damn…lonely at home. Looking at all those murders, and families in pain. Though in the end, there is usually someone for a victim or loved one to fall back on. What do I have? Nothing." He stares at me for a minute, and puts his hand on mine. "JJ, you have me." He calmly tells me, and gently rubs his thumb over the back of my palm.

We sit there smiling at each other for a few minutes, until I look up at the waitress staring down at us. "Can I get a Caesar please? No Tabasco." She nods, and writes down my drink quickly. "Can I just get a coke, and if you have Pepsi then that's fine too." She rolls her eyes and leaves the table. "Do they think we don't get that question or something? Or was is necessary for her to roll her eyes at my request?" He smiles, and looks at the menu. "Some people." I laugh, and flip through the menu again. We sit with our hands still touching for what seems like hours before the waitress comes back with our drinks. I smile slightly at her, and sip mine. "Why are you not drinking Spence?" I ask, and take another sip. "Not sure, some days when I drink, I feel like my mother, she used to mask things she was thinking with a night of drinks you know?" I nod, and look at my drink that is now half gone. "I do that. My house is always stocked with booze lately. Most nights I don't drink, its just the weekends mostly." He stares at me for a minute. "Why don't you ever talk to us? Or me at least, I would come and keep you company." I look at him, and scan his face. He looks nervous, and his eyes are starting to glaze over. "I don't know Reid, I just don't think anyone needs to see me intoxicated again." He cocks his head, and raises his brow. "Again? I've never seen you drunk." I smile, and tap his hand. "That's because when we all go out for drinks, you would stay home and read." He half smiles, and turns and looks around the room again.

We order our meals, and I rest my elbow on the table, leaning my head into my hand. "I think that I've haven't felt this comfortable for a very long time Spencer." He blushes, and takes a sip of his drink. "I'm never comfortable around people. Its like I scare them away. I'm not sure why I haven't done that to you though." I moves the hair out of his face, and looks back up at me. "Well, because I get you Spence. You're to good for the people who don't get you. You get me, and I get you. Were a good pair." The words slip out before I can stop it. His face turns red again, and takes a long sip of his drink. When our food arrives we sit in silence looking at each other and eating. He tries not to smile, and reaches across the table. His thumb traces across my bottom lip, and he brings it back to his napkin. "You're a messy eater." He laughs, and wipes his thumb off. I blush, and fight the urge to laugh. I look at the piece of food stuck to his chin, and I wipe it off with my thumb. "Look whos talking." I lick my thumb, and smile.

We finish eating and pay the bill. When we leave the restaurant we sit in the car for a minute before I turn to him. "Do you want to come over for a bit?" I blurt out, and smile sweetly at him. "Yeah, sure I'll come over." He smiles and starts the car. We talk about the last case, Morgan and Garcia's sexual tension, Prentiss infatuation with Rossi, and Hotch and Jack. "Haven't heard about Jack in a long time huh?" I say, and cross my legs. "Well, He's talked to Rossi about Jack, and Garcia because she bugs the heck out of Hotch." He laughs, and pulls into my driveway. We get out of the SUV, and walk to the front door. I take my keys out, and unlock the door. "I think this will be the first time I've seen your house…" I turn around, and look at Spencer. "What? No, you have had to be here at one point." He shakes his head and smiles shyly. I laugh, and open the door, walking inside. "Well its nothing interesting really, I don't really have anytime to make it look like a home to me." I hang up my jacket, and kick off my shoes. He shuts the door behind him, and stands there. "Are you going to come in?" He looks around, and takes off his shoes. "You can hang your jacket in there." I point to the closet, and walk to the kitchen.

"Do you want a glass of wine or anything?" He comes around the corner, and walks up beside me. "Just a small glass, is it white or red?" I reach on my tippy toes to try and reach for two wine glasses. He reaches up, grabbing them for me, and placing them on the table. "Red, and thanks." I reach into the fridge grabbing the bottle. I pour the wine in the glasses, and put it back in the fridge. "So what ever happened to Lila?" He takes slowly sips his wine, and looks at me. "She found someone a week after we left. I tried calling her, but she really didn't remember who I was. I really should have seen that coming. Im not a big Hollywood star." I rub his arm. "She should appreciate you, you did save her life. If it wasn't for you, then she could have been dead." He nods, and takes a smaller drink of his wine. "Yeah, well she cared for me at the time." I take a sip, and nod my head towards the living room. "Lets go sit in there." I smile, and lead him to the couch.

"Reid, can I ask you something?" I ask, as I sit down. He sits down beside me, and cocks his head. "Of course JJ." I take another sip of my wine, and take a deep breath. "Was this your way of taking me on a date?" I watch his breath get hitched in his throat. He takes a long sip of his drink, and looks at his feet. "Well…yeah. I didn't know how else to do it. I've never asked anyone out before…" I bite my lip, and look at him. "Well, I'm flattered." I kiss his cheek, and pull away slowly. He looks up at me with be doe eyes. "We have a connection don't we?" I ask him, and his face turns bright red. "Spence, you mean the world to me. I just don't want to hurt you." We stare at each other for a few minutes. "Jennifer, you could never hurt me." I place my glass on the table, and he does the same. He glances at me for a second, and I smile at him. "Spencer, what are you thinking?" He looks at his knees, and sighs. "I think you look extraordinary right now." I smile to myself, and pull his head up to look at me. I lean in, and kiss him gently. I feel his lips shake against mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He places his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb on my skin. I pull away slowly, and look at him. "Im sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I turn away, and he pulls my face to look at him again. "JJ, Im really glad you did do that." I smile, and peck his cheek again.

We sit and talk for a bit. When I look at the clocks its 3AM. "Holy, How many glasses of wine have you had Reid?" He looks at the ceiling for a second, and then back at me. "6, Maybe I'll just take a taxi home." I shake my head, and pat his knee. "No, no. You're going to stay here tonight. You're suppose to drive me to work tomorrow." I laugh, and stand up. "You can stay in my room, I'll sleep on the couch tonight." I show him my bed room, and grab him some pants from the closet. "I bought these for Will, but he never wore them. So there yours now." I smile, and hand them to him. He nods, and walks to the washroom. I grab blankets and a pillow from the closet. He comes back to the living room, shirtless. "JJ, you are not sleeping on the couch okay? Your going to stay in your bed tonight. I can sleep on the couch if you wish." I roll my eyes, and look at him. "If im staying in my room, then so are you." His face turns bright red again, and I walk past him to my room. I shut the door behind me, and change into short shorts, and a tank top. I open the door back up, and call Spencer. I lay down on my bed, and roll onto my side. He walks into my room, and lays on top of the covers. "Are you not cold?" He shakes his head, and sighs. A few seconds later, his breathing gets heavier. I sigh, and roll over and face him. I watch him sleep for a few minutes before falling asleep.