A/N: This isn't my best story, but needed to write it. I plan on doing another PTSD story soon. This is from Will's perspective.. sorta

You sit on your bed, only able to watch as the love of her life seems to waste away. She hasn't eaten a thing today even after you pleading her to do so- she simply refused. It worries you, she has lost a lot of weight and continues to do so; her psychiatrist has even voiced some concern and added an appetite stimulant to her med routine. It hadn't kicked in yet, and her clothes continued to get bigger and bigger around her thin frame.

You want nothing more than for her to feel better, to see life in her beautiful eyes again; to see anything besides sadness. You used to see how much she loved life, her job, her team, you, it was as if you could see her simply by looking in her eyes.

Now, the life that was there was simply gone. Taken by a man who had grabbed her on a case and raped her in the FBI building.

And you longed to see it again.

You had make a mistake the first night, when you tried to hug her and she immediately jumped and cried in fear causing you to cry as well. But as time went on, you had adjusted and began to understand how to work with her.

You knew not to speak loudly, or touch her, or mention the case; instead what you did was stood by her side as PTSD seemed to take over their lives.

One night, almost two months into it, you found her crying in the bathtub, the icy water turning her lips blue. You didn't talk, but instead reached over and turned off the water before turning on the heat in the bathroom and letting her cry into your shoulder.

She had cried and cried, she had cried herself to sleep in that tub. And after she did that, you had gently lifted her out of it, dressed her and put her to bed. She slept that night, the first time in a long time, and you didn't dare climb into bed with her. Instead, you sat by herself, promising her that you wouldn't allow any monsters to hurt her.

The medical team had told you that the path would be long and hard, but you never expected this. You never expected her to relive the memories on a daily basis, for her to jump at any sound, for her to lose interest in the things she once enjoyed.

But you did know this. You knew you would never give up on her, and it was another thing you promised her.

"JJ." You whispered to ehr as she slept on your shoulder. "Never give up," You kiss her on the head, and just as you have done for months, you stand up and carry her to bed. Happy that for tonight it might be a nightmare free night.

She is getting there, slowly. And you know that you will never stop fighting for her, will never stop fighting the monsters for her, and that as the vows you took, in sickness and in health, you would be there as long as you both should live. PTSD and all.