It was almost midnight by the time JJ had arrived home. Home? This was not her home anymore. It was just a house. A place where she showered and slept. There was nothing else apart from that here. She raked her eyes through the house, the image of Will and Henry playing in the sitting room or watching Cars which had become Henry's latest favorite movie. She smiled at the thought of her son.
Her little precious baby boy was everything that a mother would want in a son. He was a perfect image of her with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. She closed her tightly, wanting desperately to feel her son in her arms again. But she couldn't. He was miles away from her, living with his father. She didn't know how he was, didn't know whether he wanted to see her or not.
Not once had she spoken to him after they had left. Not once had Will called her to say that her son was asking about her. The only time she had seen Will was when his lawyers had called to set up a meeting with her. He had only mentioned Henry's name when they were discussing his custody. And he had told her quite clearly if he could he will not let Henry stay with her for even a singly second.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way to Henry's room. With light fingers, she touched the every surface of the room, remembering how her little son used to play there, how he used to make her come after him when he would do something wrong. She smiled at the thought. She could still remember the way his little eyes would shine up when he would smile at her.
She sat down on his bed. There were so many nights she had tucked him in. There were some nights that she couldn't come home to tuck him in. Nights when she was out of the city, chasing after some psychopath who was killing people because he was sick but she was always sure to call him so that she could read his favorite bedtime story to him. She stood up and picked up Bedtime for Baby Star and ran her hand over the cover of the book. She remembered each and every word that was written in that book, she remembered each and every word Henry had said to her to make her read that book.
Wiping the tears away from her eyes, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her as she had done countless time not wanting to wake Henry up. She made her to her own room. It was going to be a long night.
Entering her bathroom, she stared at herself back in the mirror. It was only Friday night and there wasn't any case that was going to take them anywhere for the weekend. She was aware that the team had decided to meet for the weekend for a trekking trip. But she wasn't invited to join them. A knot twisted in her stomach. She felt hot tears burning at the back of her eyes.
She was so lost in her own thought; she did not hear the door open, did not hear the intruder walking into her bathroom until she felt strong arms grab her from behind, covering her mouth and not allowing her to scream for help.