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"Please. Please don't do it! Please! No, just… just. Kill me. You can't kill him. He's not even four. He hasn't lived yet. He needs to live. I… kill me. Please," She begged the person. The person with a gun. The person who had that gun digging into her only son's temple. Her three-year-old son. JJ couldn't bear living without her child. The child she spent agonizing unbearable pain for. "I can't live without him. Please. Let's talk. Why are you doing this?" Asking the unsub questions. Taking the unsub away from what was really happening. Maybe it would work. Distraction. So maybe. Just maybe she could get Henry away from that monster.

"Mommy." She heard Henry plead. He was crying. So hard. He was scared out of his mind. So, so scared. When he said that his voice broke. Motherly instinct took over. She parted her eyes away from the unsub onto Henry. His face. His eyes. His expression. Pain. Sadness. And most of all, fear.

Quickly thinking, she noted the situation. Where everything was placed at this moment. Just outside the closet doors stood the unsub with Henry in her arms. The gun positioned in her hand firmly holding it to her son's head. The bat on the other side of the room. It was too risky to try to retrieve it. No other weapons. No opportunities. Stupidness. She was completely stupid.

The blow she had received to her stomach had shocked JJ. She was sitting on the floor for a few seconds too much. She had gotten up, realizing where the unsub went and saw that the unsub picked the gun up off the floor, retrieved the bullets, and now was picking Henry up off the closet floor. And now here she is. Trying to figure a way out of this situation.

Where was Rossi? He should be here by now. Maybe he called backup and is waiting for them. No. He wasn't that stupid. To let me come in here with the unsub and a toddler. He would've come in as soon as possible.

"Izzie, head hurts. Pwease stop doing that. It hurts." Henry had said. Izzie. Her name was Izzie. Knowing an unsub's name was a lot better than not knowing it at all.

"Izzie. Let him go. Don't shoot. Pick me. Choose me. Kill me. I'm begging you. It would be more satisfying if you killed me, I promise."

"You know what," Izzie began as she moved the gun from Henry's head. "that's very convincing. I will take it into consideration," Izzie paused weighing her options. Kill the boy, make the cops suffer, then go to a federal prison. Or, kill the agent, a slow suffering filled death, possibly escape, make all three suffer. To Izzie, obviously killing JJ was more appealing, but with killing the boy she would kill the whole family. Either their souls or they might resort to suicide. Turning the gun back to the boy's head she pulled the trigger. He was killed instantly.

"NO! HENRY! NO! WHY? NO!" JJ sunk to the floor. Sobbing. "Henry!"

~~~{ The Criminally Minded }~~~

Taking a bite of his pancake he looked to his boy. Eating quietly with syrup all over his face and in his hair. He chuckled. His son was adorable. Then screaming. Screaming that made his blood run cold and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Running to their bedroom, faster than he's ever ran before he saw JJ violently thrashing around in their bed. Screaming Henry's name. Over and over again. "JJ! JJ! JENNIFER!" He yelled hopefully over top of his wife's yells. Shaking her awake she saw him look up into his eyes seeing them go into recognition that it was him, and that Henry was safe and it was just a dream calmed her tremendously.

"Henry. She killed Henry." JJ brokenly reported. Sobbing even more she pulled Will closer to her. Hugging her tightly he stroked her hair whispering quietly in her ear that it was all right. Everyone was okay. Henry's safe. Will reminded his wife this endlessly for at least a few minutes. JJ stopped shaking and calmed down even more.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." JJ quietly said

"Shhh. You have nothing to be sorry about. It was a nightmare JJ. You can't control your dreams." Will had predicted the reason JJ was camped outside Henry's room was because of what happened, but he hadn't predicted that it would be this deep. He obviously didn't know how much that event had affected her.

JJ pushed him up and got out of their bed. She walked over to the mirror looking in it seeing her reflection. A headache started to settle in her head. Walking to Will she pulled her arms around him and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you to Jen." he replied.

He watched as she let go and stalked her way over to the bathroom. Hearing the water start running he went back into the kitchen seeing Henry contently eating his breakfast.

~~~{ The Criminally Minded }~~~

Running the water JJ stripped her clothes off. Leaving them in a pile in the middle of the bathroom floor she stepped in the shower. Feeling the hot droplets trickle down her body she slowly collapsed. Thinking about the last few days, she was really glad she had finally said yes to Will. He had been so supportive especially lately. He confessed while on their honeymoon that he was glad she was back at the FBI instead of the pentagon. Because if she was still with those people that day could've gone even worse. Even though Henry and Will were safe and fine she still felt something she hasn't in a long time. She felt unsafe. Her gun on her hip made her feel safe. Knowing that Will had a gun on his hip made her feel like he was safe. Knowing Henry was taken care of made her feel like he was safe. Everyone was safe until that day. Crying again she realized she'd been in the shower close to five minutes. Her normal routine in the shower took six, seven minutes tops. Quickly standing up and doing everything she needed to faster than she normally does, she was out of the shower in nine minuets.

Wrapping a towel around her she walked into their bedroom. Picking some work out leggings, a camisole, underwear and a bra she laid the towel down. Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye she reacted quicker than she expected twirling around getting her gun that lay on her dresser and pointing the gun towards the movement, finger on the trigger. "JJ. It's just me." Will slowly said. Lowering the gun, taking the clip out and placing it on the dresser again she squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. Walking over to his wife he slowly engulfed her in a big hug. Forcing the thought that his wife stood naked in his arms to the back of his mind he just focused on her. Her breathing. She was trembling, but despite that she pushed him away.

"Please, please don't do that. I'm- just go. Please. I'll be out in a minute." She wouldn't look into his eyes. She felt ashamed that she did that to him. To her own husband. She thought her husband was going to try to harm her family.

"Jen," lifting her chin up with his finger he spoke, "look at me please," slowly her eyes trailed upwards meeting his. "Jennifer. I love you. I understand why you did that. I'm sorry I frightened you. I'll make myself known next time. But please, talk to me. I know you're hurting. I can see it in your eyes the way you move. Gosh, Jennifer. I carried you this morning from Henry's doorframe to our bed, and I think I have a pretty good idea why you were there. I'm here for you. I love you. Just talk to me. Please. Tell me what exactly you're feeling."

There it was. One of the many things she fell in love with when she fell in love with him. His charm. The way he could talk to make her open up to anything he asked. But this time she remained stubborn. "I'm fine. Really. I'm sorry I reacted like that." Again she wouldn't look at him. Turning back to her clothes slipping on her underwear then fastening her bra she left will stood there worried out of his mind about the love of his life. As she brushed past him he still stood there stunned. Quickly turning, he reached out and was going to grab his wife's wrist to stop her but quickly pulled his hand back and up to his mouth, clenched. Sighing. He turned to the glock that lay on the dresser. Picking it and the clip up he put it in the safe. Sighing again he shut his eyes tightly wondering exactly what his wife was feeling.

Well there you go! Now, honestly I have never owned or held a gun before so I don't know if what I'm saying is completely accurate.

Also it will get better! This story is kind of depressing and it will be that way for a while but it will get better!

And, I'm having sort of writer's block with this story, so suggestions of where to go now would be tremendously helpful!

Have a good day, night, afternoon, morning! Whatever fits you're situation for the moment. Until next time...