I woke up in a bed, warm sheets wrapped tightly around me. It took me a second to realize that this wasn't my bed, and another to realize I wasn't in a hotel either. It was another ten before I made the realization that the bed was Will's.

Sitting up, I glanced around the room, able to see via the small amount of light streaming in through the windows behind my head. There wasn't much in the room, just a closet with doors shut tightly, a night stand which had my phone on it, and a desk in the corner, the chair which was turned around with my go-bag set up on the seat.

I slowly slid out of the warm confines of the sheets and stood up, stretching. My button down had been taken off, leaving me in just a tank top. My pants however, were still on. I grabbed a clean blouse and pants from the bag and quickly changed before brushing my hair. Once I deemed myself presentable, I walked out into the main room.

I almost laughed. Will was asleep on him couch, lying with his face buried in the couch cushions. A blanket was pooled by his feet. I readjusted his blanket so it was actually covering him and moved into the kitchen.

I opened his fridge and cupboards, quickly finding his coffee maker and coffee, before turning it on to brew a pot. As I searched for mugs in the cupboards, an arm reached past me and opened a cupboard, revealing about a dozen plain, white mugs.

"Thanks," I told Will before I removed two, setting them down on the counter beside the coffee maker.

"No problem," he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "It's nothing."

"You know," I began taking a seat on the kitchen counter. "You could've woken me up. I would have taken the couch, it is your house after all."

He shook his head. "I don't mind. You were tired, plus you're really cute when your sleeping."

I looked down at the tile floor, trying painfully hard not to blush, but failing anyway. "Um… thank you?"

He laughed. "I'm gonna get changed," he informed me. He was dressed in plaid pajama pants and a light grey t-shirt. I nodded, and he disappeared into his bedroom.

While he was gone, the coffee stopped gurgling and I poured two mugs. I found hos sugar and put a spoonful in mine and stirred, before sitting at the table. When he returned, he was clad in a pair of blue jeans and a plain light blue t-shirt.

I slid his mug across the table, which he excepted gratefully, taking a seat in the chair opposite me. "Would you like any food to go with that?" He asked and I thought about it for a second. I was hungry, so I nodded.

"Good," he stood up and opened the fridge, taking out an array of items. Eggs, green onions, sausage, cheese, green peppers. He began my getting out a pan and beginning to fry the sausage. That's when I realized I was staring.

"You need any help?" I asked. He nodded and handed me a knife and cutting board before rinsing the green onions and pepper and handing them to me. "Chatty in the morning, aren't you?" I mused as I began to finely chop the onions.

He laughed again, rotating the food in the pan. "Daddy used to say there isn't nothin' wrong with silence."

That was true, for the most part. I didn't quite agree, but I also didn't disagree. So I nodded, and kept on chopping. He soon took out the now cooked sausages and put them on my now empty cutting board. He got out a clean pan and cracked a few eggs into it, breaking the yolks with a fork. He then turned on the burner as he threw the onions, peppers, and now sliced sausage into the egg mixture while he carefully stirred. It wasn't long before he was grating cheese onto plates of scrambled eggs.

He again took the seat opposite me, handing me a plate and fork, again silently. It's not that I minded, or was terrified of silence or something. It's just, after a day spent straining you ears for the smallest sound, you sort of want mindless chatter.

Will looked up from his plate, "you can talk, you know? You know that, right?" I shook my head, my cheeks flushing red, causing him to laugh. But I could tell it wasn't at me. No, it was with me. "I just find that you don't always have to be yammering away, you know? Somethings are best unspoken."

I nodded. At the BAU, there was a lot of stuff that went unsaid and was perfectly understood. In the field, if someone told you to duck, you didn't ask why, you just did it.

We finished breakfast quickly and headed out for the day. Will and I drove around to some of the less touristy (and some touristy) spots. It was fun, and Will was casual about the way his arm rested on my shoulders, which I couldn't deny felt pretty good.

He told me stories about growing up there and when we ran into his partner on the force, Charlie, he didn't shy away. Instead he introduced me with a smile on his face. It just felt… right. But before I could go too weak in the knees, it was three o'clock and we had to go back to the airport so I could return to Quantico.

"Bye JJ," he said, kissing my cheek. He turned to leave, but there was one more thing I wanted to do.

"Hey Will?" I said tentatively, and he spun around. And then I knew what I had to do. I stepped forward and brushed my lips against his for the briefest moment before I fled into the security line. I peeked back after a minute or so to see him standing there, feet glued to the floor and a dopey smile written across his face.

It was then, that I first started to fall in love with William Lamontagne Jr.