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"I'M COMING IN!" Will yelled. "STAND BACK!"
"WILL, DON'T YOU DARE!" A voice screamed from inside the apartment.
"JJ?" He questioned through the door. "Is that you?"
"Go home, Will." The blonde called out, moving right in front of front door.
"I need to talk to you JJ." His tone had calmed a lot in such a short period of time. "Please, just let me inside."
"Mommy?" A scared uneasy voice called from behind the women. "What's happening?"
JJ and Emily spun around to find Henry stood in the hallway with Logan at his side.
"Everything's okay." The children's mother assured them. "Just go back into the bedroom, okay."
"Henry! Logan!" Will yelled, obviously hearing JJ's word and figuring out his children were there.
"Daddy." Logan called, a little excitedly, as he ran forwards towards his Mom. Henry, however, didn't move, he froze at the sound of his father's voice.
"Let me in now!" The male shouted. "Count of three and then I'm coming in, for real this time." He paused, before starting the count. "One… Two…"
"Okay." The blonde said, rushing to unlock and open the door. When the wooden barrier finally swung open, JJ couldn't believe the sight before her. He was obviously drunk and he looked like shit. "What do you want, Will?"
"Daddy." Logan shouted out again, before Will could answer JJ's question. The young boy ran out to his father and hugged his leg.
"Hey Buddy." The southern man greeted, ruffling the youngster's hair. "Can I come inside?" He asked looking up at his wife.
JJ sighed as she stepped aside to let her husband into the house.
Will entered with Logan, before his gaze fell upon his eldest child. "Hey Henry, do I not get a hug from you?"
Henry shook his head, as tears fell from his beautiful blue eyes. Without any thought, Emily rushed towards the boy and pulled him into her side.
"Not even a 'hello'?"
He shook his head again.
"What do you want, Will?" JJ repeated, getting more than frustrated now.
"Can we talk in private?" He asked, his eyes flickering up at the brunette who held his son, as he spoke.
"No." The blonde answer simply. "Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of Emily."
"Okay then." He went silent for a minute, until he caught onto his wife's unimpressed stare. "Come back home, JJ."
"What?"
"I want you back; back at home, where you belong; the home where our children have spent their entire lives." He reached for her hand, but she swiftly snapped it away. "I need you, JJ."
"It's not as simple as that." As much as he had put her through, JJ couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. Maybe her leaving had finally set him straight; made him realize that all the accusations were ridiculous.
"I know that it'll be hard JJ." He sighed out. "But I can forgive you."
"You can forgive me?" She repeated back to him, through gritted teeth.
"Yes, I know I can." He told her. "As long as you can promise never to sleep with Rossi or Hotchner or those other two again, I can begin to forgive you."
"Get. Out." JJ let out as calmly as she could.
"No, I won't leave. You can't take my children away from me." Will grabbed hold of Logan's arm tightly, earning a cry of pain from the little boy.
"Let go of him now!" JJ screamed, launching herself forward at her husband, pushing him out of the house, but causing Logan to get dragged out with him."
"You hurting me, Daddy." Logan called out, as he began to cry, while Will's grip tightened on him.
Emily and Henry ran to the doorway as JJ and Will moved further out of the house.
"Let go of my son." The blonde shouted again, swinging her fists at the male's chest.
"He's my son too."
"That's not what you've been saying for the past two months." She spat at him.
Before JJ had realized what was happening, her face was stinging painfully as tears fell from her eyes.
"Mommy!" Logan screamed, as he witnessed his father slap his mother hard across the face. The little boy struggled out of his Dad's grip and ran forward, attempting to pull his Mom inside the house, but he couldn't.
JJ was frozen in the place she stood. Even with all the hurt she had put up with from this man, she never would have believed he could raise a hand to her. She slowly dragged her left hand up to her heated cheek and held it there, still in shock.
Emily watched the scene play out before her from the doorway, holding Henry close to her side as the youngster wept. The brunette almost growled as she saw Will's hand collide with her best friend's face.
At this point she let go of the boy beside her and passed him her cell phone, before launching out of the house. With little thought whatsoever, her hand clenched into a fist and swung at Will's face, hitting the target successfully.
The southern male made a drunken attempt to fight the brunette away from him, but it took her little effort to twist his arm behind his back and force him down onto the floor.
"Get off me, you Whore." He called out, yelping in pain as Emily pushed his arm further up his back and smacked his head down onto the floor.
The brunette straddled his back, smirking to herself a little as she applied a tad more pressure to his arm, before leaning forward stopping as her mouth came near his ear before whispering. "Listen to me, if you ever come within a mile of JJ, Henry or Logan again, I'll make sure that you're bedbound for the rest of your life. Then there'll be no worry of you wandering in where you're not welcome." She stopped for a moment as he shouted out in pain. "If you lay a hand on anyone I care about ever again, I'll kill you. Do you understand me?" She hissed in his ear. "Just count yourself lucky that I didn't have my gun in my hands tonight. Now get out of here, before I make you wish you'd never been born."
With that said, Emily slowly released the man on the floor and stood up, turning to check that her friend was okay. JJ offered a soft smile, putting Emily at ease.
When Will dragged himself up off of the floor, his eyes immediately locked onto JJ's and he went to speak, before his gaze drifted to Emily, who shot him a death glare.
"Leave." JJ spat, pulling Logan up into her arms and holding him to her chest. "Now!"
Reluctantly, he left without a word.
Emily led JJ, still holding a crying Logan, into the house, where Henry stood also sobbing, holding on tightly to the cell phone.
Emily took the cell from the little boy, before taking it off speaker and holding it to her ear. "Hotch, are you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Look, can we call you back tomorrow?" She asked. "I'm cold and tired, JJ's not up for talking right now and we need to get the kids settled back into bed."
"Of course." Hotch replied understandingly. "But I should probably tell you something first."
"Okay."
"You weren't the first person I called." He told her. "I called Garcia first, to see if JJ was with her and I'm pretty sure she'll be panicking right now."
Emily sighed loudly, holding her hand to her head. "Okay, I'll give her a call in a minute and let her know JJ's okay."
"Thank you, Emily." Hotch said. "I'll speak to you tomorrow."
"Night Hotch." She ended the call, before turning to face JJ and the boys, who were now sat on the couch that was acting as JJ's bed.
"What's going on?" The blonde asked.
"Hotch called Garcia, before calling me."
"Oh."
"Don't worry about it." Emily told her friend. "Just get yourself and the boys to bed and I'll let Garcia know that you're okay. We can talk about everything else in the morning."
JJ thought for a moment, before she stood, pulling the sleepy boys with her. "Thanks Em, you're the best."
