Alright guys I'm not in the best mood in the world. My computer crashed last Monday and I lost the next two chapters of this fic and had a crazy bill to pay. I'll try and update on Wednesday and I apologize for what's going to happen to Will I'm taking my anger out on him. Sorry about the wait and please review- it will make my day a lot better.

Will's PoV

My heart swelled with hope when I heard the doorbell go. Please, God, let it be JJ. I needed her to give me another chance, I don't think I could handle it if she didn't. I would show her that I could- that I would change.

I ripped open the door to my beauti- what? Emily Prentiss stood there her arms crossed and a pissed look on her face. A look that spoke to the seasoned FBI agent and international spy she was.

My jaw- and fists- clenched. I hated Emily Prentiss. JJ, quite mistakenly, thought that she could trust Emily more than myself. I messed up but she needed to know that I was still there for her, still there to protect her.

"Is there a problem?" I spat at her. Maybe I was being unfair but I blamed her. I was sure that JJ had gone running to her when she figured it out. Emily had probably- after that freaky teenage stint- convinced her to leave me.

Her eyes were murderous. "Yeah, Will there is a problem. Could you please explain to me why JJ has a hand shaped bruise on her arm. Or why she flinches every single time the doorbell rings or, Will, why she can't fall asleep unless she locks her bedroom door?" Her voice raised with every word, if I wasn't a cop or actually thought she could hurt me, I might be scared.

"Do you really think that's my fault?! She hunts down serial killers of course she's paranoid."

"Look just let me get her stuff." She said with an eye roll.

Anger flared up in my chest. "What, she can't get her own stuff?"

We stood there in a mock Mexican standoff. Our eyes were locked. I expected her to look away but she never did. I sighed then stepped to the side. "Fine." I muttered.

She held my gaze as she stepped around me and into the house.

Emily's PoV

I started to stuff JJ's clothes into my go bag that I had brought with me when his hand closed around my shoulder. The anger had gone from a boiling point to a slow simmer in my belly but now- now he was going to get it.

"Now Emily." His low voice drawled. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

I whipped around. "And if I do?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

I saw it two seconds before it happened. His hand clenched into a fist and it connected with my face. I didn't feel anything except anger. If he treated me this way I could only imagine what happened to JJ.

I grabbed his still moving arm and jerked it towards me, his body following. My knee hit his gut and my left elbow to the back of his head. He straightened up about to hit again but my anger was faster. I kicked him in his knee- the one that I knew had been shot out only a year prior. With all the strength I could muster I threw a right hook- right into his pretty little face. His nose gave way with a satisfying crunch.

He was bent over with his hand to his face. "Next time you feel that anger bubbling up inside you. You feel like you can't control it, you just need to let it out- don't use anyone and I mean anyone as your punching bag or I will hurt you."

He grunted. I patted him on the back and walked out of the room. "By the way, Will, next time I won't spare the little ones." I said with a malicious nod of my head towards with crotch.

-CM-

I walked back into my apartment milk in hand. "How was the store?" Amy asked. At the sound of her innocent voice I felt a twinge of guilt.

"Fine thanks." I said with a smile. She was still in the other room with Henry.

I heard a gasp as JJ entered the room. The guilt faded. Her hand went to the tender bruised skin of my cheek.

A silent understanding floated between us and she wrapped her arms around me. I leaned by chin on her head and started at the ceiling. Why was it that I always strived for the truth when oblivion was much safer- and less painful- than understanding?

If I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be taking antidepressants and I would have actually quit smoking when I was twenty one like I'd told everyone.

I sighed. Maybe it was just human nature. Or, a voice inside my head said, maybe it's just you.

I know its short but I'll update soon. By the way I will be updating My Shattered Dreams soon. Please leave a review and have a nice day guys!