Anything

A weary Doctor Reid unlocked his front door at around 2 a.m. and went inside. He'd taken a taxi home from JJ's, not wanting to bother anyone to give him a lift. He knew he wasn't going to sleep, so he crutched into his kitchen intent on making a pot of coffee when he saw one already made for him. He poured a cup expecting it to be old, but it was fresh.

"Jaye," he thought. She hadn't been uppermost in his mind much since Will had died. It seemed like the team just closed ranks around JJ, and Spencer knew it had been the right thing to do. He needed to talk to her, though. Wanted to.

Thinking that he had probably just missed her judging by the fresh pot, he pulled out his phone and thumbed her number.

"Spencer, hi..." she answered.

"I'm drinking the coffee," he said. "Thank you."

"Well... y'know," she said. He could almost see her shrug.

"Can we talk tomorrow? See each other?" He asked.

"Uh... hmm. I don't - " she hesitated.

"I have to go in, get with the team." He hurried on, not wanting her to say no - "I should be done around dinner time though?"

"How is JJ?" Jaye asked, sincere.

"Not good. Pretty terrible, actually. She's numb and devastated and... she's just somewhere else, you know? Thank you for asking, Jaye."

"I remember when my parents died, Spencer. I know what she's feeling," she said.

Spencer knew her parents had died in a plane crash, traveling to see Jaye get her DVM. It had been a few years now, but it was still hard for her to talk about.

"Of course you do," he said quietly.

"I should be done around 7. I'll just meet you at your place." she said.

"Okay." he replied.

"I miss you." she whispered.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow. Get some sleep," he softly chided her, his voice warm.

They hung up and Spencer limped, crutchless, moving to the couch, coffee in hand. He was getting pretty good at moving around, he thought. He switched on the tv and was glad to see a marathon of American Pickers was on, a welcome distraction from everything bouncing around his incredible mind. He wondered what he was going to say to Jaye, tomorrow. "Tonight," he corrected himself. He guessed he'd take his clues from her, but he did know he was going to be spending a lot of time with Jennifer whenever he could, just being there for her. He hoped Jaye would understand.

A sudden knock at his door startled him out of his reverie and he jumped. Wondering who the hell it could be at this hour he limped over and opened the door. There stood JJ, eyes red and swollen, hair wild and tangled. Spencer took her in at a glance and noticed she had her pjs on under her coat.

"You left," she said. "You left."

"God JJ, get in here, come here! Are you okay?" Spencer was surprised and concerned all at once. "What the heck are you doing? I left you sound asleep -" He closed the door and searched her face, worried.

She stood there with her hands in the pockets of her trench looking very upset, very disheveled, and... very small. "You left." she repeated.

Spencer reached for her, wrapping his good arm around her and pulling her close. She was stiff as a board and kept her hands in her pockets, her face now buried in his shirt. Spencer rubbed her arm to try and soothe her and heard a muffled "You left" once more, then felt her start to shake.

"Hey, hey... shhhh, it's okay, it's okay... I'm here. Come over here, JJ." He lead her to the couch. They sat down and JJ finally took her hands from her pockets and wiped her eyes.

"What's all this about now?" Spencer asked her, his voice tender.

"Spence, I'm sorry... I should go. I should go." She got up to leave and Spencer wasn't having it. He caught her hand and gently pulled her back down. He just looked at her, giving her time, waiting for her to tell it.

"I just... I woke up and everything was dark and there was no Will and no Henry and... nobody." She looked into his hazel eyes, so warm with sympathy and she started crying again as she told him "I don't have any right to want you there with me, but I do Spence... and it's not just because I don't want to be alone, it isn't. People exhaust me right now... it's just... you. We've always been there for each other and now I – I can't help it, and I'm sorry... can I just... can I just stay here tonight?"

He could see the pain in her beautiful face, her vivid blue eyes were dark with it and he couldn't stand it. He pulled her to him, leaning back on the sofa, sliding his arm around her again. JJ leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping both her arms around him so tightly, holding on to him for dear life. "You never have to ask, JJ."

They sat that way a long time, Spencer's hand in her hair, gently smoothing her tangles with his long fingers. Jennifer sighed and he felt her breathing become slower, more even. He would sit that way until daylight if that is what she needed.

Anything for her. Anything.