It had been two hours since JJ had first fallen asleep in Rossi's lap. Two uncomfortable hours holding her and keeping her warm. His back was killing him and his legs had grown numb long ago while sitting in the contortioned position. But, Rossi hadn't tried to move a muscle. Not if it meant possibly waking the blonde beauty in his lap before he had to. He had woken her for a few seconds several times in the past two hours as a precaution for her almost certain concussion. Thankfully she was easily aroused, as Rossi held his breath every time he whispered her name to wake her, not letting go of it until she opened her eyes and he was able to see that her clear blue orbs were alert and held recognition. When he was satisfied that she was ok, he would allow her to quickly fall into a deep slumber, Rossi still holding on like she would disappear any minute.

For the past half hour, however, her sleep was anything but peaceful. She had been quite restless and unable to stay still. She had also taken to murmuring in her sleep. Rossi couldn't quite make out what it was but her panicked whispers led him to believe that it couldn't be good. At the moment her whispers became the loudest, JJ woke with a start. Looking around a little disoriented, the older agent held on to her tightly while she got her bearings. "Guess it wasn't a dream, huh?" she asked, looking into his big dark eyes. Eyes that made her feel safe, like nothing could ever hurt her.

"Guess not." He replied. The last few minutes of her fitful sleep worried him, but he chose to put that on the backburner until she was once again comfortable in his presence. "Don't worry, JJ. The team should be figuring out that something's wrong soon. Before you know it we'll be warm, safe and sound on the way to the hospital to get you checked out."

"No hospitals, David. I'm sick of them." JJ straightened in his lap, trying to get out of the vulnerable position that she had found herself in.

Holding on to her tightly, preventing her ultimate escape from his lap, Rossi decided that now was the time to press the issue. "What do you mean you're sick of hospitals, JJ? You been frequenting them recently?" Not hearing a response from JJ, David looked down into her eyes.

"It started with flowers." JJ murmured looking beyond the trees they were currently nestled in.

"What started with flowers?" David was surprised at the sudden change in conversation and knew he was going to have to be patient and loving in order for her to get her story out, if this is indeed how it began.

"All of it. All of these last 3 months of misery. It started with flowers. "JJ held onto Rossi's hands, the grip making her knuckles white. But, she continued. And Rossi let her.

"When the team and I arrived back to Quantico from the case in New Orleans, there was a bouquet of flowers on my desk waiting for me. Yellow lilies. They're my favorite. Were my favorite. When I first saw them as I walked into my office, I was so surprised. I felt like a little schoolgirl. It had been so long since I got flowers and I was thrilled, even though I had no clue who they could possibly be from. At first, I thought they were delivered by mistake. I had allowed myself a small moment to pretend they were for me and then prepared myself, as I picked up the card, to take them to their rightful owner. Imagine my surprise when I saw who they were from."

"LaMontagne?" Rossi spit his name out, understanding suddenly dawning on him.

"Yes. Detective William LaMontagne. We worked together closely on the case in New Orleans. We actually had started to hit it off as friends. He was good looking and charming. I enjoyed his company and found something endearing in him, trying to solve this case for his father. Before I left, we shook hands and I gave him my card. I never expected him to use it, but I thought he was nice and that we had become friends. It never hurts to have those, especially in this line of work." JJ paused, working on building up the courage to continue her story.

"No. You can never have too many, JJ. Although, I'm sure you have more than you think." Rossi had started rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, trying to urge her knuckles to relax, to loosen the grip she had on him.

"I called him at his office and thanked him for the flowers. He said he just wanted to show his appreciation to me for bringing the team out and helping him solve this case. He was very genuine and sweet…" she mused, still looking out into the distance. "After thanking him again, we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. I honestly never thought I would hear from him again; until…"

"Until…" Rossi urged JJ on with her story.

"Until the following month. I found another bouquet of lilies on my desk. Again, I was surprised to find them there, but I now had a hunch who had left them. The card simply stated 'Thinking of you. Will.' I called him at work again, thanking him as before. This time we talked for a while. We talked about our cases, our partners, you know – things that were common ground between us. It was nice. It felt comfortable, you know, normal. While we were on the phone, Gideon had come in looking for a file, so I told him I'd call him back sometime to talk. I honestly never thought it would lead to this, Rossi. I promise I didn't try to lead him on." JJ started fidgeting in Rossi's lap, looking guiltily out at the trees beyond them.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shhhh. None of that. Whatever happened, JJ, I'm sure was not your fault. It's going to be ok. Why don't you finish telling me the story?" Rossi stroked her back with his left hand, his right still tightly gripped by JJ.