"I need to see the daylight, leave behind this half-life, don't you see I'm breaking down. Lately something here don't feel right, this is just a half-life." Oliver James

Spencer collapsed onto his couch as soon as he got to his apartment.

On the upside, he thought, everything was out in the open, though it had ended up that way a lot sooner then he'd planned.

He hadn't wanted to risk complicating things, especially for her, so soon after Will's death. He worried about the next day, worried that things would be awkward.

JJ

JJ sat on the floor, tossing a ball back and forth with Henry. Her head replaying Spencer's words over and over as if someone had burned them on a disk and left it on repeat.

She cared about Spencer, more than she'd realized before that moment. For the past six years she'd confided everything in him, he was her best friend and she couldn't imagine her life without him.

Could she picture taking that next step dating him, falling in love even? She didn't even have to think about it, the answer was yes, without a doubt.

She'd love Will with everything she was, but something had kept her from marrying him, even after Henry had been born and he'd moved to Virginia. Had it been more than the fact her job kept her too busy to plan a proper wedding?

How long had she had feelings for Spencer and been denying it?

Spencer

Spencer sat down at his desk and absorbed himself in paperwork.

"Kid, what's goin' through that big ol' brain of yours?" Derek asked.

"I told JJ."

"That you're in love with her?"

"Not in those exact words, but yes." he replied, eyes still fixed on the papers he was filling out.

And…" Derek pressed.

"And she said it was too soon for her to even consider thinking about dating someone else."

"Well, that's to be expected, but at least it's not a no I could never see us dating," he reasoned.

Spencer was about to reply, but quieted quickly when he saw JJ walking across the bullpen. He couldn't help noticing ho beautiful she looked in the pale blue blouse and white skirt she wore.

Not relishing the idea of her catching him staring like a love sick teenager, he turned his attentions back to the papers in front of him. He'd just picked up his pen when he heard her let out a small scream.

He was up and to her side before he'd even figured out what was wrong. She had her hand braced on the side of Emily's currently empty desk, keeping the pressure off her left leg.

"What happened?" he asked, eyes searching for sign of injury.

"My heel broke," she said, pointing to her foot, "I think I twisted my ankle though when it happened."

He slid an arm around her and helped her over to a couch used for visitors, propping her foot carefully on a pillow. The ankle, he noticed, was definitely swollen. Carefully, he probed it for sign of a break, not finding one.

"It's definitely only twisted, mildly sprained at the worst." he said.

Derek appeared at his side, holding out an ice pack, which Spencer gingerly situated on it.

"Thanks," JJ said with a smile, "Luckily it appears my ankle is in better shape than my shoe."

"Do you have an extra pair here?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, in my office, against the wall behind the desk."

"I'll get them," he offered, disappearing up the stairs.

Spencer went to his desk and grabbed a bottle of Ibuprofen from the drawer, dumping two in his hand and grabbing his water bottle, he made his way back to JJ.

"Maybe I should take you home, you should probably try to stay off that ankle today. I can stay and take care of Henry."

"You don't have to do that, It's just sprained Spence," she said with a smile.

"Still you should stay off of it, doctors orders."

"You're not that kind of doctor!" she exclaimed, bursting out laughing.

"Humor me," he said helping her to her feet.

"Strong til you break, know that we all fall down," OneRepublic