Twenty-Five

Will flicks through TV channels mindlessly, waiting for JJ to stop by with Henry. It's been a miserable two months since Emily left that god-awful message on his machine. He hasn't erased it yet, though, because sometimes he's consumed with the need to hear her voice. Doesn't matter anyways; since Emily left, pretty much his only friend has been Reid—and that's only because Austin broke up with him and moved back to Atlanta not too long after Emily took the job in London.

A knock on the door. He turns the TV off and moves to the door, pulling it open with a grin. "There's my boy!"

Henry flies into his arms. "Daddy!"

Will holds the little boy tightly and smiles at JJ as she hands him Henry's little "Thomas the Tank Engine" backpack. "Thanks."

She nods, smiling at the sight. "No problem. He couldn't wait to get here. See you next week?"

Will sets Henry down. "Have you spoken to Emily?"

"Auntie Em?" Henry asks.

Will crouches down next to his son. "Why don't you go put your pack in your room, Buddy?"

Henry scampers off and Will stands again. "Have you?"

JJ nods. "A couple times. She sounds miserable."

"Why?" he frowns.

She shrugs. "I don't know. It's just a guess."

"It's not just a guess. You're a profiler, Jennifer. Tell me what you think." She still doesn't answer, and he crosses his arms while he waits. "I got all day, Jen."

She sighs. "If I had to guess, I'd say she's still in love with you."

He hadn't expected that. "But… she broke up with me."

JJ chuckles. "You know, funnily enough, the people who did the breaking-up are usually the ones who have the hardest time moving on."

He shakes his head. "I wouldn't know. Another funny thing is that in both of the serious relationships I've been in, I was the one who got dumped."

"It's true, though."

"But not for you," he runs a hand through his hair. "You were dating like, weeks after we broke up."

She raises her eyebrows. "Dating doesn't necessarily imply moving on."

Now he's very confused. "And now? What about the guy you're dating now?"

She grins. "He's great. Thanks for asking." She checks her watch. "I have to go. I'll see you next week." She saunters down the hall, calling a, "Bye, Henry!" over her shoulder as she goes.

Will shuts the door behind him, shaking his head. "Henry! What do you want for dinner?"

"Chicken Nuggets!"

Emily shuffles through the stack of papers on her desk, pulls out a consultation request, and begins reading through it.

An hour later, she straightens up her desk, slings her purse over her shoulder, and heads for the door, nodding at the last agent in the office. "See ya, Fielding."

She climbs into her Land Rover and heads home. When she gets to her apartment building, she grabs her mail and heads up the stairs, tossing it all onto the table by the front door as she passes it. An envelope falls to the floor, and as she stoops to pick it up, she notices that something has fallen behind the table and up against the wall. She reaches for it and realizes that it's a photo of her and Will from the night before he'd left London.

"Hey! There's still one more picture left on this!" Emily exclaims, examining the disposable camera on the bedside table.

"Well, use it up," Will grins, stripping off his shirt as he prepares to crawl into bed.

She moves across the room and he pulls her close against his side. She holds the camera up and points it at them, and he turns to press a kiss into her cheek just as she snaps the picture, laughing.

Emily examines the picture, and as her eyes come to rest on Will, she feels a slight fluttering in her stomach. Her hand flies to her stomach and she stares in wonder as she feels her child move for the first time.

After a few moments, it stops, but when she glances back down at the picture, it begins again almost immediately. After a few moments, she gasps, then croons, "That's right. That's your daddy." The baby stirs again, and Emily drops the picture and stands. "Yeah. We should go see him. Let's do that."

"She's still in love with you."

Will hasn't been able to stop thinking about Emily since that damned confusing conversation with JJ. Was she right? In his experience, she's not often wrong, being a profiler and all. But Emily… she broke up with him. Why would she have done that if she still loved him? Yeah, their relationship had been hard, but Emily wasn't the type to give up.

Still, she hadn't really given a good reason for the break-up. And she hadn't answered any of his calls since then. If nothing, else, he deserved an explanation—even after two months. And if she wouldn't answer his calls, she'd have to deal with him in person. He stands, goes back to his room, and quickly packs a bag.

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