AN: trigger warning for mentions of suicide attempt

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As Morgan and JJ stepped off the elevator they nearly ran into Garcia who stood there almost vibrating.

"How is he? How's our sweet little genius?" She pleaded needing to know he was okay.

Morgan scoffed and mumbled something about geniuses being stupid.

"He's okay Garcia. We got to him in time. They're stabilizing him now." JJ said offering a hug.

"I don't know how many more I can take JJ" she said wrapping the slender blonde in a tight embrace.

JJ offered more words of comfort and encouragement as she pulled herself from Garcia's never ending embrace. She watched as Garcia made her way back to her office speaking vibrantly to herself about the cards she would make for him.

As JJ entered the bull pin she noticed Hotch watching from his office. He tilted his head towards the door indication for her to come up. She dropped her bag on her desk, tossed a quick glance towards Spencer's, and headed up to Hotch's office.

She didn't bother to knock before walking in and promptly closing the door behind her.

Hotch wasted no time, "how is he?"

"He's okay we got to him in time. They're stabilizing him now." She repeated her words from earlier. She took a moment to internally grimace at how many times she had said those exact sentences.

"I managed to get him another extension on his medical leave but I'm not sure I can get him anymore." Hotch stated solemnly.

"You'd think the bureau would be a little more understanding of an agent watching his girlfriend die at the hands of a suspect and loosing his mom." She said feeling her anger rise.

"I've used his bereavement leave to cover the first month and medical leave for the rest. He still has vacation days but if he isn't back in the office in the the next four month they will dismiss him and he'll no longer be an agent."

"Six months? That's all they'll give him? It's taken two just to get him to speak again!" She didn't realize she was shouting. All her pent up emotions forcing their way to the surface. She sat in one of the chairs in front of Hotch's desk and dropped her head into her hands. Hotch stood and rounded the desk to gently pat her shoulder offering her the tissue box when she looked up. She hadn't realized she was crying.

"JJ this can't be easy on you carrying all his weight. If you ever need to talk, about anything, you know I'll listen."

JJ sat quietly wiping away her tears. She straightened he shoulders and did her best to compose herself before speaking.

"You know what he said? What his first words in months were? Tell Henry I'm sorry."