"Call me when you get home."
JJ was on week two of desk duty for a guaranteed three-week minimum while she healed, after which she would get another medical assessment at the end of the month. She hated it. Mostly because not being out there with the team on a case really troubled at her (though she was happy to spend time at work with Garcia) but also because she had to leave early to go to physical therapy every other day and on the days she didn't go there, she had to go see the FBI psychologist.
The physiotherapy wasn't so bad, the physical pain she could handle just fine though her physical therapist was entirely too chipper for her liking. She didn't care for the psychotherapist at all. The last thing JJ wanted to do was rehash the events that led up to and included her kidnapping and torture but she went because if she didn't, they wouldn't clear her for duty but she actually talked in therapy because she had promised Emily she would. She had extracted the same promise from Emily after the confrontation with Ian Doyle.
"JJ," her therapist—Byron Olmstead—prodded, breaking into her thoughts. "Where did you go just now?"
JJ shook her head as if to clear her mind. "Sorry. I'm just a little out of it. I didn't sleep much last night."
Dr. Olmstead nodded in understanding and jotted a note down on the legal pad in his lap before flipping back a page to verify something. "Is Emily still gone?"
"Yeah, the team is still in Nebraska." JJ nodded. The day before yesterday had been her first night sleeping alone since the incident and she'd been exhausted since.
"Have you been taking the Trazodone?"
"Not since Emily's been gone." JJ admitted a little guiltily.
"You know that's for more than just sleeping and that suddenly stopping a medication can be dangerous." He pointed out.
JJ sighed. "I'm dead to the world on it. I'm worried something will happen with Henry in the night and I won't wake up."
Dr. Olmstead nodded again, making another note. "I'll email the psychiatrist after you leave and let her know you need to have a discussion about readjusting your dosage." He glanced at the clock on his desk. "Our time is up right now, but if you need to call me between now and our next session, will you?"
"Yeah." JJ lied, getting out of the plush armchair she'd been sitting in and thanked the doctor, stepping out of his office. Taking a cleansing breath, she dug her phone out of her purse and saw that she had a voicemail from her mom and one from Emily. She tapped on Emily's message and held the phone to her ear.
"Hey, babe." Emily sounded tired. "I know you're in therapy right now, but we just got a minute to get dinner and I wanted to see how you're doing. Call me when you get home."