The laughter of children filled the air as they ran silly and free amongst themselves in the center of the park. The girls held hands and spun in circles as they ripped flowers from the ground and danced to an invisible song. The boys chased after one another playing a game of what look like a combination of tag and hide-and-seek. Will's eyes danced quickly from child to child, looking for a specific one. His eyes sped past the messy blonde hair of one boy to hit the next before coming back to the boy to focus on him. There he was, Henry, with the messy blonde hair and the bright blues eyes. He looked so much like he mother that there were points in time that Will questioned Henry's parentage. As his eyes tracked the boy, he continued his random train of thought. There was so little of him in the boy. Henry didn't have his dark hair or eyes. He shared none of Will's mannerisms or habits. Even his stature seemed reminiscent of someone else, someone that wasn't Will.

Will's hands, resting on the steering wheel of the car, clenched tightly at the thought that there was another man in JJ's life that commanded her attention enough that he could have fathered her child. The idea that JJ could have potentially gotten pregnant while they're were dating and was trying to pass the child off as his made an anger, that Will had not felt in a while, make his stomach turn. Will turned his head away from the boy and tried to quiet his manic thoughts. This was supposed to be his weekend with Henry and he didn't want to jeopardize his time with the kid especially now that it was limited to a supervised court appointed (he rolled his eyes at the thought) visitation for twice a month.

Will huffed to himself in thought at how much things have changed in the past couple years. He went from being a detective with a beautiful girlfriend and a son, to man that had virtually nothing but crumbs of the old life to sniff at. His eyes narrowed as he tried to think back through the past events of his life; their lives, to find what triggered his downfall from the top of the mountain. Will looked back toward his son, his boy, before clenching his teeth in anger at the sight of the social worker meant to supervise their outing. She was a heavy set dark-skinned woman with thick dark hair. There was the occasional strands of gray that sprouted here and there but they did nothing to take away from her youthful persona. From the moment Will met Charlene Woods he knew she wasn't going to be a woman easily swayed by his charms. In actuality it appeared that everything Will did seemed to rub her the wrong way and in moments where Will entertained flights of fantasy, him and his boy running away together, he would only need to turn slightly to see the bitch standing, arms crossed, not even 10 feet away from them.

Will hated the woman with a passion, that at times felt rivaled his feelings for JJ and those close to her in the BAU. Of course there was no one that could overtake Morgan's spot at the top of Will's 'Shit List'. Will's hand clenched again at the thought of the man who took everything away from him; the man that was living his life with his family, making love to his woman and raising his son. There was no one on the world that Will hated more and he swore to himself every morning he woke up that Derek Morgan would soon suffer his day of reckoning. Will tried to calm his wayward thoughts as his eyes focused once more on the small, quick body of his son. He needed to get out the car and meet them or he was going to be late again. No matter how hard will tried, he would show up at the park early and as soon as he saw his son his mind would begin to drift to all the things that led him right here to this moment. It wasn't comforting nor relaxing, the depth of Will's pain and suffering, and he knew if something didn't break soon he was going to snap.

Will shook his head a couple times to clear it before taking a deep breath. He climbed out the car and slowly approached the pair at the edge of the playground. By this point Henry's back was to Will so he did not see his father's approach but Charlene sure did and while he could see the sneer rising on her face the closer he got, she was still a professional and would not deny him his son. Well she hadn't tried yet and Will had a feeling the moment she did that things would not end well; maybe for all parties involved in the matter. He nodded casually in her direction in a form of greeting as he waited for her to get Henry's attention. "Henry! Your father is here." Her voice was strong and unwavering meaning there was no room for arguments. Will smiled at the idea that his son was giving the social worker a hard time and thought to himself that there was maybe more of him in Henry than he thought.

Henry's head shot up at the announcement and before he could turn around to face his father, his voice excitedly asked, "Mo's here? Where?" His head dashed around quickly and Will was grateful his son had yet to turn around to face him because at this moment in time if he had, Will couldn't actually tell anyone what he thinks would have happened next. Mo's here? The boy considered Derek Morgan his father? Will's body felt frozen in both shock and anger. Of course the little shit would think of Morgan as his father now, he was a traitor like his mother. His eyes met Charlene's and his hands clenched in barely restrained rage as he saw the smug look fill across her face. Of course she was enjoying this, Will's misery brought her joy for some reason and while Will wished he could let out his anger right here and now on her he knew that to do such a thing would ensure that Henry's misled thoughts would become truth and more importantly permanent.

Charlene gave him one last smug look before addressing the boy. "No sweetheart, not Mo'. Your father Will Montaigne is here to spend time with you." For a second confusion filled Henry's face as he turned to face his father and while he knew that they were supposed to be rebuilding their relationship, Henry couldn't hide the disappointment that filled his body at the realization that it wasn't Morgan here to spend the day with him. Henry's eyes quietly met Will's cold ones and he shrugged helplessly before turning back to face Charlene.

His head dropped and his shoulders slumped as he voice let out a meek, "Okay." He turned back to his father before approaching him slowly. He was still wary of his father's temper and he silently prayed he would neither do nor say anything that could send Will over the edge. Unfortunately for Henry the damage was already done and inside Will was fuming. He quickly met his son halfway before attempting to say something, but all he could feeling bubbling up was the vitriol and hatred he felt not only for his boy's mother, but that oversized body-builder she calls her lover. Will snapped his mouth shut before approaching the social worker. As much as he did not want to do this, not here and now, especially because in a way, it looked like admitting defeat, Will stood before Charlene before saying, "Look, I don't think this day is working out to well for anyone. I'm going to leave Henry in your care for today and I'll see you guys in two weeks." He barely gritted out the last part as he watched the smile spreading across Charlene's face.

"If that is what you've decided Mr. Montaigne." Her voice held no sympathy nor compassion and for a second Will questioned how she got this job in the first place before turning back to face his son.

He collapsed to a knee before him before taking his son in his arms and giving him a big hug. "Something came up and I need to take care of it. Sorry bud." Though he could see that his son didn't seem too dismayed at the thought of them not spending time together, Will pushed on anyways, "I'll make this up to you. Take care of yourself and your mother okay?" He waited for the boy to nod before continuing, "Good boy. I love you Henry, no matter what anyone says, I do." He gave the boy one last squeeze before walking away. He needed to get his life in order or he truly was going to lose everything.

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A feast! A grand feast!

The guest of honor would be arriving soon and everything had to be perfect. He had been preparing this feast for a month. Made sure the roast was fat and plump before cooking; the stuffing for the sweet bread ready for baking, and the meat pies were succulent and juicy. His guest had a voracious appetite and he wanted to ensure that there was more than enough to sate his hunger.

Oh what a glorious feast!

The ingredients were so easily obtained; so desperate to find a way. If only they had known what was in store for them; that their paths would once again intertwine and lead them to become the Main Course for this extravagant feast; the centerfold.

Spices, more spices. Oh what a delicious aroma that fills the air. A tip of wine to sweeten the roast and soon everything will be finished.

A grand feast!

Death will be pleased!