What? JJ thought, she had no idea why she would call out to Hotch. "I...I.. uhh... I can't... tell you why... until I figure it out myself." She admitted. Hotch nodded in understanding.

She thought for what seemed like forever, but couldn't think of any explanation as to why she had called his name. And then it came to her, a memory of before she was given the anesthisia. Her last thought before the powerful drug had taken over. Hotch. She needed him. Needed him more than she had ever needed anyone before. But she didn't know why. Was it because she knew him so well? Was it because she knew she could trust him, in her moment of weakness, powerless, and surounded by strangers who held her life in their hands, the only ones she could rely on were her team, and he's the leader or that team, her good friend, and the one she knew she could trust no matter what the cost? Or was it something more... ? She didn't know.

"You should get some sleep now, JJ. I'll tell you everything you want to know once you wake up." Hotch's voice jolted her out of her thoughts.

"Everything?" She questioned, because he couldn't answer her most important question: Why had she called for him?

"About the unsub, and the team during the time you were asleep. I know this is hard for you, JJ. So that's why I don't want everybody in here crowding you. You still have some memory loss and for now I think it's best to just have one visitor." She nodded, showing she agreed with his plan. "If you'd rather have Prentiss or Garica than me, I can go get one of them."

"No. Stay." She said sleepily.

"I promise, I will." He whispered, grabbing her hand in his. "I'll be right here when you wake up. Now, go to sleep." With that she drifted into the world of dreams.

-o-o-o-o-o-o

Present Day: Hotch's House

JJ woke up and looked around her. She wasn't home, and this certainly didn't look like a hotel room. Suddenly, it all came back to her. The bombing, Will, Hotch. She was in the guest room of Hotch's house. She got up and found her go-bag across the room by the door.

After getting dressed, and pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail, she made her way down to Hotch's kitchen. Where is he? She wondered. Then she saw the tiny slip of paper on the counter. To most people, Aaron Hotchner's handwriting was illegible, but to her it was as clear as day because she had seen it almost every day for the past 5 years. The note said: Gone to pick up Jack, help yourself to whatever's in the cupboards. I'll be back soon. If you need anything, call.

Jack. She had forgotten all about Jack. Hotch normally picked up his son at Jessica's right after he left work, but last night he had been too caught up in comforting her, that he'd let Jack spend the night with his Aunt Jess.

She started to make some coffee for herself, but it wasn't finished before a very excited Jack came running into the house, followed by his tired looking father. The little boy appeared to be headed to his bedroom, but stopped when he saw JJ. He ran up to her and gave her a huge hug. "Ms. Jareau!" He exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

Right as he said this, Hotch entered the room. "She's going to stay with us for a bit, okay buddy?" He answered. Jack nodded excitedly, and finally let go of her.

"Yes, I am." She confirmed, smiling at the little boy, who was the spitting image of his father. "Why don't you go put your stuff away, and I'll be up to play with you in a minute?" He nodded, and ran up the stairs.

Once the two were alone, the smile Hotch wore around his son faded. "How are you?" He asked sincerely.

She started to smile and say she was fine but thought again, she couldn't fool him, and why should she try? It's pointless to lie to somebody who actually cares. "It feels like he ripped my heart in two and left it beating in my chest." She replied, tears burning her eyes and threatening to escape them.

"I know the feeling." He replied. "It's not going to be an easy ride, but eventually that feeling will go away. Over time, bit by bit, that hole in your heart will start to repair. It's never all gone, but it does get smaller, JJ."

"Ms. Jareau!" Jack yelled, from the top of the stairs.

"I'd better go." She said. "And Hotch, thank you." She added as she passed him to go upstairs with Jack.

"What are we playing?" She asked Jack, sitting down on his bed.

"Cars."

After a few minutes of playing with the small cars, he looked up at her. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Of course, why do you ask?" She said, smiling.

"You're crying."

He reached a tiny hand up to brush a tear off her cheek. She couldn't help but smile at his gesture through the tears. "Is it because of Daddy?" He asked.

"What?" She replied, confused. She couldn't even imagine Hotch ever making her cry, he'd never do anything to hurt her.

"Mommy used to cry all the time because Daddy broke her heart. Did Daddy do that to you too?"

She shook her head, and tried to smile but couldn't. "Someone broke my heart, but it wasn't your Daddy. It was Henry's Daddy. " She wiped away the last few tears, and looked up to see Hotch standing in the doorway. She wondered how much of their conversation he had heard, but she knew when she saw the pain in his eyes. She got up and turned to Jack. "I'm going to go talk to you Daddy now." She announced, walking towards Hotch. The little boy nodded then turned back around and continued pushing the cars around his room.

"Can we talk?" She asked Hotch. He nodded. They started to walk down the stairs. Once they were out of Jack's ear shot, they sat down on the couch and she turned to him. "Did you hear... What Jack said?"

He looked at the floor. "Yes." His answer was barely audible. "Do you think it's true? That I did something to break her heart, and make her file for divorce?"

"No." She said, honestly. "It's not your fault that she couldn't accept the fact that your job is who you are, not just what you do. You save lives, and insure that justice is served, and she was too selfish to see that. Without your job you wouldn't be the wonderful, caring, man you are, who is the best at saving people."

"I wasn't the best when it came to saving her."

JJ's eyes grew wide as she realized that he blamed himself for Haley's death. "That wasn't your fault. It was Foyet's. You couldn't have gotten there any faster, it's just not possible. I'm sorry, but nobody could have saved her, not even you. The only person you can blame, is dead because you killed him." When he didn't respond, she added. "She broke her own heart. And made the biggest mistake of her life letting go of someone as nice as you." If it were anyone else, she would have been worried that her last sentence sounded like she was in love with him but she knew he'd understand the way she meant it.

"Thanks JJ, I really needed that."

"What? Honesty? Well maybe you should talk to me more often, I'm nothing if not honest."

"I'm sorry. I don't talk to you very much outside of work, do I?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"What we do, it takes up a lot of our time. And whatever free time we have we spend with those we love. You with Jack. Morgan and some girl. Garcia and Kevin. Emily and Sergio. Rossi and whatever soon-to-be-ex-wife he has now. Me and Will and Henry." As she said the last words tears started to form in her eyes. Will was no longer her family, and she had to accept that. But without him her family was broken. She was glad that Henry was staying with her parents for a few days. Then a thought popped into her head. What if Will took Henry?