A/N: My day was surprisingly uneventful. The end may prick your eyes with tears.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

Emily dropped herself down beside JJ on the rug as they watched their crazy dysfunctional family running riot in the LaMontagne backyard. Will, who if JJ was honest, looked like hell, had mustered up enough energy to come out and join them for a little while, and was now sitting with Rossi and Beth, laughing (however weak his laugh was, JJ was just glad to see him smiling) at something Rossi was saying.

Jack was perched on Hotch's shoulders, giggling as Hotch chased after Morgan, who had Henry on his shoulders. When Hotch tripped and fell into Morgan, sending the four of them crashing into the grass, they laughed hysterically. Garcia grinned, snapping photos of the four males in the grass, while Spencer watched his godson, smiling widely, standing just behind her.

"G'anma! Did you see me?" Henry shrieked happily as he sprinted across the grass and jumped into Sandy's open arms.

"I sure did, munchkin! You're a silly boy," she teased, tapping his nose. Henry giggled.

"I'm not silly, you are!" he laughed. Sandy laughed, turning and walking towards where her son-in-law was sitting.

Emily reached across, jostling JJ's knee slightly. "You ok? You look distracted," she said gently.

JJ shrugged, leaning back on her hands and heaving a sigh. "I'm just thinking...about how it won't be too long until all this is gone. We only have a matter of weeks," she replied heavily.

"You can't keep dwelling on the negatives, Jayje. You just have to enjoy the time you guys have left," Emily explained. Shuffling closer, she put her arm around the blonde. "You three are an amazing family...cherish the good times"

"It's just...," JJ trailed off, exhaling heavily to try and fight back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. "I'm going to miss so much about him when he's gone. The way he says my name...the way he looks at me when he's happy. I'm just going to miss him full stop," she said tearfully, bringing her hand up to wipe the lower line of her eyes.

"If you weren't going to miss him, we'd be a little worried about your relationship," Emily said lightly. JJ laughed weakly, sniffing. A moment of silence befell the two, before JJ let out a sob, causing the tears to spill freely. Looking up at Emily with heartbreaking tear filled blue eyes, she admitted something she'd been wanting to tell someone since Will first told her he was going to die.

"I'm t-t-terrified of it being jus-just me a-and Henry. I don't want...to be on my own," she stammered. Emily could feel the tears pricking her eyes as she pulled JJ into a tight hug. A quick glance around saw that no-one else had noticed. Emily was quietly glad that Will was still engrossed in conversation; he already worried enough about how JJ was coping without seeing her breaking down again.

"Jayje...you're not going to be on your own. You have all of us, you have your mom...and you know that no matter what, Will will always be with you"

"JJ," Will called out from his current position, curled on his side in their bed. When a few moments passed and she still hadn't come into the room, he called out again. "JJ"

JJ entered the room quickly, worry etched in expression. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

Will winced as he moved slightly, sending pain through his abdomen. His spleen and liver had become enlarged and painful over the past few days, another stage that Dr Ramsell assured was normal. "I think I'm gonna be sick...but I can' move"

JJ's reflexes were honed by now (as was her iron stomach). Swiftly, she grabbed the bucket that had been used more frequently over the last couple of days and made it back to the bedside in record time. She held the bucket below his chin as he lifted his head from the pillow, rubbing small circles on his upper back as he emptied the contents of his stomach, which were minimal anyway due to his rapidly decreasing appetite.

Waiting until she was sure his vomiting had ceased, JJ moved back into the bathroom, dumping the bucket in the bottom of the shower and turning the water on. Grabbing a warm washcloth, she rung it out, and took it back to her sick husband, kneeling down beside the bed.

"You honestly must hate me," Will mumbled as she gently wiped his mouth.

"How could I ever hate you?" JJ said softly, setting the cloth down on the nightstand. Folding her forearms on the edge of the mattress, she rested her chin on them as she quirked her eyebrows at her husband.

"You spend all your time now lookin' after me. You can't go anywhere, 'cause I'm too sick to leave the house-"

"Will, I love you. I do this because I love you, and I care about you. I want you to be comfortable...," she trailed off, realising what she'd been about to say.

"When I go," Will finished for her. JJ nodded, swallowing thickly to quell the lump in her throat.

"Yeah," she whispered.

"It's ok...it's reality, we can't hide from it," he said reassuringly.

"I know, it's just..."

"JayJay...what were you cryin' about the other day? When you were talkin' to Emily?" Will asked softly. JJ's eyes darted up to his; she didn't think he'd noticed.

"Nothing," she mumbled. Will reached out, gently tipping her chin up.

"Don't lie to me," he teased gently. JJ sighed softly, looking straight into his mirror image blue eyes.

"I was saying...I'm terrified of it just being me and Henry, and that I don't want to be on my own," she said in a tear filled whisper. Will beckoned for her to come closer. She did so, allowing him to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'm sorry that this has become your life. I'm sorry that this is your reality. I'm sorry that I'm the cause of your pain. I'm sorry that I won't be able to be there for you. But I promise that I'll always be with you in your heart"

Forcing his eyes open, Will squinted at the clock on his nightstand, reading that it was just past two in the morning. Sighing softly, he resettled under the covers, attempting to get comfortable in order to go to sleep. He had just closed his eyes when he heard a muffled sob coming from the other side of the bed.

It only took him a split second to realise JJ was crying.

Shuffling a little closer, he draped his arm over her side, pulling her in closer. JJ froze, trying to hide her tears.

"'S alright," he said softly. At that, she rolled over, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in against his neck, her tears soaking the collar of his T-shirt.

"It's ok," he whispered, rubbing her back as she clung onto him, not wanting to let go for all he was worth.