A/N: Short, and it may feel a bit rushed, but that's ok.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

Two cuts turned into four, which progressed to eight. Within four days, JJ had pretty much spiralled downwards.

Sitting on the floor of the shower after Henry had gone to bed, JJ had made a tiny, shallow cut on her forearm. Holding it under the stream of water, she watched as the faint pink water swirled down the drain.

Deep down, she knew that she was getting worse.

She knew that she needed help. She needed help dealing with her pain over Will's death, the pain of having to bring a child into the world who would never know his or her father.

She needed help before she completely lost control.

"Mommy, you're bleeding!" was the first thing Henry said when JJ came into the kitchen, having gotten dressed and tied her hair back. At least today, she felt half human.

"I know," JJ said softly, sitting down in the chair next to his.

Much like a monkey, Henry climbed from his chair into JJ's lap, leaning back against her. Placing his hand on her arm, he looked at the thin cut that was the source of the blood.

"You got an ouchie," Henry said quietly, turning his head and looking up at his mom. JJ nodded slightly, kissing the top of Henry's head.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"Why you sad always?" Henry asked innocently.

"Because I miss your daddy so much," JJ replied, brushing his blonde hair back from his eyes. Henry looked sad for a minute, averting his eyes down.

"I miss him too," he told her, just before there was a knock on the door. JJ kissed his head again, lifting him back onto his chair, before going to answer the door.

JJ smiled slightly as she opened the door to find Spencer on the doorstep. "Spence, hi"

"Hi, JJ," Spencer replied softly. JJ stepped aside to allow him in, closing the door behind her.

"How have you been?" Spencer asked warmly. JJ shrugged.

"Day by day," was her only reply.

"Uncle 'Pence!" Henry shrieked, running to his godfather. Spencer broke into a huge grin, swinging the little boy up onto his hip.

"Hi there little man. How are you today?" he asked, in a very formal voice that made Henry giggle. JJ smiled, moving back into the kitchen.

"I good, Uncle 'Pence. But Mommy has an ouchie," Henry informed him, pouting slightly.

"That's not too good, is it?" Spencer chuckled, moving towards the kitchen.

"Do you want a coffee, Spence?" JJ asked.

"Coffee would be great, thanks, JJ," Spencer called back. Putting Henry down, he walked into the kitchen, Henry right behind him.

Walking over to stand beside JJ, he opened his mouth to speak as she reached up to grab two mugs.

Surprising JJ, Spencer reached out in a flash and grabbed her wrist.

"JJ...what's that?" he asked softly, pointing towards the three thin red cuts on her forearm. JJ dropped her gaze, the shame evident on her face.

Turning around, Spencer knelt down in front of Henry. "Buddy, can you go and watch Spongebob for me? I want to know what happens," he asked. Henry nodded happily, practically skipping into the lounge room to put on a Spongebob DVD.

Standing up again, Spencer turned back to JJ. "JJ...what's going on? How long has it been going on?"

JJ looked up at him, her eyes growing awfully bright. "About four days...it's so hard without Will...the other day, I completely snapped at my mom and made her go home. Then I locked myself in my room, and I didn't even think about Henry...he was outside the door, crying, calling out for me. I'm such a terrible mother for doing that...I'm a mess, Spence," she choked out, tears slipping out and running down her cheeks. Spencer placed one hand on her shoulder, tipping her chin up slightly with his other hand.

"JJ, you are not a terrible mother. Henry couldn't have a better mother if he asked for one. Sometimes, yes, it does get really difficult, and the other day, your emotion got the better of you. But Henry seems to have forgotten about it. It's only been two months since Will died, JJ, it's hard on both of you. But please...JJ, please, don't hurt yourself. I've been on that end. I hurt myself for such a long time by taking Dilaudid. I was a physical and emotional wreck, and I don't want to see you end up the same way. Please, JJ, for me...don't hurt yourself again," Spencer begged softly. The pain in his voice broke JJ's heart.

JJ struggled to find the words she needed to answer Spencer. He looked so heartbroken...so scared for her.

"I promise," she whispered as Spencer pulled her into a gentle hug.

This was a promise she couldn't break. Because she couldn't possibly cause her best friend more pain than he'd already felt in his lifetime.