The phone rang, the noise shrill against the silence. JJ stared at it sullenly for a moment, unable to decide whether or not to answer it. But the noise wouldn't stop, and her decision was made for her.
"Jareau," she said dully, leaning her head back against the wall.
"JJ? It's Emily." A small pause. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Do we have a case?"
"No...JJ, what's wrong?"
She sniffed, cradling her head in one hand. "Will."
"Is he alright?"
"He's gone. He left."
"Oh, God...Jayje..."
"I don't know what to do," she whispered.
"Where's Henry?"
"Sleeping."
"Good. Stay right there, JJ. I'll grab Garcia and we'll be there in twenty minutes, okay?"
"Okay."
"Just don't go anywhere."
As she hung up the phone, JJ looked around. A small voice in the back of her head wondered if this was how Hotch had felt, coming home to an empty house, the world he knew completely gone.
Leaning back and closing her eyes, she felt tears slide down her face.