She heard the hammer cock back only seconds before the trigger was pulled. The bullet went through glass, shattering it completely before ripping through his shirt, his skin, his muscle. Blood splattered everywhere as he fell back, dead before his head bounced off the pavement.
JJ sat up quickly, the nightmare replaying itself over and over again in her mind. There were hands on her, and she fought against them, until she realized that they were soothing instead of attacking, that the low voice speaking to her was a familiar, comforting one.
"JJ," he murmured. "JJ, it's me. You're okay. JJ -"
Her eyes finally focused on Aaron and she remembered. Looking around, she tried to steady her breathing, pushing the hair back out of her face.
"Where's Henry?" she finally asked.
"Dave and Emily are watching him."
She nodded dully. "I should be doing something."
"You've done all you can for now," he said firmly. His eyes searched hers. "You need to rest, JJ."
"I told him it was over."
Aaron frowned. "What?"
"Three days ago. I told him I didn't love him. That this wasn't working. Maybe if I hadn't...maybe..."
His hands came up to her face, forcing her to look at him. "Don't do it, JJ. Don't play this game."
"You did," she said quietly.
"And I almost lost my job, my friends, my son...let us help. We won't let you fall."
She nodded, too tired to argue. "Will you stay?"
He didn't hesitate. "Of course."
She laid down slowly, and Aaron joined her, his arm slowly curling around her waist. He didn't let his eyes close until he felt her breathing even out. And then he tightened his grip and buried his face in her hair, letting himself drift off.