Everyone had come over for dinner. Nothing special, but the team needed to regroup, to spend somet time together that didn't involve murderers and profiles. They just needed to be human, and JJ had been more than happy to have them over at her place.
But then the doorbell rang, and she found herself face-to-face with two detectives from Will's precinct, and all the air sucked out of her lungs.
"JJ," one began, his expression pained and broken. "JJ, he -"
She shook her head. "Don't," she whispered. "Don't say that."
His eyes were watering. "JJ, I'm so sorry."
The floor ripped out from underneath her, and her knees gave way. Someone caught her from behind and pulled her against a strong chest, but it didn't matter. A cry of utter grief tore from her chest and she collapsed.
He was gone.