(Hey everyone! Here is chapter three! I'm pumped that everyone is really enjoying the story. I hope you enjoy this new installment. Also, I recently added a chapter to Something Desired, and the final chapter of Nothing Left should be coming within the next couple of days. So check them out! Anywho, here's the chapter, please review!)

"The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it." Albert Einstein

Emily

The weekend passes in beautiful, bliss. No cases come in and we spend the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday lounging around the house, luxoriating in each other's company. Unfortunately, Monday morning comes, as it always must. When I wake, JJ is missing from her place in bed beside me. I stumble sleepily down the stairs to find her sitting at the kitchen table, cradling a cup of coffee. Her legs are crossed underneath her rounded stomach and she is staring out the window into the backyard, her eyes far away.

"I thought you were cutting back?" I muse with a smile.

She turns to face me with a small smile. "It's decaf."

I can't help but wrinkle my nose. "Gross. What's the point?" I lean in and kiss her cheek, letting my hand run over her belly. "What are you doing up, anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"The baby was kicking?"

She shakes her head, then looks back out the window. "Nope. Just can't sleep."

"I'm sorry baby." I pad into the kitchen and start up the keurig. "Do you need to shower?"

"No, I'm good."

"Alright, then I'm gonna hop in." I slide my favorite mug underneath the machine and press start. It's made of blue glass with a picture of the Space Needle etched into it in white, with small block letters spelling out 'Seattle, WA' underneath it. It's simple, but serves as a souvenier from the first trip JJ and I took together. We had taken off four days from the unit, six months after we had started dating. We flew out to Seattle and stayed in an amzing bed and breakfast, a rustic treehouse lodge overlooking a lake. We had been total tourists, even though we had been several times for work. We visited museums and the Seattle Aquarium, even taken in a soccer game at CenturyLink Field, much to JJ's delight. The last night we were there we went to the Space Needle and indulged in a wonderful dinner. JJ had worn an emerald green dress and red lipstick. When I watched her taking in the city, a glass of wine in her hand, I had been consummed with an adoration I had never felt before. It's the moment I realized that I loved Jennifer Jareau, and I didn't want to ever lose her.

I head upstairs and hop in the shower. I hurry through drying my hair, putting on my makeup. I go back downstairs to grab my coffee and find JJ still at the kitchen table.

"Babe what are you doing? You've gotta get moving, we're gonna be late." She looks over at me, startled.

"What?"

"JJ, it's super late, you need to get ready for work."

"Oh shit." She stands up and hurries up the stairs.

"We need to leave in like twenty minutes!" I call out after her. She had been distracted all weekend. I grab my cup of coffee and start to get dressed.

Somehow, she manages to get ready in the brief time. By the time I'm unlocking the safe and pulling out our guns, she is coming downstairs, dressed and pulling her hair into a low ponytail.

"Y'know, I never stop being amazed by you." I tell her. She laughs and leans in to kiss me.

"That's how I like it." I hand over her gun and open the front door, walking to the SUV as I holster my own weapon. JJ follows a few steps behind. I slide behind the wheel as she buckles in to the passenger seat. I pull away from the curb, making my way onto the highway. I begin flipping through radio stations, finally settling on an old Nirvana song. I let myself hum along as we slowly became immeshed in traffic on 95. I tap along to the beat on the steering wheel as our car comes to a standstill.

"Man I've always loved Nirvana. Their music was the soundtrack to my high school experience. When Cobain died, I was just, devastated. Did you listen to them? Well, I can't really picture you being the Nirvana type. What did you listen to when you were angsty? JJ?" I finally looked over at her and saw the tears pouring down her face. "JJ! What's wrong?" I reached out to try to grab her hand and she tore it way.

"I'm fine!" she gasped. She swiped her hands across her cheeks and then tore them through her hair. "I'm fine, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. What's wrong? Is it the baby?" I could feel panic begin to stir up in my veins.

"No! No… I'm just, I don't feel safe here."

My brow furrows. "Don't feel safe here? Like, in the SUV?"

"Yes! Well, no. I don't feel safe, out here. There's too many people. I just-" I watch her helplessly, completely baffled by this turn of events.

"Too many people? Jayje we're the only one's here."

She turns her head to me, her eyes wide with a terror I've never seen from her. "But we're here, on this highway. Nothing is protecting us. What if something happens? What if there was an accident? Or an attack? It can't be safe to be in a place with so many people gathered together, it makes us a target, especially when we're headed to Quantico. It's not safe. We're not safe!"

"JJ calm down!"

"I am calm! I'm just trying to keep our baby safe!"

"Okay… Okay… What do you want me to do? We have to be on this road in order to get to work."

"I can't- I need to go home. Now!"

"What do you want me to do, JJ? We are literally stuck in traffic in the middle of 95. I can't go anywhere-"

"I need you to take me home, Emily. Please." She now reaches across the console and grabs my hand, clutching it so hard it felt like she would break it. Her tear streaked face breaks my heart. "Please baby. I just need to go home. Please take me home. Please. I need you to take me back home."

I find myself nodding at my beautiful wife. "Okay, baby. I'll get you home. But it's going to take me a minute, okay? Just hold on for me." She nods frantically back at me and I wipe tears from her cheek. I turn back to the road. I flip on my lights, feeling slightly guilty for misusing my power, and merge on to the nearest access road.

I arrive at the office a full hour and a half late. I had called Hotch to let him know that JJ would be taking a sick day of course, but I still feel bad as a hurry across the bull pen, setting my things down at my desk.

"Everything okay, Prentiss?"

I sigh and turn to face Derek. "Yeah, it' all fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He regards me in silence for a moment. "Did you and JJ have a fight?"

I finally turn to face him. "Not so much. We were headed here and she just… Freaked out."

"Freaked out? What do you mean?"

I shrug, at a loss for words. "I don't know, I mean we were driving here and listening to the radio and I was talking, and I look over and she's just crying. Like scary, silent tears. And so I tried to ask her what was wrong and she just kept saying that she didn't feel safe, and that she wanted to go home." I shrug out of my blazer. "So I took her home."

"Why didn't she feel safe?" Dereck's eyebrows were pulled in in confusion.

"I don't know! Like I said, it just kind of came out of the blue."

"Well did something change recently?"

I rack my brain. "Well she was at the White Collar office on Friday right before the explosion. She was really upset but we spent all weekend together, it never came back up. And it said on the news that they caught the guy."

Dereck leaned back in his chair. "Well, maybe this is just a pregnancy thing, y'know? Her hormones are all over the place. I remember when my sister was pregnant I once said that she looked like she was having a healthy pregnancy and she started cryin' and carrying on for hours. Pregnancy does crazy things!"

I scoff. "But that's not JJ. Really she hasn't been any moodier during the pregnancy." He raises his eyebrows at me and I laugh then concede, "Okay she's a little more likely to tear up at a pet commercial. But this was just so unlike her."

"Has she been getting enough sleep?"

I think about it. "Well… Probably not as much as she should be. She was already up and downstair when I woke up this morning."

"She's probably just tired. She's tired, and excited about the baby coming, and nervous about juggling work, and it's all a little bit overwhelming. She just needs a little time to sort herself out. JJ's strong, she's gonna fine."

I smile at my partner, thankful for his reassuring words. "You're right. Of course. She'll be fine. I just don't like her being so upset."

"I know you don't. But that's what makes you a great wife." I give him a smile, and we turn back to our respective omputers.