A/N I based this off the chorus of the song A Little Too Much, by Shawn Mendez. Love his music3 :) this is post-Henry is born, pre season 5. Please Read and REVIEW! Love y'all. Prints welcome and GREATLY appreciated.

Reid was staring out the window of the jet, not in his usual spot, asleep in the couch. It had to be almost three in the morning, and it was a long flight. Everyone else had managed to fall asleep, except JJ. She was going over case files and watching him from across the jet. He had been a little off the whole case. She wasn't sure if anyone else had even noticed, but she knew Spence well. She knew something was up. She got up from her seat and went to sit next to him.

"Hey, you okay?" JJ asked him.

He jumped a little, obviously not having heard her approach. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, but with how tired he was, JJ could easily see through him.

"Come on Spence. I may not be a profiler, but I know when something is up with you," JJ replied.

"No one else noticed anything," Reid challenged her.

"Well maybe I just know you better than them then," JJ responded. "Seriously Spence, what's up?"

Reid sighed, not quite sure how to answer, "I-I don't know...This job-everything has just seemed a little... too much lately. Like no matter what we do, it's not enough. Do you ever get that feeling?" Reid asked her.

JJ gave a quiet laugh, "Are you kidding Spence? Of course I do. My job? I pick the cases we take. I choose what cities we go to. I have to choose who I think needs us the most, and just pray I made the right decision. And if I didn't, then if someone dies it's my fault. It feels like playing God," JJ replied. "And you never forget when you make the wrong decision."

"How do you deal with it?" Reid asked quietly, just then realizing that JJ probably had more to deal with than the actual profilers. She saw everything they saw, and she had her job on her plate.

"The same way all you profilers do, I guess. You compartmentalize. And you have to tell yourself that the deaths you can't stop aren't your fault. Even if you don't really believe it," she replied. "Plus when I go home, I have Will and Henry, who is just so small and innocent...It reminds me of the good that's still in the world."

Reid nodded and smiled, thinking of his godson. "You're a great mom. Henry's adorable. It must be nice to come home to that," Reid replied.

"It is. And you'll be a great dad when the time comes," JJ said.

"You think?" he asked. "Most babies don't tend to...like me."

JJ smiled, "You will, Spence, I promise. Henry loves you."

"Yeah, but he's a couple months old," Reid said with a small smile.

"But he stops crying every time you hold him. And come on Spence, he's the kid of a cop and an FBI agent. I think he's already got good taste in people," JJ said with a smirk.

Reid smiled, a real smile. "Thanks JJ," he said.

"Anytime, Spence," she said with a smile, ruffling his hair and standing up to go back to her seat. "Now try and actually get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay. You get some sleep too. Those case files can wait," he replied.

JJ smiled, "I will," she said, putting her case files that she had sitting out away, and Reid turned to face back towards the window.

He felt something inside him that had been twisted, slowly coming undone, whatever it was. Guilt maybe? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that after his conversation with JJ, the pieces inside him fell back into place. And suddenly it didn't seem all too much anymore. And with that thought, he finally allowed himself to fall asleep for the remainder of the flight.

On the other side of the jet, similar thoughts were going through JJ's mind. By he time she had put her files away, and tried to get comfortable, she saw that Spencer had already fallen asleep. She smiled at the innocence that she knew was still in him, even after everything they had seen. She thought about Henry, who had started crawling, and was always babbling. And she honestly couldn't remember how she dealt with everything before she had Will and her beautiful baby boy. They were everything to her now. Her whole world. She looked back at Spencer one more time, and around the jet at her team who was as good as family. And a few minutes later, she had finally allowed herself to fall asleep too.