It took me a while to actually be able to doze off, but sleeping wasn't in the cards. I would've thought that by now I'd passed out from exhaustion.
Rossi however, was snoring as he sat, fast asleep on the chair. I couldn't help but grin at the sight of him and for a moment I wished I could take a picture so that I could tease him with it later.
It had me wondering where my phone was. It was probably in evidence, or with Garcia if she wasn't here. She would sift through it, looking for anything useful. I sighed as that thought took over every other, and even though I tried to focus on the good—I had been rescued after all—it took over everything.
"What's on your mind?" Rossi asked, startling me out of my thoughts. I looked up as he rubbed his eyes.
"Just...thinking about my phone," I said, and he chuckled.
"Your phone is fine, it's with Will. He found it when he came home." Rossi stood to his feet and moved to stand next to the bed. "You know what happened?"
"Not really," I replied, knowing he was thinking about how I was taken. "All I remember is waking up in the basement of that house."
"Well, going on evidence in your house there was quite a struggle. Some minor things were broken—Will already took care of that after the scene was processed—and your phone was on the kitchen counter next to your groceries. The way I think it happened is you heard something and went to check it out, got ambushed and fought like hell. The guys were probably way too strong though, and with at least two of them and they overpowered you."
"Yea, I guess." I didn't want to think about but Rossi had turned on his profiler and was just trying to keep me relaxed. I appreciated that. "My wrist was broken obviously and my shoulder was dislocated in the struggle."
"And going by the bruises on your face they really did a number on you even after you passed out," Rossi added. He stared at my for a moment, his face set in a hard mask. "They're lucky they're dead because I think there are more than enough of us that would want to kill them."
It was the first time that I had seen him actually say something so hard and it felt strange, even though it was a good strange. I had never really spent much time with Rossi, but I knew that I would make an effort once I got out of the hospital. He had showed me a different side of him that I really liked.
"Thanks for saying that. I know that's not true for all of you."
"Except maybe Hotch because he's a stickler for the rules. And Garcia because she's way too soft. Everyone else would enjoy a go at them." He smiled then, a genuine smile that reached into my heart. "You're loved JJ."
"Thank you Dave."
"Now don't jump, because Will and Henry are walking up to the door," he said without even looking up, without letting the smile fall from his face. I glanced at the door just as it opened and there they were, my husband and son.
Will looked at me like I was going to break, his demeanor showing more insecurity than I'd ever seen with him while Henry grinned, and pulled his hand from Will's. He ran up to me, and looked up with a sparkle in his eyes.
"Did you get the bad guy?" he asked excitingly. I looked at Rossi, who smiled and lifted Henry in his arms.
"I'm going to put you next to your mom but you have to promise me to be careful, okay?" he said, waiting for Henry to nod his head before he put him down next to my legs. Henry rearranged so that he sat next to my hips, and looked at me expectantly.
"Uncle Dave got the bad guy this time," I said looking up at Rossi. He winked at me and Henry, and my son flashed him his picture perfect smile. My heart couldn't get any bigger at the sight of him, a welcome change from all the anger on everyone's faces.
"Is that why you are here?" Henry asked softly, looking at me with all the curiosity of his age. I smiled, and with my good hand pulled him into my side where he settled in, content to be close to me.
"Yes baby, that's why I'm here," I replied after a moment, where both Rossi and Will stared at me. "Mommy tried to fight the bad guy but he was a little bit stronger."
"You're still my hero," Henry muttered, a smile in his voice. He sat up, pushing his hand into my bruised side to steady himself. I gritted my teeth and pulled into my lungs with a hiss, but he didn't seem to notice as he practically jumped up and down.
Rossi came to my rescue when he saw my reaction and lifted Henry off the bed. "I told you to be careful kid...mommy is in pain," he said gently, and Henry looked up at me with a frown before he seemed to get it. He looked down at his hands and nodded his head.
"Sorry mommy," he said softly as he made his way to Will. Will finally stepped forward, and I took a deep breath.
"He missed you," he said, looking down at Henry.
"I missed him too," I replied quickly. "I missed you too, Will."
My throat closed up when tears found their way to my eyes. He looked at me, that sparkle of love in his eyes and I couldn't stop the tears anymore. Rossi cleared his throat and said something to Henry, but all I could see was Will and everything else was so far away.
"How are you feeling?" He slowly stepped closer and then, without paying much attention to the way I flinched, sat down next to my on the bed. I licked my lips as I looked at his leg pressing against mine and then back up at his face.
"Like I'm broken."