Will clenched his fists in rage as he tried to keep his face from showing the emotions roiling inside him. In the background, he could see a number of men milling around, and he wondered if is Jen was the only woman over there. The idea of her alone with them sickened him, especially since he knew that she was less than faithful to him. "It's good to see you, honey," he said lowly, trying to keep his gaze off her eyes, since she could always tell his mood from his eyes.

"You, too. How's Henry?"

"Coping. He misses you a lot. Do you have any idea when you're coming home?"

JJ shook her head, a flash of guilt shooting across her features as she looked down into her lap. While she was trying to collect herself, Will once more scanned the background, only to find Strauss there, bent over a desk and looking at a map while talking to someone who looked vaguely familiar. "I wish that I did. I'm just trying to do my best here, so that I can get home to you. Will, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to betray your trust, I hope you know that."

Her words barely registered with him, though he did nod a little, trying to evoke sympathy and understanding. She seemed to buy it, though, since she gave him a tender, open, smile. "I know, cher, and I promise that we are going to find our way back to some sort of normal, once you're home. So, what's it like, working with Strauss?"

Will didn't really want to know, he just wanted to talk about something, anything, else. JJ's smile softened even more as she glanced back at her boss before fixing her gaze on him once more. "She's a lot different out of the office. I never saw her in jeans before coming over here, she was always dressed to the nines. The casualness lends her an air of normality, and we're getting along a lot better than I thought we would be. I haven't told her about the baby, yet, since that would endanger the mission, but I did tell Cruz. I just had to let someone know. So far, he isn't treating me with kid gloves, which is great. I mean, if he were to treat me differently, then everyone would know. There aren't a lot of secrets in a camp like this."

"I can only imagine." Will dug his thumbnail into his palm as he gave Jen a small smile. "Well, I should get going. Henry's almost finished with pre-school, and you know they don't like it when we're late picking him up."

"Yeah, I know. Give him an extra kiss for me tonight?"

"I will, Jen. Stay safe."

"You, too. I, I love you?"

"Love you, too." Will disconnected the call before she could say anything else, slamming the lid of the laptop shut. He didn't want to break the device, he just needed to release the burning coal of anger that sat in his heart. A part of him hated saying those words to her, since he wasn't certain if he meant them any longer, and his father had told him to never say those words without intent.

Shaking his head, he stalked over to the window and stared out at the beautiful July weather. There was something that just felt wrong about the bright sunshine streaming into the home when his heart felt consumed by an anger so cold that it burned worse than fire. Angrily, he pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the light as he spun around on his heel and stalked over to the door.

As he drove to Henry's daycare center, he thought about what Jen had told him. He supposed that it was a good thing that she was growing closer to her boss, since that would mean she might be able to wrangle some perks from the woman, like staying home more often. After all, she would have two children to look after soon, even if one of them wasn't his. A small part of him hoped that she would lose the baby, since it wasn't his, but he knew that was a horridly mean thought, one that he shouldn't wish on any person, even if he was inordinately angry with his partner at the moment.

"Fuck," he muttered as he slid behind the wheel and pulled out of the drive. "Daddy always did say that I had a heart three sizes too large."

The drive over to the school didn't take too long, which did surprise him, since normally the traffic was abysmal that time of day. Henry was coloring when he entered the building, and he felt a grin slip across his lips as he leaned against the counter and watched his son. The teacher made her way over to him, happiness radiating off all her features.

"Hey, Will! You're a little early picking Henry up today, did you get off early?" she asked as she rested her forearms against the counter between them. The woman was wearing a low cut blouse, and so it was nothing for him to take a quick peek at her cleavage. After all, JJ had done far more than that and hadn't told him.

"Actually, I have the day off, and just finished a Skype call with JJ. She's itching to be home from this case." He gave the teacher his most hang dog look, causing her to nod sympathetically. In that moment, he really wished that she could show JJ how to properly appreciate a person. "It sounds like this one is going to take forever, though, so it will just be us men hanging around the house for a while."

"Oh, you poor thing, you!" she exclaimed, reaching out to caress his hand softly. Will knew that she was flirting with him, and he relished the attention. It was so easy to lean into her, to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. He knew that JJ loved it when he did that, and it seemed like Henry's teacher was no different, as she giggled softly, a bright blush blooming on her cheeks. "I can only imagine how you're getting along. If you need anything, I'm sure that the mother's here would be more than willing to help you out."

But what she didn't say, though he could read it in her face, was that she was more than willing to help him out in any way that she could. He gave her a winning smile and nodded, watching her blush become more pronounced. "We would love that, cher," he replied, making sure to lay his drawl on thick.

Before the teacher could respond to his flirtation, Henry looked up and grinned. "Daddy!" he cried as he ran over to him, picture in hand. "I drew a picture for Mommy! Do you think we can send it to her?" he asked excitedly as he held the drawing up. Will smiled to see how Henry had portrayed them, all happy, in front of their house, and he nodded.

"I think that your mom would love if we did that, Hen."

He beamed at Will as he ran back over and grabbed his backpack before coming back over to the counter. "Let's go, let's go! The sooner we get home, the sooner you can send a letter to Mommy!"

"I'll drop him off at the same time tomorrow," Will said as he gave the teacher another smile. She nodded and led Henry over to the gate, letting him out. The moment his son was close to him, Will gathered him up in his arms and hugged him tightly before heading outside to the car. This was certainly going to be an interesting few months.