Will had been extremely annoyed to get the early morning phone call from Strauss, informing him that JJ was coming home for a week to recover from her accident. She had been quite insistent that he take care of his lover, since she was a bit fragile, and things were still touch and go with the pregnancy. And then, she had let him in on the small fact that JJ thought she had lost the baby. She had asked him to treat JJ with kid gloves and tell JJ that it was a small miracle that the fetus had survived the bombing. Strauss had intimated that the news would strengthen their relationship.

And that was when the first stirrings of revenge began to move in his brain. He could convince JJ that she had lost her bastard child, and then take care of the evidence of her betrayal when it came time for her to deliver. After all, if JJ thought the baby was dead, then he wouldn't have to deal with raising a child that wasn't his.

So, Will made the journey to the airfield and waited for her plane to land, intent on putting his plan into action. As he waited, he fingered the instrument of his deception, the small bottle of pills that would make JJ more susceptible to his whisperings in her ear.

The smile that crept over his face as the plane landed was far from nice, and he had to fight with his emotions to look happy, since he didn't want JJ to even think that something was up with him. She was too smart by half, and he wanted this plan to go off without a hitch. That smile faltered a little, however, when JJ was helped off the plane by her liaison, Matteo Cruz. She was leaning on him heavily, and jealousy flared up in his breast as he began to frown.

Getting out of the car, he ambled over to the plane and welcomed her into his arms, holding her tightly as she began to sob. "I'm so glad that you're here, Will," she managed to gasp out, and he could feel the small rise of her pregnancy press into his stomach, disgusting him.

"I would never leave you to go through this alone, cher," he replied smoothly, rubbing her back gently as he guided her over to their car. Throwing one last, dark, look at Cruz, he helped her into the passenger seat and then slipped behind the wheel and took off for home. "Henry's at preschool right now, and I'm having the neighbor bring him home later this afternoon. I didn't think that you would want him to see you like this."

"Thank you," she whispered brokenly, and he nodded, the love he still had for her in his heart choosing that moment to shine through. Reaching over, he clasped her hand for a moment before settling it back on the wheel. Their drive was quiet, save for the occasional sniffle that came from her side, and he drove a little faster, wanting her to be home before she broke down once more.

After he'd parked in the garage, he got out and made his way over to her side, watching her through the glass of the vehicle. It was like she hadn't even registered the fact that she was home, and he sighed and shook his head before opening the door, taking hold of her hand and leading her up the few steps into the house. "Do you want to crash on the couch or head up to bed?" he asked, trying to sound as kind as possible.

"I want to sleep in my own bed," she murmured, and he nodded as he guided her upstairs and into their bedroom. JJ didn't even bother to take her shoes off before curling up on the mattress, her head thumping down on the pillow.

"The medic over there faxed a prescription over for you to take. I'll be right back with a glass of water, okay?"

She gave a small nod, and Will reached out and ruffled her hair lightly before heading into the master bathroom and filling a small glass. Returning to her side, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, fishing out the bottle of pills from his pocket. Popping off the lid, he shook two out into his palm and offered them to her. Wordlessly, she placed them in her mouth before reaching her hand out for the water.

After a few sips, she handed the glass back to him before closing her eyes heavily. "I just want to sleep for a week, Will. I just don't want to hurt anymore. I lost the baby."

"I know. Strauss told me that I have to take care of you, to help you deal with the loss." He stroked her hair gently as she fell asleep, and that was when he began to make his move. "You were never supposed to have this child, Jen. It was a mistake from the very beginning. And if you hadn't been so obstinate in insisting to go on that mission, you wouldn't have lost her. This is all your fault."

In her sleep, her brow knitted together in confusion and anger, as if her subconscious wanted to refute those words. Instead, she pulled away from him, turning onto her other side, a small whimper tearing from her throat. A small part of him was sorry to make her suffer, but the larger part of him was glad that she was. It was but a small sampling of what she deserved, after all. Standing up, he picked up a thin blanket and draped it over her body before taking the glass and dumping the excess water out.

He only had one week to make certain that all his subliminal messages took root in his lover's mind, and he knew that he had to put them to good use. Though he didn't really want to, he kicked off his shoes and curled his body around JJ's. Once he was comfortable, he positioned her so that her ear was close to his lips. "Henry will never know that he has a sibling now, since you lost the baby. Your selfishness has cost him what you had with Ros. Is that really the memories that you want to leave with him? That his mother didn't care enough about his baby brother or sister to stay out of harm's way?"

Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and Will paused a moment, wondering if she was awake. Gently, he scratched the bare skin of her arm, knowing that if she was awake, she'd react, and sighed with relief when she didn't even flinch. Still, he waited for a few moments longer, since he wanted to be certain that she was deeply asleep before starting up his litany of the ways in which she had failed him, failed Henry, and failed their future as a family. Some way or another, he was going to make her suffer, this was just the tip of the iceberg, as far as he was concerned.