Finally back home, JJ curled up on the couch. She turned the tv on, flicked through the channels, and finally settled on the news. Her eyes were beginning to close when Will plonked himself down at the other end of the couch, making her jump.

"Sorry," Will apologised, reaching out to calm JJ before she managed to fall off the couch.

"No, that's okay. I was falling asleep, I guess. I didn't see you come in," JJ replied, moving so that she was now laying the opposite way with her head in Will's lap.

Will gently stroked JJ's hair, something that he knew would relax her tense body. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

"I'm okay. I guess I just miss the boys, that's all," she sighed, melting into her husband's touch.

"They'll be home in a few hours."

"I know."

"So... what's really bothering you then?"

JJ smiled a little. Will knew her so well. She wasn't sure why she was trying to hide her feelings from him- he could always see right through her. Slowly, she turned her body so that she was on her back, though her head was still snug in his lap.

"There's something I want to talk to you about," JJ finally said.

"I'm listening."

"It's about work."

"You haven't been cleared for work, JJ..."

"I know. I'm not talking about a clearance. If I'm honest, I don't think I'll be ready to go back for a long while."

"Are you in pain?" Will asked, concern lacing his voice.

"No. I'm a bit tired, but not in pain."

"Good. I'm relieved about that. So, what's on your mind?"

JJ was silent for a moment, thinking over what she had to say. It wasn't that she didn't think Will would understand or like her choice- it was quite the opposite, in fact- but she wanted to choose her words carefully.

"Well..." she began, fiddling with her wedding ring until Will gently moved her right hand away from her left hand and held it firmly in his own right hand. "I've come to a decision."

"About?"

"My job."

"Alright. Tell me about it," Will prompted.

"I don't want to do it anymore," JJ blurted out.

"You don't want to work for the FBI?"

"I mean, maybe in some capacity? But not for the BAU anymore. I love my team, really I do. I just don't think I can do the job anymore. I'm sick of travelling across the country each week, tired of missing out on so much of the boys' lives. I'm tired of feeling homesick all the time. I want to be here, with you, Henry and Michael."

Will was quiet for a moment, but JJ could tell it was because he was choosing his next words carefully.

"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" he finally asked her.

"Yes. I've been thinking about it for a couple of months, honestly. This latest case sort of cinched it for me, but then when I ended up underneath all that rubble... I knew I was done, Will. I don't regret anything about my career... except maybe the State Department stint... because this career is how I met you. I never would have found the most amazing and kind man, never would have had the boys, if I didn't have this career. But, I'm done. I've given enough time and energy to this job, now it's time for me to have a life I actually want." She looked up at Will. "I know we had a plan, but I don't want you to give up your job if you aren't done, okay?"

Will smiled. "Well... since you mentioned it... I'm not done with Metro PD, not by a long shot. There is an opportunity, however, for me to take a promotion and be the next captain in my unit. Joe's retiring in three months, and he's recommended I take his place."

JJ sat upright, a smile growing. "So, you wouldn't be in the field anymore?"

"I would still go out there if it's necessary, but the field work is pretty limited. It's a nine to five job, so I can still have normal hours and be around more than I usually am on work days. And, unless there's a real need, I would have the weekends off. I was going to put in for it, but I wanted to tell you first."

"You should! You've worked so hard, it's about time you're recognised for the hard work you always put in."

"I'll let Joe know a bit later, then. So, if you really don't want to work for the FBI anymore, what do you want to do?"

"Honestly? I want to be a mum. I don't want to work anymore."

"Okay. Then, you need to tell Emily, at the very least, and put in a resignation. You've worked for the FBI for over a decade, JJ, that should be good enough for retirement."

"I will tell the whole team, but not until Monday. I want to be sure I won't change my mind."

"If you've been thinking of this for months, you aren't likely to change your mind now. But, if you want to wait, that's okay. I won't say a word to anyone. I will say this, though. You best prepare yourself for tears from Garcia and Spencer. You should probably make it clear that you want to still keep in touch with them, that they can still come visit."

JJ smiled, her eyes lighting up for the first time in what Will was sure had been months, maybe even years.