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by e7475o7475

e jerjes

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1.

It was a rare, quiet afternoon at home, the kind where the house felt peaceful and calm. The kids were at a friend's house for the weekend, leaving Will and JJ with some rare time to themselves. They'd spent the morning doing chores around the house, talking about everything and nothing, and now they were taking a short break to relax.

JJ had been feeling a bit off all morning. She couldn't quite place it, but there was this constant nagging feeling in her lower abdomen that wouldn't go away. She tried to ignore it as they went about their day, but the pressure was starting to get uncomfortable. She had barely thought about it when they sat down on the couch, but after a few minutes, she felt the familiar urge creeping in. She needed to pee. And bad.

She bit her lip, trying to ignore it. She could wait. It wasn't like it was an emergency... or was it? The pressure kept building, and before long, it was undeniable. She looked over at Will, who was flipping through a magazine.

"Hey, Will," she said, her voice a little more strained than usual. "I... I think I need the device again."

Will looked up immediately, his expression softening. He had become accustomed to these moments, to the new routine they'd started embracing after JJ's bladder issues had become more persistent. It wasn't something they had planned for, but he'd done his best to make her feel supported. He'd even gotten the portable urination device for her a few weeks ago after she'd had an accident in public. And since then, it had become a comfort, even if it wasn't something she ever thought she'd need.

"You sure?" Will asked, already standing up and grabbing her bag from the nearby chair. "I thought you were doing okay this morning."

"I was," JJ said, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. "But now... I don't know. It's bad, Will."

He nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. He'd seen how quickly her discomfort could escalate into a full-blown emergency. There wasn't any judgment in his voice, just concern.

"Okay," he said softly, sitting next to her and opening the bag. "Let's take care of it. You're gonna be fine."

JJ's face flushed slightly, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. She never liked asking for help, especially with something so personal. But she knew Will was there for her, and in that moment, she felt her anxiety melt away just a little.

"Thanks," she said, her voice almost too quiet.

Will gently handed her the device, showing her how to use it like he had so many times before. But this time was different—there was a slight hesitation in JJ's movements, a little more urgency in her expression. The pressure had become too much to ignore.

"I'll be right here," he reassured her, his hand lightly resting on her shoulder. "Just let me know if you need anything."

JJ positioned the device, feeling the familiar relief wash over her as she began to go. The warmth spread through her, and she closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to relax into the sensation. It felt like a weight lifting off her chest—just what she needed. She exhaled deeply, half-smiling in relief.

But then, just as she thought she was finished, she felt the pressure still lingering. It wasn't the same kind of urgency, but it was there—persistent, like there was still more to come. She froze for a moment, a little embarrassed.

"I think I'm done," she said, her voice shaky, but Will, ever the patient and perceptive husband, didn't seem convinced.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, his eyes watching her with the same calm assurance that had always comforted her.

JJ nodded quickly. "Yeah, I think so. I'm fine."

Will paused, taking a moment to consider. Then, slowly and with the utmost care, he spoke again. "Just take a deep breath, okay? Maybe there's a little more. You're not in a rush. Let it all out."

JJ's face flushed deeper at the suggestion, and she looked at him for a moment, unsure of how to react. She had already felt vulnerable enough, having him help her with this. The idea of needing more, of potentially making the situation worse, made her feel uneasy.

But Will was calm, his voice warm and patient. "It's okay, JJ. There's no rush. Just relax, take a breath. Don't hold back. You're doing great."

She hesitated, but then something in his words sank in—his steady presence, his complete lack of judgment. With a quiet exhale, she let herself breathe in deeply, trying to relax into it. The pressure still lingered, but now she was consciously giving herself the space to finish what she'd started.

And sure enough, as she took a deep breath and focused on her body, more came out. The release wasn't immediate, but it was enough to make her sigh in relief.

"There you go," Will said softly, his voice gentle and encouraging. "You've got this. Just a little more."

JJ felt the last of the pressure ease, her bladder finally emptying. She let out a soft laugh, a mix of relief and something else—something that felt like a weight being lifted from her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said quietly, her voice a little more steady now. "I didn't think there was more."

"Of course you didn't," Will said with a small smile. "Sometimes it just takes a little patience. You did great. I'm proud of you."

JJ flushed, but there was no embarrassment now. Only a deep sense of gratitude and comfort. She'd been so focused on her own discomfort, on her own nerves, that she hadn't realized how much Will's support had been helping her all along. He didn't just help her in practical ways—he helped her feel *okay* with herself, with her body, with the things that made her feel vulnerable.

She turned to him, her eyes full of appreciation. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to do anything alone," Will replied softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm always here for you. Always."

JJ smiled, feeling more at peace than she had in a long time. With Will by her side, she didn't have to carry the burden of her body's unpredictability alone. She could breathe, could let go, and in the end, that was more than enough.

2.

It had been one of those days for JJ. The case had stretched into the late hours, and even though she was exhausted, her body wasn't letting her forget one thing—she really needed to use the bathroom. She had tried to push it out of her mind, focusing on the task at hand, but now, as she and Will were finally heading home, the urge was undeniable.

"Just a few more minutes," she muttered to herself as she buckled her seatbelt, trying to ignore the pressure in her bladder. The traffic was slow, and she could feel every bump and turn in the road against her tired body.

Will glanced over at her, noticing how she was fidgeting in her seat. "You okay?"

"Yeah," JJ replied quickly, trying to sound casual. "Just tired. Long day."

But Will wasn't fooled. He had been with her long enough to know when something was off. "You sure? You look uncomfortable."

JJ gave a small smile, trying to reassure him, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just... could really use a bathroom. But it's fine, I'll make it."

Will eyed her skeptically. "Babe, we're still about twenty minutes from home."

"I can wait," she said, shifting again, her legs crossing slightly.

But deep down, JJ knew she was running out of time. The pressure had been growing for the last hour, and now that she was in the car, it felt like the walls were closing in. She had been trying to hold it, but her body was making it harder with each passing minute. She had to do something, but she didn't want to make a fuss.

Then, it hit her. She had packed the portable urination device just in case. Will had insisted she take it with her after the last close call, and while she had rolled her eyes at the time, now she was grateful for it. She could use it in the car, no problem. At least she could stop the pressure and avoid any accidents.

"Hey, Will?" she asked, her voice a little strained. "Can you pass me the... you know... the thing?"

Will, still focusing on the road, quickly reached into the glove compartment and handed it to her, trying to keep his eyes on the road. "You sure you want to do this now? We're almost home."

JJ nodded, her face flushed with the mix of embarrassment and relief. "I don't think I can make it that long."

Will just nodded, knowing how much it meant for her to keep control. "Okay, go ahead. Just... relax."

JJ shifted in her seat, her breath quickening slightly as she opened the device. She'd used it a few times before when she was caught off guard at home or in situations where stopping wasn't an option, but this was different. She was sitting in the car, trying to be as discreet as possible. Will was right there.

She adjusted herself as comfortably as she could and, with a deep breath, began to let go. It was a strange feeling at first, but as the pressure eased, she sighed in relief. The warmth spread, and she could feel her body finally starting to relax. She was almost done, she thought.

"Better?" Will asked, glancing at her briefly.

"Yeah... much better," JJ sighed, sinking back into the seat, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "Just a couple more seconds, I think."

But as she sat there, still holding the device, something felt off. It wasn't the usual sensation of finishing, the sudden emptiness when the pressure had been released. Instead, she felt something else—something that made her pause, confused for a moment. The warmth didn't stop.

For a split second, JJ didn't understand. She was sure she had already gone, but the warmth was still spreading, and the sound of liquid filling the device hadn't stopped. A cold knot of panic started to form in her stomach.

Will, sensing something was wrong, glanced over. "You okay?"

JJ, her face pale now, realized what was happening. The stream wasn't stopping. She wasn't *done*.

"Oh my God," she whispered to herself, her hand gripping the device a little tighter. She looked down at it in shock, realizing that she hadn't finished when she thought she had. She was still going.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Will, I... I thought I was done. But I'm still—" Her voice caught in her throat as the warmth continued.

Will was immediately attentive, his hand resting on her knee in reassurance. "Hey, it's okay, JJ. Just take it easy. You didn't realize. It happens."

But JJ was mortified. She had thought she was done. She *had* to have been. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed. She had let herself relax too much, and now she was caught in a situation she wasn't sure how to handle. The pressure in her chest felt worse than the pressure in her bladder.

"I don't... I don't know what happened," she said, her voice full of embarrassment. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the warm trickle still flowing into the device, her stomach turning with humiliation. "I can't believe I didn't notice."

Will looked over at her, his expression softening. "It's fine, JJ. Seriously. You couldn't have known. You're just tired, and your body is... well, it's just doing its thing. It's not your fault."

But JJ wasn't so sure. "It's so embarrassing, though. I've done this before, I've... I don't know how I didn't realize I wasn't done."

"JJ," Will said firmly, his voice calm but warm, "you're fine. You're doing your best, and that's all that matters. It's no big deal."

She nodded, but she still couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment. It wasn't just the accident—it was the fact that she hadn't realized what was happening.

"I thought I was done," she muttered, looking down at the device.

"You were done," Will corrected gently. "But sometimes, you just need to take a moment and give your body a little time to catch up. It happens to everyone. Honestly."

JJ let out a shaky breath, her body finally starting to relax again as she finished. Will didn't rush her; he let her take as much time as she needed, all while keeping his attention on the road.

When she was done, JJ sat back in her seat, still feeling a little shaken. "I'm sorry," she said softly, embarrassed all over again. "I just... I didn't know."

"You don't have to apologize, JJ," Will said, reaching over and squeezing her hand. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were just caught off guard, that's all."

JJ took a deep breath, feeling the tension begin to ease. Will's understanding was like a balm, soothing away the remnants of her anxiety. "I guess I'm not as in control as I thought I was," she said with a small, rueful smile.

Will chuckled lightly. "You don't have to be perfect, JJ. Not with me."

She smiled at him, feeling the warmth of his support. Maybe this wasn't the most graceful moment, but with Will by her side, she felt like she could handle anything—even a little bit of unexpected humiliation.

3..

It had been a long, exhausting day for JJ. The case they'd been working on had kept her at the office far later than she'd intended, and even though she'd kept herself busy, the pressure in her bladder had steadily increased. She had tried to hold it, but now, as she and Will were finally in the car and heading home, it was clear that she couldn't wait any longer.

Will noticed her discomfort almost immediately. "JJ? You okay?" He glanced over at her, his voice full of concern.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, offering a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She shifted in her seat, trying to subtly cross her legs. "Just really need to go to the bathroom."

Will raised an eyebrow. "We're about 20 minutes from home, though. You think you can hold it?"

JJ bit her lip, feeling the familiar pressure intensifying. "I'll manage," she said, her voice tight. "I've been holding it for a while now, I can make it."

But Will wasn't convinced. He knew she had a tendency to push herself too far when it came to these kinds of things. "JJ, you sure? You look uncomfortable."

"I'm good, Will," she reassured him, though the urgency was impossible to ignore now. The pressure felt like it might explode any second.

She fidgeted again in her seat, but there was no denying the fact that she needed to do something. That's when she remembered the portable urination device she'd brought along just in case—a suggestion Will had made after a previous near-accident.

Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and relief. She hated the idea of using it, but at this point, she didn't have much of a choice.

"Will," she said hesitantly, glancing at him. "Could you grab... you know... the thing? I think I really need it now."

Will immediately reached into the glove compartment, pulling out the small, discreet device and handing it to her with a concerned look. "You sure you want to do this in the car? I mean, we're almost home."

"I don't think I can hold it," she admitted, voice tight. She glanced at him with a small, apologetic smile. "I really don't think I can."

Will nodded, ever supportive. "Okay, just relax. It's no big deal, JJ. We'll make it work."

JJ took the device from him, trying to steady her shaky hands. It felt awkward to be doing this while sitting in the car, and she could already feel herself blushing in embarrassment. Still, she opened it as carefully as she could and positioned it between her legs, hoping the sense of privacy from the car's interior would help her feel a little more at ease.

With a deep breath, she let go. The warmth of relief flooded her almost instantly. The pressure that had been building for what felt like hours started to ease as the liquid began to fill the device. It was such a strange sensation, but the relief was overwhelming. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a soft, quiet sigh.

Will glanced over at her, seeing the tension leave her face. "Better?" he asked gently.

"Much," she breathed out. "I just... I don't know why I waited so long."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Will reassured her. "You're good. Just relax."

JJ nodded, trying to relax as much as she could, but then something strange happened. Just as she thought she was done, she felt the tiniest bit of pressure still lingering in her abdomen. Her body was still telling her that she hadn't finished yet, even though everything seemed to be over.

It was subtle at first—a small, almost imperceptible pull. But as she sat there, the feeling intensified, like the urge was still present, even though she had already let go. Her face flushed even deeper.

"No..." she whispered, feeling confused and frustrated. She thought she was finished. *Why was this still happening?*

She shifted slightly, trying to readjust, but the sensation didn't go away. In fact, it was getting worse. She could feel her body telling her it wasn't done yet, the same as when she'd first felt the need to pee hours ago.

"Will, I... I think it's still not done," she said, her voice tight with embarrassment.

Will glanced over at her, his face softening with understanding. "It's okay, JJ. It's probably just your body still processing everything. Just let yourself relax."

"I thought I was done, but it's like the pressure won't stop," she said, her voice shaky. "It's... it's like I still need to go, even though I already..."

"Maybe you just need a second to fully let it out," Will suggested gently. "Your body's probably still catching up with itself. Just relax, okay? Focus on your breathing."

JJ nodded, feeling helpless but grateful for Will's calm demeanor. She closed her eyes, trying to follow his advice, but even though she was still holding the device, she could feel the warmth still flowing. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected to feel like she still needed to go even after everything had already been released.

A few more seconds passed, and slowly, the pressure started to ease. JJ took a deep breath and, with Will's calming presence in the car, she allowed herself to settle. She could feel the last bit of the pressure slowly lifting, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was done. Completely.

She opened her eyes again, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. "Okay, I think I'm finally done," she murmured.

Will smiled warmly at her. "See? You did it. You just needed a little more time. You're fine, JJ."

JJ exhaled in relief, but the feeling of embarrassment still lingered. "I can't believe that happened. It's like my body was tricking me."

"Hey," Will said softly, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "It happens. No one's perfect, and your body is just doing its thing. Don't be hard on yourself."

She smiled weakly, her heart full of gratitude for Will's understanding. He'd been so calm, so patient with her, even when the situation had been a little... well, awkward.

As the car finally pulled into their parking spot, JJ felt the last remnants of embarrassment fade away. It hadn't been the most graceful moment, but with Will by her side, it was just another reminder that she didn't have to be perfect—she just had to be herself.

"Thanks, Will," she said quietly, her voice soft but sincere. "For being so understanding."

"Anytime, JJ," Will said with a smile. "You don't have to apologize for being human."

And with that, they stepped out of the car, both feeling a little lighter, ready to go inside and unwind after a long, strange day.

4.

The evening had been a long one, filled with frustrating paperwork, tense meetings, and a case that seemed to drag on forever. JJ felt like her body had been running on autopilot for hours, and by the time she and Will were finally heading home, the last thing on her mind was the growing pressure in her bladder.

It had been there for hours, but JJ had pushed it aside, focusing on the job. Now, with the case finally wrapped up, she just wanted to get home and relax. But as she settled into the passenger seat of Will's car, the pressure became impossible to ignore.

"Are you okay?" Will glanced over, noticing her fidgeting in the seat.

"Yeah," JJ said quickly, forcing a smile. "I just... really need to use the bathroom. It's nothing."

Will raised an eyebrow. "We've still got about twenty minutes before we're home. You think you can hold it?"

She shifted again, biting her lip. "I don't know. I really don't want to stop the car. I can make it."

He looked at her with concern. "JJ, you've been holding it for a while now. Maybe you should just... use the thing?"

JJ froze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. She knew what Will meant—he'd suggested a portable urination device before, something they'd gotten after a couple of close calls. It wasn't ideal, but in moments like this, it was a life-saver.

"I don't know, Will," she said hesitantly. "I mean... what if I can hold it just a little longer?"

Will sighed, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out the small device. "JJ, you don't have to hold it. You've been working nonstop all day. If you need to go, you need to go. I'm not going to judge you."

JJ bit her lip, feeling self-conscious but knowing that, at this point, she didn't have much of a choice. The pressure was overwhelming. "I don't know if I can do it in the car," she admitted softly, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

"It's okay," Will said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I've got you. Just... relax, alright? No one's going to judge you."

She nodded, taking the device from him, her hands shaking slightly. It felt awkward and foreign, but she wasn't sure what else she could do. With a deep breath, she shifted in her seat and began to use the device.

The immediate relief was almost overwhelming. The pressure that had built up over the past several hours began to ease, and JJ felt a quiet sigh escape her lips. Finally. She could relax.

But then, just as she thought she was done, she felt something strange. The relief hadn't fully registered, and she could still feel some pressure lingering, despite her body having released what she thought was everything.

"Will... it's not stopping," she said, her voice trembling slightly with both embarrassment and frustration. She'd thought she was done, but her body clearly had other plans. "I'm still... I'm still going."

Will glanced over at her with concern, but there was no judgment in his eyes—only patience. "It's okay. You're just relaxing now, and your body is still processing everything. It happens sometimes."

She felt her heart race, the warmth of the device continuing to fill, and the sensation was starting to feel... different. Was she *really* still not done? How was that possible?

"I thought I was finished," she muttered, her embarrassment rising. "I really thought I was."

"You were done," Will said softly, his voice steady and calm. "But sometimes, when you've been holding it for so long, your body just needs a little more time. Relax, okay? Let it happen. You're doing fine."

JJ's hands tightened around the device, but Will's calm words grounded her. She could feel her face burning, but she nodded, trying to force her body to relax.

"I don't know if I can," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The feeling of not being "done" was so uncomfortable, and the warmth just kept flowing.

"JJ, trust me," Will said, his tone gentle but firm. "You're fine. You're not doing anything wrong. Just let yourself breathe. You're in control, and your body will let go when it's ready."

He was right. He wasn't pressuring her; he was encouraging her to simply allow her body to take its time. The feeling of control, or lack of it, was both frustrating and overwhelming.

"Take a deep breath for me," Will said. "In through your nose, slow and steady."

JJ closed her eyes, following his instructions. Inhaling deeply, she tried to relax her body as much as she could. As she did, she could feel the warmth slowly spreading again, the pressure beginning to ease.

"There you go," Will murmured, giving her a gentle smile. "Just like that. You're doing great."

She held the device as the warm flow continued, her body finally letting go of the last of the pressure. It wasn't graceful, and she still felt embarrassed, but Will's calm and patient encouragement made it easier to bear.

When she finally felt the warmth stop, JJ let out a shaky breath. "Okay... I think that's it now," she said, a little defeated, but also relieved.

Will glanced over at her, smiling softly. "See? You just needed a little more time. You're okay."

"I'm sorry," JJ muttered, still feeling self-conscious. "I didn't mean to make it... awkward."

Will reached over and gently placed his hand on hers, his touch comforting. "JJ, you're fine. You didn't make it awkward. You're human. And I'm here with you. Whatever happens, we'll handle it together."

She looked at him, her heart full of gratitude. It wasn't just about the physical relief anymore—it was about the reassurance, the knowledge that Will was there, understanding her, no matter how embarrassing the moment might have been.

"Thanks, Will," she said quietly, the last remnants of her anxiety fading.

"You don't need to thank me," Will said, his voice light. "It's no big deal. You're doing your best, and that's all that matters."

And with that, they continued the drive home, the rest of the ride feeling much lighter, the awkwardness of the moment behind them.

5.

It had been one of those days where everything seemed to be moving in fast-forward, and JJ could hardly keep up. By the time she and Will were in the car heading home, the fatigue from a long day of chasing leads, meeting with the team, and dealing with the emotional weight of the case had caught up with her. But there was something else weighing on her mind—something far more pressing: the urgent pressure in her bladder.

She'd been holding it for hours, convincing herself she could make it until they got home. But as they hit the road and the familiar hum of the car filled the air, JJ felt the uncomfortable pressure shift to an unbearable point. She shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the feeling, but it was no use.

"Will," she said, voice a little tighter than usual. "I really need to go to the bathroom."

Will glanced over at her, instantly noticing her fidgeting. "You okay? We're about 20 minutes from home. You think you can hold it?"

JJ squeezed her legs together, trying to focus on something other than the pressure. "I'll be fine," she said, though it was clear that she wasn't.

Will wasn't convinced. He had seen this before—when JJ tried to push herself beyond her limits, and when it came to something like this, he wasn't going to let her suffer. "JJ, if you need to go, you should just use the device. It's there for a reason."

Her face flushed instantly. "I... I don't know, Will. It's just... embarrassing."

Will gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "I promise you, it's not embarrassing. You're human. You need to go, and we're stuck in traffic. Just relax, alright?"

JJ glanced at the glove compartment, where they kept the portable urination device—something they'd invested in a while back for moments like this. She really didn't want to use it, but she also didn't think she could wait much longer. The pressure was getting unbearable.

"Okay," she finally whispered, her voice hesitant. "Can you get it for me?"

Will immediately reached into the compartment, pulling out the small, discreet device and handing it to her with a soft smile. He could see how nervous she was. "No rush, JJ. Just take your time, alright? I'm here."

JJ opened the device, her hands trembling as she tried to figure out how to position it without drawing too much attention. She wasn't used to doing something like this in the car, and though Will was trying to make it as comfortable as possible, her body was already sending her signals that she needed to go now.

She shifted in her seat, trying to get into a more comfortable position, but as she did, she felt a small spurt of warmth. Her heart sank. The pressure was too much, and she wasn't quick enough to stop it.

"Will... I—I just leaked a little," she admitted, her voice soft and embarrassed.

Will immediately turned his attention back to her, his face full of concern but not judgment. "It's okay, JJ," he said gently. "Just relax. Let's get this sorted."

"I didn't mean to," she whispered, looking down, feeling embarrassed by the unexpected leak. "I thought I could hold it, but I couldn't. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it's okay," Will reassured her. "This is why we have the device, right? So you don't have to stress about holding it. Let me help you."

JJ looked up at him, her heart pounding. "But... I don't know if I can actually use it. I just... I don't know what to do."

Will's voice was soft and soothing. "JJ, just breathe. You've got this. I'm here to help."

With that, he gently guided her to lean back slightly in her seat, positioning the device more securely for her. JJ felt a little embarrassed, but Will kept talking to her—his words low and comforting, reminding her to relax and not worry about what had just happened.

"Just focus on breathing, okay?" he continued. "You don't need to rush this. You've got time."

JJ nodded, her eyes closed as she tried to push aside the embarrassment. She felt another rush of warmth beginning to fill the device, and this time, there was no pressure—no discomfort. The release felt better than she could've imagined.

She exhaled slowly, allowing herself to relax into the moment. "I think... I think I'm okay now," she said softly.

Will gave her a soft smile, his voice still gentle. "See? You're doing great. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're handling it just fine."

JJ opened her eyes and gave him a small smile, though her cheeks were still pink with embarrassment. "I really thought I could hold it. I didn't expect... I didn't expect to leak like that."

Will reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "JJ, you don't have to apologize. It's just one of those things. We all have our moments. You don't need to be hard on yourself."

For the rest of the ride home, JJ felt a little lighter, the initial embarrassment fading with Will's continued support. She still wasn't completely used to relying on the device, but with his gentle encouragement, she was starting to accept that it was okay to ask for help when she needed it.

When they finally pulled into their driveway, JJ felt a deep sense of relief—not just because the pressure had finally been taken care of, but because Will had made her feel like it was no big deal. It was just part of life, and with him by her side, she could handle it.

"Thanks, Will," she said quietly, her voice full of gratitude. "For... everything."

"Anytime, JJ," he said with a grin. "You're my partner, and I've got your back. Always."

And with that, they both stepped out of the car, ready to go inside and unwind. The day had been long, and the night was still young. But JJ knew that no matter what, with Will by her side, she would always be okay.

6.

It had been one of those long, exhausting days for JJ. The case had been emotionally draining, and by the time she and Will arrived home, she could barely keep her eyes open. All she wanted was to put on something comfortable, curl up on the couch, and forget about the world for a while.

But there was one thing standing in the way of her relaxation: the overwhelming pressure in her bladder. It had started as a minor discomfort at the office, but by the time they reached home, it had become undeniable.

"I really need to use the bathroom," JJ said, her voice tinged with frustration as she kicked off her shoes by the door.

Will, noticing how tense she was, smiled sympathetically. "I thought you'd say that. You've been holding it all day."

"I know," JJ said, rubbing her forehead. "I thought I could make it, but I can't anymore."

Will didn't hesitate. "Okay, I'll grab the device."

He quickly retrieved the portable urination device from where they kept it in the bathroom and handed it to her, trying to make it as easy as possible. JJ was a little embarrassed about using it, but she had come to rely on it during moments like this.

"I'll just... be in the other room if you need me," Will said, giving her a kind smile as he turned to leave.

"Thanks," JJ replied softly, watching him leave the room before she awkwardly sat down and positioned herself to use the device.

It was strange, yes, but at that moment, she was beyond caring. She had to go, and the device was the only way to relieve herself without rushing to the bathroom. After a few moments, she felt the familiar warmth fill the device, and she let out a soft sigh of relief. The pressure in her bladder had been so intense, and now that it was easing, she felt the tension in her body melt away.

As she finished, she let out a contented breath, the immediate urgency of the situation fading.

But just as she thought she was done, she felt something unexpected. A faint, lingering pressure. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make her pause and frown.

She sat there for a moment, wondering if she was imagining it. But the sensation wouldn't go away.

Suddenly, Will appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a concerned expression on his face.

"JJ?" he asked, voice soft but attentive. "You okay?"

"I think so," she said, her voice unsure. "But I still feel like I need to go... just a little. I don't know why it's not stopping."

Will walked over to her, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of distress. He had been worried when he heard the faint sound of the device filling, as though there was more. "Let me help you," he said quietly, sitting down next to her. "You've been holding it for so long, your body might need a little extra time to fully relax."

JJ looked at him, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. "I thought I was done. I didn't realize I was still going."

"Don't worry about it," Will reassured her, his voice gentle. "Let me help you get the rest out. Just relax, okay?"

JJ nodded, trying to calm herself. She was embarrassed—how could she still need to go? She had thought she was done. She pressed her hands to the sides of the device, but the more she tried to focus on stopping, the more it seemed like her body wasn't ready to let go completely.

Will watched her for a moment, then gently took her hands. "It's okay, JJ. Just focus on breathing. You're not doing anything wrong."

JJ tried to breathe deeply, but the pressure was still there, and it felt a little strange. Will was right beside her, his presence comforting, but she couldn't help the way her body felt so out of control. It was like she wasn't finished, even though she had thought she was.

"Relax," Will said softly, squeezing her hands reassuringly. "I'm here. Don't rush it. Just let it happen."

JJ tried to follow his advice, her breath still a little shaky. She hadn't expected this, but with Will guiding her, it felt easier to let go again. Slowly, she started to feel the pressure ease once more, and the device began to fill once again. The warmth continued, and she realized, much to her embarrassment, that she hadn't been done after all.

"See? You're still processing," Will said in a low voice. "It's okay, JJ. You're doing fine. Just let it out."

JJ's face flushed, both from the sensation of continued release and the fact that she had misjudged how much longer she needed. She felt awkward, but Will's steady, calming voice helped ease some of her self-consciousness.

When the flow finally tapered off, JJ let out a relieved sigh, feeling both exhausted and somewhat vulnerable. She glanced over at Will, who had been patiently waiting beside her the entire time.

"Thank you," she said quietly, her voice small with a hint of embarrassment. "I thought I was done, but... I wasn't."

Will smiled, a soft, understanding smile. "You don't have to thank me. You're not the first person to think they're done and find out there's still more. It's just your body. No need to be embarrassed. You're doing great."

JJ smiled back at him, her heart feeling a little lighter. She felt silly for not realizing that her body still had more to release, but Will had been so kind about it that the embarrassment didn't sting as much.

"Still, I feel like I should've known," she said, letting out a small laugh to ease the tension.

"Hey, no one's perfect," Will said with a wink. "You did just fine. And now, I'm sure you feel a lot better, right?"

She nodded, grateful for his understanding and patience. "Much better. Thanks, Will. Seriously."

Will chuckled, standing up and offering her a hand. "Anytime, JJ. Anytime."

They both laughed lightly as they got up from the couch, the awkwardness of the moment having faded away completely. As they went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, JJ felt a quiet warmth in her chest, not from the device, but from the unconditional support Will always offered. In the end, it wasn't about the leak or the discomfort—it was about knowing she didn't have to face anything alone.

And with Will by her side, she knew that she never would.

7.

It had been a long day, and JJ was beyond ready to relax. The case was finally closed, and after weeks of late nights and constant stress, she was grateful to be home with Will. The house was quiet, the soft hum of the evening setting the mood for a much-needed break.

She had been holding it all day—between chasing leads, attending briefings, and trying to stay focused on the investigation. By the time she got home, the pressure in her bladder was practically unbearable. Will had noticed her fidgeting when they walked through the door, and without hesitation, he handed her the portable urination device they'd gotten for situations like this.

"Need this?" he asked, his tone soft but concerned.

JJ nodded, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I don't think I can wait any longer."

She made her way to the bathroom, sitting down and using the device. The relief was immediate. The pressure that had built up throughout the day finally began to subside, and JJ let out a contented sigh.

"That's better," she murmured to herself, feeling a sense of ease that she hadn't felt all day.

She thought she was done. The sensation of release was so complete, she felt sure she could relax. But as she stood up, something strange happened—a faint, nagging pressure returned. At first, it was easy to ignore, but then it became undeniable.

She paused, her hand on the bathroom sink as she took a deep breath. "No," she muttered under her breath. "I can't be needing this again."

Will, who had been waiting just outside, knocked gently on the door. "JJ? Everything okay?"

Her voice was slightly strained as she responded, "I'm not sure. I thought I was done, but the pressure's back. I—I think I need to use it again."

Will stepped in, his brow furrowed with concern but also calm, always so steady when she was struggling. "Hey, it's okay. Let me help. You've been holding it all day, your body's just catching up."

JJ looked at him, frustrated but also relieved. "It's just... weird, Will. I finished, but now it's back. I don't know what's going on."

"It's okay," Will said again, his voice gentle as he reached for the device. "Your body's been under stress. Sometimes it just takes a little longer to get everything out."

She tried to relax as Will handed her the device again, a sense of awkwardness washing over her. *This is the third time in a few hours*—she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, as though her body was somehow failing her.

But Will didn't seem to think that at all. He stayed close by, his presence calm and reassuring. "You're doing great, JJ. Just let it happen. Don't rush. Your body knows what it needs."

JJ nodded, but the embarrassment lingered. She tried to let go again, focusing on her breath and listening to Will's soothing words. Gradually, the warmth began to fill the device once more, and she felt the tension in her body start to ease.

"Okay," she sighed. "I think that's it..."

But just as she began to stand again, the sensation of pressure came back. She couldn't believe it. She wasn't done after all.

"No way," she whispered to herself. "I *just* went."

Will's eyes softened with understanding when he noticed the frustration written on her face. "It's alright, JJ. You're still holding on to a bit. Let's just try again, okay?"

"I feel like a freak," she said, almost embarrassed to even speak the words. "I keep thinking I'm done, and then it comes back."

Will stepped in closer, placing a comforting hand on her back. "You're not a freak. Your body's just catching up with everything. You're doing what you need to do."

He guided her to sit again, gently positioning the device for her. She wanted to protest, but the pressure was already too much, and before she could stop it, the warmth filled the device again.

"Just breathe," Will whispered. "Relax. It's okay."

JJ closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she tried to let go once more. Will stayed close, his steady presence offering reassurance. She didn't know how long it took, but eventually, the pressure seemed to subside. For real this time.

"Alright. That's definitely better," she said, sounding more tired than she had before. She stood slowly, her legs a little shaky.

"See?" Will said, offering a small smile. "You're doing great. You're not alone in this, okay? I'm here."

JJ gave him a tired smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Will gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "You don't have to do it alone, JJ. We've got each other. And whatever comes next, we'll handle it."

But as they both moved back into the living room, JJ couldn't help but feel the faintest bit of pressure again. She paused, looking at Will with wide eyes. "I... I think it's coming back."

Will turned to her, his expression soft but knowing. "Let's just take a seat, and we'll deal with it. Don't worry."

JJ sat down, feeling a little defeated but also comforted by Will's unshakable calm. She couldn't explain why this was happening, but she was starting to understand that it wasn't something to be ashamed of. She wasn't broken. She wasn't failing. Her body was just... tired.

The night wore on, and despite the device being used a few more times as the hours passed, Will was always there, steady and patient. With every round, JJ's embarrassment eased a little more, replaced by a sense of relief—knowing that whatever happened, Will was there to help.

As they finally crawled into bed that night, JJ let out a long, weary sigh. "I think I'm done for the night. I'm so sorry, Will. I don't know what's going on with me."

Will tucked the blankets around her, his voice a soft whisper. "There's nothing to apologize for. You're not alone, and you never have to apologize for needing help. You're doing everything you can, and that's enough."

JJ smiled faintly, feeling the weight of the day's frustrations slowly lift as she settled into the comfort of Will's embrace. Even when her body wasn't cooperating, at least she had someone who would always be there to help her through it. And for now, that was enough to make her feel safe.

"Thanks, Will," she whispered, her voice drowsy. "For being here."

"Always, JJ. Always."