You run your hands through your hair, coating the strands with shampoo, and working it into your roots. Humming to a song you don't entirely know the words to, you remain unaware of the nightmare that is taking over JJ's mind, on the couch in John B's living room.

"No, stop," he mumbles, his head sway from side to side on the pillow. "Don't, don't leave me." His words begin quietly, but eventually his voice raises to a slight shout, but still, you do not hear his words over the running water.

"Please," he begins to beg, his head still turning left and right, and his arms beginning to thrash at his sides, "don't go, it's going to be okay." Suddenly, as the first couple of tears begin to run down his cheeks, he shoots up and off of the couch, his eyes wide, and his hands grasping at the cushions, feeling for the place where you usually lay on his chest.

When he finally realizes that you are not there with him, he turns to look around the room, realizing, only then, that the shower is running. He throws off the light blanket that you had spread over him not twenty minutes ago, and makes his way to the bathroom, not bothering to knock as he reaches the door. When he makes his way inside, and pulls away the shower curtains to reveal you, standing naked and covered in soap, in the shower, he finds himself having to fight the urge to fall against you immediately.

You're concerned look at the tears still running down his cheeks, and the fact that he is now stepping into the shower completely clothed, makes his heart melt, and once he is in the shower, he wraps his arms protectively around you, and buries his face into your neck, letting out a muffled sob.

You turn completely towards him and bring your arms to rest on his shoulders, kissing his cheek and exposed neck in an effort to calm him, not knowing that your presence is enough to make him feel eternally peaceful.