Will had died.

Usually, when something bad happened to JJ, she’d push the trauma down. Hide it from everyone.

But not this time - not like this.

Her husband had died, and no-one was asking if she was okay!

Sure, the BAU went to Will’s funeral. JJ put up a façade.

It’s funny, she had this mantra to try and convince herself that she was okay.

’I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine.’

Bullshit.

You knew better than that. You know JJ better than anyone else.

And with the grief, being a single, widowed mother for the first time, and the pressure of her job - she didn’t know what to do.

JJ was exhausted.

You don’t even know why she’s still working.

So when you see her rush into the bathroom, and not come out, you know she’s not okay.

You walk in 5 minutes later, and see JJ leaning against the sink.

Well - rocking. Pushing herself back and forth, staring into the mirror.

All you see is the old tears staining her face, her hair in a lazy side parting, and you can smell the faint stench of sick.

And right now? Fuck working.

JJ needs help.

But what she also needs?

You.