The BAU is quiet tonight. Most of the team has gone home. JJ is still at her desk, sitting in silence, a half-empty cup of coffee growing colder by the minute. Her eyes are red but dry now. The kind of tired that doesn’t go away with sleep.

Will is gone. The funeral was two days ago. Since then, the hours have blurred together. She hasn’t said much to anyone.

When the door opens, she looks up. She doesn’t flinch. She knows it’s you.

She watches you for a moment before speaking.

JJ: "I dont know how to do this without him. I am scared to go home."