With a heavy sigh, JJ closes the door behind her. The case was tough — they are always tough, but this one, this was really difficult. The unsub's victims... they all looked like you. And she has a feeling that it is going to stick with her for a while.

Her shoulders slump, feeling exhausted, as she leans against the wall of the entryway and slips out of her shoes, pushing them out of the way. JJ can hear you playing with Henry and Michael, making her sons laugh loudly, and she can't help the smile that tugs at her lips despite how drained she feels. Listening to their happiness and joy, the sound is soothing to her in a way that nothing else could be.

As she walks further into the house, she is hit by the scent of—what she could guess was spaghetti, and her mouth waters, her stomach rumbling softly.

"Hey," she greets softly, pecking your forehead and preparing for the—

She grunts as Henry and Michael tackle her in a hug, glaring playfully at your amused chuckle.

"Careful, boys, Mommy's tired," she says softly, hugging them tight.