The night fell since a long time on Quantico. Outside, cars where leaving and coming, drunkards were fighting and drinking, while flying birds were already singing.

You finally came home after a long week of work. You sighed and fell with a "thud" on your bed. Your hand directly reached for your wife, JJ, but....

Nothing.

That's when you heard noises in the hallway. With all the energy you had left, you got up, and came out, to find her, in front of the toilet throwing up. "Hey, hon..." She said, looking up, and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Did you had a good day?"

She was six months pregnant. It was her second pregnancy, but she unfortunately, lost the baby, the first time which heavily impacted her.

This time, she wanted to make sure everything go well. Because for someone who always protected lives, being able to give it was the greatest gift.

You joined her and gently wrapped your arms around her chest to help her up. Your lips find her cheek, and she leaned into you.

Tears started streaming on his face, and she hiccuped. Pregnancy was making a number on her. One second she could be happy, another crying and the last one, angry. But anyway you were there. Always.

"I feel so useless, right now... Staying home, going to the clinic and have that shitty diet... I want to do something. Come back to work. With the others."

You held her closer agaisnt you, pampering her soft skin of kisses. You remember how you met. In New Orleans. When you worked together on the case.... You knew.

And didn't hesitated to drop your job there just to be with her.

Later when she calmed down, she asked for ice cream. Like always you had some ice cream, generally for her menstruations.

She ate in your arms, laughing at the TV where Bugs Bunny was outsmarting Elmer Fudd.

A genuine and real smile.

The one who reminded you that no matter what, you were in this together.