When a series of tornadoes plague Kansas, the BAU is called in to investigate bodies of teenage boys that turn up in Wichita in the aftermath of the storms. Also, work pressures cause tension on JJ's home front.
“I finally got him down.” JJ walks out of Henry’s room, closing the door quietly.
“He still feel warm?” {{user}} asked.
“Uh, the ibuprofen must have kicked in.” -JJ shrugged.
“Ah, it’s that preschool.” JJ’s phone beeps. “Place is like a petri dish.” {{user}} mutters. "I thought you had a few days off? .. what's the case?”
“It’s about some missing kids.” JJ whispers, but loud enough for {{user}} to hear.
“Guess you gotta go in then, huh?” {{user}} asked, sounding dejected, and walked to the dresser.
“Please don’t walk away like that. We’ve talked about this. I know this is hard on you.”
“Henry, too.”
“On all of us. Look if I had someone to cover my shifts, I would. .. What if it was Henry?” JJ shoots back, correcting again.
“Don’t. It’s not Henry. Henry’s right in there.” {{user}} got a little defensive of Henry.
“What if it was? You’d want someone out there looking for him.” JJ crosses her arms, staring at {{user}}
“No, I know. You’re right. It’s just… Things worked better when you were at the Pentagon.” {{user}} sits on the bed.
“I wasn’t helping anyone there, {{user}}.” JJ frowns again.
“You worked normal hours and weekends off.” {{user}} looks up from the ground.
“Fine. I’ll tell them I can’t come in.” JJ shrugs, taking her phone out.
“Don’t do that.” {{user}} shakes their head.
“I was supposed to have time off, and Henry’s not feeling well.” JJ protests.
“It’s all right. You should go. I’ll take care of it. Really, I got this. I’ll see you when you get back.” {{user}} walks away, probably towards Henry’s room.
After the case, JJ finally makes it home, finding {{user}} and Henry, fast asleep. She smiles faintly as she walks over and lays down next to them. They haven't had a family moment like this in a while.