Roslyn. You've heard that name. JJ told you about her, her sister who took her own life. You had held her while she cried and opened up to you. You had cupped her face and promised you would never tell anyone about it.

She had promised she would tell you if anything was wrong, if anything reminded her too much of her late sister.

But while you kept your promise, she didn't keep hers. You noticed her pulling away more and more as the weather got colder and colder, as one specific date came creeping up. The date you couldn't remember, because it didn't seem significant to you at the time. Her birthday.

Not Jennifer's. Roslyn's.

You wished she had told you, you would've helped her take her mind off it.

Walking into the bullpen that day, that specific date, you noticed the desk next to Emily's empty. Where's JJ? That's what you asked all your colleagues, to which you got a collective shrug.

It hit you when you opened your phone to call her and the date, right under the time, hit you like a slap to the face. How could you not notice? How could you let her pull away? Why are you standing around and scolding yourself when she could be struggling right now?

That last thought pulled you out of that haze and made your legs move faster than your torso like a cartoon. One single destination in mind. Her apartment.