champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

thirty: jennifer

Not me listening to 505 by arctic monkeys and don't blame me by taylor swift while writing this (i'm so sorry in advance)😁

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: suicidal thoughts!, swearing, mentions of violence, hallucinations, suicidal tendencies, nods at self harm, psychological care admission
word count: 5035

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JJ: "Time and time again, we reconnected. It's like the universe nudges us to give it one more chance." Nikki Rowe.

JJ smiled as she walked out of Henry's room. She carefully shut the door, making sure not to make a sound.

"Children are lovely when they're innocent," a voice said from behind her. JJ froze in her stance. She knew that voice. She turned and saw Doyle leaning against the wall in the hallway. She reached behind her and grabbed the gun that was tucked between her pants.

"Get out of my house," JJ hissed. Doyle smiled and walked up to her.

"That's the beauty of your condition, Agent Jareau. You don't know if I'm here," Ian said with a smug grin. JJ blinked, and he was gone. "Or not."

She turned and saw him now in the kitchen. She walked up to him and clenched her jaw. "If you touch my son, I swear to God—"

"Please calm yourself, Jennifer," he said and shook his head. "I don't have a feud with you or your son."

"Then why are you here?" JJ asked and clenched her jaw.

"You've heard of the term PTSD and how it can rip people apart," Doyle said and walked around JJ. "I'm merely here as a reminder of your inability to save your beloved Agent Emily Prentiss."

"You shut up about her," JJ spat out. "You don't get to talk about her, ever."

"Why? Is knowing you could have prevented her death by holding on a little tighter, running a bit faster, finding us quicker, too much for you to handle?" he asked. JJ trembled with rage. "Her death is all your fault. If only you noticed the signs."

"No!" JJ said and slammed her hand down on the kitchen counter. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. When they opened again, he was alone in her kitchen. JJ placed the gun back behind her and ran her hands over her face.

"You okay? I thought I heard you shout?" Will said and walked out of the bedroom. JJ smiled softly and shook her head. He looked down towards the floor. "Are you sure going is the right thing?"

"I already booked the flight. It's been three months since Emily—I owe this to Emily. So, I just want to feel a little closer to her," JJ said and shut her eyes. Will nodded his head.

"I don't want you to go alone," he said and walked up to JJ. The woman shaking her head.

"I need to. I need closure," JJ said and held her hand out to put some distance between the two. Will sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'll be back in two days. It'll be like I wasn't gone."

"JJ—"

"Will. I need to do this," JJ said and pushed her hair back. She shut her eyes to calm herself. She gulped as the man stood silent in front of her. "I need to do this."

Will put his hands up in surrender as he backed away. "Okay, but after this, you are going to see a therapist. It's not right for you to be holding this in."

JJ just stayed quiet. Will sighed. He was never going to win with JJ. She just nodded her head and walked off. She went into her bedroom, leaving her gun, and grabbed the duffel bag for herself. Will stood by the door, holding it open for her.