Rossi's P.O.V.
As we sat in the waiting room, Reid talked with his mother in the back corner. I saw her throw her arms around his shoulders multiple times, and I also thought I saw a couple tears roll down Reid's cheeks. But, then again, it could've just been me.
Hotch and Emily were incapable of leaving each other's sides, and Morgan and Penelope, too. I sat by myself, but I didn't care. I preferred being by myself, because then no one knew exactly what was going on inside my head. Plus, it gives me time to think about J.J., and what all she has got to be going through right now.
She hasn't been taken into surgery right now; they're waiting a bit for that. I'm not sure why, but I think it's so she can relax a little bit and have a couple minutes to herself. But . . . what about Will? And Henry? Where are they? Do they even know she's like this?
I got out my phone, looking up his number. I saw Emily glancing at me from the corner of her eye.
"I already called him. He's almost here. That's why they're holding off on the surgery right now," she whispered, and I smirked. Of course Emily would've already called them. She's always ahead of the game.
"Alright, Prentiss." I said, joking. She chuckled a bit, and took that as a sign to settle back down into my seat in comfortable silence, unlike the silence that had covered the entire waiting room. You could hear the sounds of monitors beeping along with people's hearts; you could hear doctors and nurses bustling around, escorting families, checking on patients, transferring patients into different rooms, etc.
I felt myself start to tire, even though it was only--I glanced at the clock--dang. It was already almost six. I had a feeling we were going to be here for a little while longer, though, because two certain someones just stepped in the door.
Will and Henry.
J.J.'s P.O.V.
I sat in the dark room with nothing to do other than play on my phone. I had a couple games for Henry, but those I knew he would be mad at me for playing. So, I downloaded Tetris, and got to about the fortieth level when my door creaked open.
"MOMMY!" I heard, immediately pinpointing Henry. I smiled, looking up again. Sure enough, there was Will, walking right behind him. I saw the worried look on his face, and smiled reassuringly. I was going to be fine, and if I believed it, Will and Henry should too.
"Hey, buddy!" I said, using my mom-voice, as Rossi called it once. "How'd you guys get here?"
"We few on a pwane!" Henry said, making a plane with his hands and pretending to make it fly. I laughed as Will sat down by my said, taking my hand in his. I sighed happily; knowing that they were here made me feel a lot better about my decision.
"Hey," He said, and I couldn't help but fall in love again and again with that accent of his. "What is it?"
I exhaled. Loudly, too. It might have been taken the wrong way, so I quickly spoke up. "Nothing. I'm just really happy to see you two."
Will chuckled. "I'm glad to see you too."
We sat in silence (except for Henry making noises like vroom and zoom and other ones I just had to laugh at), until the doctor came in.
"Mrs. Jareau?" He asked, and I nodded. "Well, the Operating Rooms are in use right now, and we can't get you back until about eight, is that alright?"
J.J. nodded. "That's excellent. Thank you. And, by the way, doctor, how long do you expect the surgery will last?"
The doctor thought for a moment. "Well, considering the relative size of the cist, I'd say about eight to nine hours at most. And you'd be out the entire time."
J.J. smiled at the doctor as he walked out.
Will looked impressed. "Eight to nine hours straight. Dang. You gotta give doctors some credit. I would never be able to do that."
We both laughed at that. We chatted for a while, about letting my family know, and that they'd be down when I woke up, and about how things were going with Henry and school and everything we could think of. Then, while we were laughing about how Henry had managed to make a mix of Sprite, Pepsi, and Fanta taste decent, the team came in to say good luck and tell me goodbye. I swear, they acted like they never see me again. They were teary-eyed, for some odd reason, and Spence went through his pretty fast, wheeling himself out of the room almost right afterwards, not waiting for anyone else. I wondered why?
The doctor came in, and I glanced at the clock again. 7:49.
"We're gonna go ahead and put you under, alright?" He asked me and Will. He nodded, so I did too.
A couple nurses came in and laid my bed back all the way, supporting my head with a couple pillows. I watched as they placed a mask on me, and I could immediately feel myself getting tired. The last thing I saw was them wheeling me out of my room and past my family.
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Hey guys, so sorry for the teeny-tiny chapter! I have the start of school this upcoming week, and I can't quite update daily like I have been, and maybe not even weekly. Plus, I'm getting new ideas, so I'm going to be introducing them in the next chapter, and if you guys have any that I could do (like one-shots, anything could be helpful), feel free to comment them!
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