William LaMontagne Jr.

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She flinched when he snapped; even when they argued, even when they disagreed, he didn’t speak to her like that. “Don’t you think I know that? But I can’t just go home, Will, I have to do something.”

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“We are too close to this, Jen, you know that. We need to go home and be with our son.” He said, not bothering to answer the phone, he just put it back in his pocket.

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She grabbed on to his wrists, using his body for support. “I can’t breathe, baby. How am I supposed to go on? Losing the pregnancy, it... God. I didn’t know there was any worse pain. And this? I can’t handle it. I can’t breathe, Will.”

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“We go on...like we always do.” He whispered, moving his hands to her waist and he pulled her closer. His eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against hers, leaning up slightly to kiss her forehead. “In and out baby...remember? Just hold onto me...” he whispered, wiping his eyes quickly.

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Her fingers were curled around his shoulder as if digging her nails into his skin would bring Henry back. She felt weak and angry at the same time, fuelled by rage at the world but so tired that she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“I need him back.”

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The feeling of her digging his nails into his skin was slightly painful, but it was nothing conspired to what he actually felt. He nodded slowly, lifting his hand up to cup her cheek.

“We need to pick up Michael.”

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@seriouswill

She flinched when he snapped; even when they argued, even when they disagreed, he didn’t speak to her like that. “Don’t you think I know that? But I can’t just go home, Will, I have to do something.”

[seriouswill]

“We are too close to this, Jen, you know that. We need to go home and be with our son.” He said, not bothering to answer the phone, he just put it back in his pocket.

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She grabbed on to his wrists, using his body for support. “I can’t breathe, baby. How am I supposed to go on? Losing the pregnancy, it... God. I didn’t know there was any worse pain. And this? I can’t handle it. I can’t breathe, Will.”

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“We go on...like we always do.” He whispered, moving his hands to her waist and he pulled her closer. His eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against hers, leaning up slightly to kiss her forehead. “In and out baby...remember? Just hold onto me...” he whispered, wiping his eyes quickly.

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@seriouswill

She flinched when he snapped; even when they argued, even when they disagreed, he didn’t speak to her like that. “Don’t you think I know that? But I can’t just go home, Will, I have to do something.”

[seriouswill]

“We are too close to this, Jen, you know that. We need to go home and be with our son.” He said, not bothering to answer the phone, he just put it back in his pocket.

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@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

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In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

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When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

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He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

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“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

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He was wrestling her, using all his strength to keep her from running headfirst into the building. When he handed her weapon over to Hotch, she relaxed, as if giving up.

His words went in one ear and out the other; she knew that. God, she knew the rules. It didn’t matter, Henry was in there. When his arms moved away from her, she made a run for it but didn’t get far. Derek had her by the waist, and turned her back to Will. “If you can’t behave, you can’t be here.”

Realisation hit her fully, and she fell against Will in defeat, her eyes full with tears and locked on the school building. “Please. He’s my baby, Derek. I can’t just leave him.”

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When JJ fell against him, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her head away from the building as he knew SWAT were about to enter. Wherever Henry was, he must’ve been terrified. Will held his wife tightly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Turning when he heard another officer speak, Will stood up straight again, still holding his wife. “Detective, the police chief would like to see you and your wife.” Will knew almost straight away that that was never a good thing. Especially in a situation like this. Will hesitantly turned back to JJ again, but words failed him.

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That wasn’t good. It was never good, when the chief wanted to see someone in private, it was always bad news. When Will looked at her, she just nodded, even though she felt hopelessly terrified. “Sure.”

They turned to follow the officer, on legs that she could barely feel moving, and they were heading to a field of corpses. Covered in bags, of course, but row after row of body bags were sprinkled across the grass field. Most of them were tiny, and her heart broke for the parents.

“Detective Lamontagne, Agent Jareau... I’m very sorry, but we need you to identify your son.” The statement was enough to make her lip start to tremble, but she refused to believe it. It wasn’t until the zipper was pulled back and she saw Henry; her sweet, innocent baby, looking peaceful but distant, that she believed it. His eyes were closed, his skin pale and taut, his shirt covered in blood - but it was Henry.

Her knees bent and she fell down beside the body, her hands reaching for his face, and she screamed. Loud, heartbreaking, tearing through the air and reaching far enough to make Emily glance up from where she was standing by the cars. She screamed again, and again, begging whoever would listen to just give her baby back.

[seriouswill]

There was absolutely nothing Will could’ve done to prepare himself for what he saw as the Chief of Police, his boss, pull back the zipper of the body back. Will had never shown any sort of behaviour that may be considered a weakness, whether it be crying or something else. In front of JJ, he’d just never done it. Up until now. Will watched as his wife sunk to her knees beside him and Will took a moment to himself, silently crying instead of screaming like his wife was doing.

Over by the cars, the team had just been notified that JJ and Will had just identified Henry’s body, and they too were as shocked as they were.

Will took a deep breath and finally kneeled by his wife, running his fingers through Henry’s long hair. Eventually, Will stood up and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger towards the world. “Babe....”

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JJ had always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and after staring at Roslyn for ten minutes - she was convinced those ten minutes were the reason the paramedics hadn’t been able to save her sister - she’d sworn never to freeze again, to never hold back and push away her emotions.

It took time and energy to stop screaming into the abyss, and when she heard Will’s pet name she was brought back to reality slowly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy’s so sorry.” She didn’t know how she’d possibly pick up Michael, how she’d explain that his big brother was gone, how she’d continue to be a mother to their younger son when Henry was gone.

She got up on her feet and stepped away from Will, away from the body, barely making it to a tree for support before she was violently sick against the bark of it.

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“They are going to send a car to pick up Michael. But..we should...we should go home.” He whispered, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Will had no idea what to say or do, so when she started to be sick, he took a step back and let her do that unhindered.

The last time he’d felt such a loss like this was when his father died in the storm and before that, the death of his mother. Henry being dead was a new, different kind of pain. Anger and heartbreak all wrapped into one, as he thought of his wife a few feet away, and his young son who was about to find out his older brother and best friend was dead.

He had to be strong for his family. He had to keep them together. “Should I....should I call your mom?” he asked quietly, knowing she probably wouldn’t be up for it.

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She wiped at her mouth with a leaf, before shaking her head over and over. “No. I can’t, I... I have to work.” She nodded to herself, forcing the pain of the loss back, channeling it into focus and anger.

“I’m going to work. You can go to Michael, it’s... Its okay. I need to help. They need me here.” She couldn’t look at him, or she’d break down all over again, and she had no time for that.

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Will knew he had to find a way to release all of his pent up anger, but he also knew that he couldn’t show his wife how he was feeling. That wasn’t him. So, he stood up and glanced back up at the school. There’s no way his wife should be working right now — but there’s no way he’s be able to convince her otherwise, unless he went over her head and asked Hotch to demand that she be sent home.

“Babe, Michael needs us. Please, come home with me...we can tell him together.” He’s reaching out to take her hand, hoping she’d at least meet him half way, but he also knew better than to fight with Jennifer Jareau.

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“I know. I know, but so does Henry.” She looked up at him, and the sour taste of vomit in her throat and the smell of it in her nose, served as a stark reminder of the guilt and grief she felt.

“I need to work. Don’t take this away from me, Will, don’t.”

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“Our youngest son needs both of us. There’s nothing we can do for Henry here...” he whispered, before he turned and walked back towards the SUV.

He knew they had to tell Michael together, but if she wasn’t up for that he knew he’d be the one to have to do it. Not that Michael would understand properly, but the young boy still had a right to know.

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“Take down whoever did this, make sure they come in alive and rot in a jail cell.” She stomped up to Hotch, her eyes dark and her jaw set. “Give me my weapon back, Hotch. I’m going in there.”

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“And get yourself killed in the process....” Will rolled his eyes as he turned to Hotch when JJ spoke to him.

“Don’t give her that gun.” He said, shaking his head.

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“And so what if I am?!” She turned when Hotch took her husbands opinion over hers, and stared Will in the eyes. “So what, if I am killed? My son is gone, William. Dead.”

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“What about us, huh? My son is dead too, Jennifer.“ he snapped, turning away from her again so he could wipe his eyes quickly. He took out his phone when it started to ring and he sighed. “It’s the babysitter.“

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@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

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In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

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He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

[seriouswill]

“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

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He was wrestling her, using all his strength to keep her from running headfirst into the building. When he handed her weapon over to Hotch, she relaxed, as if giving up.

His words went in one ear and out the other; she knew that. God, she knew the rules. It didn’t matter, Henry was in there. When his arms moved away from her, she made a run for it but didn’t get far. Derek had her by the waist, and turned her back to Will. “If you can’t behave, you can’t be here.”

Realisation hit her fully, and she fell against Will in defeat, her eyes full with tears and locked on the school building. “Please. He’s my baby, Derek. I can’t just leave him.”

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When JJ fell against him, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her head away from the building as he knew SWAT were about to enter. Wherever Henry was, he must’ve been terrified. Will held his wife tightly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Turning when he heard another officer speak, Will stood up straight again, still holding his wife. “Detective, the police chief would like to see you and your wife.” Will knew almost straight away that that was never a good thing. Especially in a situation like this. Will hesitantly turned back to JJ again, but words failed him.

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That wasn’t good. It was never good, when the chief wanted to see someone in private, it was always bad news. When Will looked at her, she just nodded, even though she felt hopelessly terrified. “Sure.”

They turned to follow the officer, on legs that she could barely feel moving, and they were heading to a field of corpses. Covered in bags, of course, but row after row of body bags were sprinkled across the grass field. Most of them were tiny, and her heart broke for the parents.

“Detective Lamontagne, Agent Jareau... I’m very sorry, but we need you to identify your son.” The statement was enough to make her lip start to tremble, but she refused to believe it. It wasn’t until the zipper was pulled back and she saw Henry; her sweet, innocent baby, looking peaceful but distant, that she believed it. His eyes were closed, his skin pale and taut, his shirt covered in blood - but it was Henry.

Her knees bent and she fell down beside the body, her hands reaching for his face, and she screamed. Loud, heartbreaking, tearing through the air and reaching far enough to make Emily glance up from where she was standing by the cars. She screamed again, and again, begging whoever would listen to just give her baby back.

[seriouswill]

There was absolutely nothing Will could’ve done to prepare himself for what he saw as the Chief of Police, his boss, pull back the zipper of the body back. Will had never shown any sort of behaviour that may be considered a weakness, whether it be crying or something else. In front of JJ, he’d just never done it. Up until now. Will watched as his wife sunk to her knees beside him and Will took a moment to himself, silently crying instead of screaming like his wife was doing.

Over by the cars, the team had just been notified that JJ and Will had just identified Henry’s body, and they too were as shocked as they were.

Will took a deep breath and finally kneeled by his wife, running his fingers through Henry’s long hair. Eventually, Will stood up and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger towards the world. “Babe....”

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JJ had always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and after staring at Roslyn for ten minutes - she was convinced those ten minutes were the reason the paramedics hadn’t been able to save her sister - she’d sworn never to freeze again, to never hold back and push away her emotions.

It took time and energy to stop screaming into the abyss, and when she heard Will’s pet name she was brought back to reality slowly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy’s so sorry.” She didn’t know how she’d possibly pick up Michael, how she’d explain that his big brother was gone, how she’d continue to be a mother to their younger son when Henry was gone.

She got up on her feet and stepped away from Will, away from the body, barely making it to a tree for support before she was violently sick against the bark of it.

[seriouswill]

“They are going to send a car to pick up Michael. But..we should...we should go home.” He whispered, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Will had no idea what to say or do, so when she started to be sick, he took a step back and let her do that unhindered.

The last time he’d felt such a loss like this was when his father died in the storm and before that, the death of his mother. Henry being dead was a new, different kind of pain. Anger and heartbreak all wrapped into one, as he thought of his wife a few feet away, and his young son who was about to find out his older brother and best friend was dead.

He had to be strong for his family. He had to keep them together. “Should I....should I call your mom?” he asked quietly, knowing she probably wouldn’t be up for it.

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She wiped at her mouth with a leaf, before shaking her head over and over. “No. I can’t, I... I have to work.” She nodded to herself, forcing the pain of the loss back, channeling it into focus and anger.

“I’m going to work. You can go to Michael, it’s... Its okay. I need to help. They need me here.” She couldn’t look at him, or she’d break down all over again, and she had no time for that.

[seriouswill]

Will knew he had to find a way to release all of his pent up anger, but he also knew that he couldn’t show his wife how he was feeling. That wasn’t him. So, he stood up and glanced back up at the school. There’s no way his wife should be working right now — but there’s no way he’s be able to convince her otherwise, unless he went over her head and asked Hotch to demand that she be sent home.

“Babe, Michael needs us. Please, come home with me...we can tell him together.” He’s reaching out to take her hand, hoping she’d at least meet him half way, but he also knew better than to fight with Jennifer Jareau.

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“I know. I know, but so does Henry.” She looked up at him, and the sour taste of vomit in her throat and the smell of it in her nose, served as a stark reminder of the guilt and grief she felt.

“I need to work. Don’t take this away from me, Will, don’t.”

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“Our youngest son needs both of us. There’s nothing we can do for Henry here...” he whispered, before he turned and walked back towards the SUV.

He knew they had to tell Michael together, but if she wasn’t up for that he knew he’d be the one to have to do it. Not that Michael would understand properly, but the young boy still had a right to know.

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“Take down whoever did this, make sure they come in alive and rot in a jail cell.” She stomped up to Hotch, her eyes dark and her jaw set. “Give me my weapon back, Hotch. I’m going in there.”

[seriouswill]

“And get yourself killed in the process....” Will rolled his eyes as he turned to Hotch when JJ spoke to him.

“Don’t give her that gun.” He said, shaking his head.

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

[seriouswill]

“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He was wrestling her, using all his strength to keep her from running headfirst into the building. When he handed her weapon over to Hotch, she relaxed, as if giving up.

His words went in one ear and out the other; she knew that. God, she knew the rules. It didn’t matter, Henry was in there. When his arms moved away from her, she made a run for it but didn’t get far. Derek had her by the waist, and turned her back to Will. “If you can’t behave, you can’t be here.”

Realisation hit her fully, and she fell against Will in defeat, her eyes full with tears and locked on the school building. “Please. He’s my baby, Derek. I can’t just leave him.”

[seriouswill]

When JJ fell against him, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her head away from the building as he knew SWAT were about to enter. Wherever Henry was, he must’ve been terrified. Will held his wife tightly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Turning when he heard another officer speak, Will stood up straight again, still holding his wife. “Detective, the police chief would like to see you and your wife.” Will knew almost straight away that that was never a good thing. Especially in a situation like this. Will hesitantly turned back to JJ again, but words failed him.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

That wasn’t good. It was never good, when the chief wanted to see someone in private, it was always bad news. When Will looked at her, she just nodded, even though she felt hopelessly terrified. “Sure.”

They turned to follow the officer, on legs that she could barely feel moving, and they were heading to a field of corpses. Covered in bags, of course, but row after row of body bags were sprinkled across the grass field. Most of them were tiny, and her heart broke for the parents.

“Detective Lamontagne, Agent Jareau... I’m very sorry, but we need you to identify your son.” The statement was enough to make her lip start to tremble, but she refused to believe it. It wasn’t until the zipper was pulled back and she saw Henry; her sweet, innocent baby, looking peaceful but distant, that she believed it. His eyes were closed, his skin pale and taut, his shirt covered in blood - but it was Henry.

Her knees bent and she fell down beside the body, her hands reaching for his face, and she screamed. Loud, heartbreaking, tearing through the air and reaching far enough to make Emily glance up from where she was standing by the cars. She screamed again, and again, begging whoever would listen to just give her baby back.

[seriouswill]

There was absolutely nothing Will could’ve done to prepare himself for what he saw as the Chief of Police, his boss, pull back the zipper of the body back. Will had never shown any sort of behaviour that may be considered a weakness, whether it be crying or something else. In front of JJ, he’d just never done it. Up until now. Will watched as his wife sunk to her knees beside him and Will took a moment to himself, silently crying instead of screaming like his wife was doing.

Over by the cars, the team had just been notified that JJ and Will had just identified Henry’s body, and they too were as shocked as they were.

Will took a deep breath and finally kneeled by his wife, running his fingers through Henry’s long hair. Eventually, Will stood up and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger towards the world. “Babe....”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

JJ had always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and after staring at Roslyn for ten minutes - she was convinced those ten minutes were the reason the paramedics hadn’t been able to save her sister - she’d sworn never to freeze again, to never hold back and push away her emotions.

It took time and energy to stop screaming into the abyss, and when she heard Will’s pet name she was brought back to reality slowly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy’s so sorry.” She didn’t know how she’d possibly pick up Michael, how she’d explain that his big brother was gone, how she’d continue to be a mother to their younger son when Henry was gone.

She got up on her feet and stepped away from Will, away from the body, barely making it to a tree for support before she was violently sick against the bark of it.

[seriouswill]

“They are going to send a car to pick up Michael. But..we should...we should go home.” He whispered, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Will had no idea what to say or do, so when she started to be sick, he took a step back and let her do that unhindered.

The last time he’d felt such a loss like this was when his father died in the storm and before that, the death of his mother. Henry being dead was a new, different kind of pain. Anger and heartbreak all wrapped into one, as he thought of his wife a few feet away, and his young son who was about to find out his older brother and best friend was dead.

He had to be strong for his family. He had to keep them together. “Should I....should I call your mom?” he asked quietly, knowing she probably wouldn’t be up for it.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

She wiped at her mouth with a leaf, before shaking her head over and over. “No. I can’t, I... I have to work.” She nodded to herself, forcing the pain of the loss back, channeling it into focus and anger.

“I’m going to work. You can go to Michael, it’s... Its okay. I need to help. They need me here.” She couldn’t look at him, or she’d break down all over again, and she had no time for that.

[seriouswill]

Will knew he had to find a way to release all of his pent up anger, but he also knew that he couldn’t show his wife how he was feeling. That wasn’t him. So, he stood up and glanced back up at the school. There’s no way his wife should be working right now — but there’s no way he’s be able to convince her otherwise, unless he went over her head and asked Hotch to demand that she be sent home.

“Babe, Michael needs us. Please, come home with me...we can tell him together.” He’s reaching out to take her hand, hoping she’d at least meet him half way, but he also knew better than to fight with Jennifer Jareau.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

“I know. I know, but so does Henry.” She looked up at him, and the sour taste of vomit in her throat and the smell of it in her nose, served as a stark reminder of the guilt and grief she felt.

“I need to work. Don’t take this away from me, Will, don’t.”

[seriouswill]

“Our youngest son needs both of us. There’s nothing we can do for Henry here...” he whispered, before he turned and walked back towards the SUV.

He knew they had to tell Michael together, but if she wasn’t up for that he knew he’d be the one to have to do it. Not that Michael would understand properly, but the young boy still had a right to know.

[seriouswill]

/* has anyone seen higher ground? I wanna make a Scott Barringer account but idk

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

[seriouswill]

“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He was wrestling her, using all his strength to keep her from running headfirst into the building. When he handed her weapon over to Hotch, she relaxed, as if giving up.

His words went in one ear and out the other; she knew that. God, she knew the rules. It didn’t matter, Henry was in there. When his arms moved away from her, she made a run for it but didn’t get far. Derek had her by the waist, and turned her back to Will. “If you can’t behave, you can’t be here.”

Realisation hit her fully, and she fell against Will in defeat, her eyes full with tears and locked on the school building. “Please. He’s my baby, Derek. I can’t just leave him.”

[seriouswill]

When JJ fell against him, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her head away from the building as he knew SWAT were about to enter. Wherever Henry was, he must’ve been terrified. Will held his wife tightly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Turning when he heard another officer speak, Will stood up straight again, still holding his wife. “Detective, the police chief would like to see you and your wife.” Will knew almost straight away that that was never a good thing. Especially in a situation like this. Will hesitantly turned back to JJ again, but words failed him.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

That wasn’t good. It was never good, when the chief wanted to see someone in private, it was always bad news. When Will looked at her, she just nodded, even though she felt hopelessly terrified. “Sure.”

They turned to follow the officer, on legs that she could barely feel moving, and they were heading to a field of corpses. Covered in bags, of course, but row after row of body bags were sprinkled across the grass field. Most of them were tiny, and her heart broke for the parents.

“Detective Lamontagne, Agent Jareau... I’m very sorry, but we need you to identify your son.” The statement was enough to make her lip start to tremble, but she refused to believe it. It wasn’t until the zipper was pulled back and she saw Henry; her sweet, innocent baby, looking peaceful but distant, that she believed it. His eyes were closed, his skin pale and taut, his shirt covered in blood - but it was Henry.

Her knees bent and she fell down beside the body, her hands reaching for his face, and she screamed. Loud, heartbreaking, tearing through the air and reaching far enough to make Emily glance up from where she was standing by the cars. She screamed again, and again, begging whoever would listen to just give her baby back.

[seriouswill]

There was absolutely nothing Will could’ve done to prepare himself for what he saw as the Chief of Police, his boss, pull back the zipper of the body back. Will had never shown any sort of behaviour that may be considered a weakness, whether it be crying or something else. In front of JJ, he’d just never done it. Up until now. Will watched as his wife sunk to her knees beside him and Will took a moment to himself, silently crying instead of screaming like his wife was doing.

Over by the cars, the team had just been notified that JJ and Will had just identified Henry’s body, and they too were as shocked as they were.

Will took a deep breath and finally kneeled by his wife, running his fingers through Henry’s long hair. Eventually, Will stood up and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger towards the world. “Babe....”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

JJ had always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and after staring at Roslyn for ten minutes - she was convinced those ten minutes were the reason the paramedics hadn’t been able to save her sister - she’d sworn never to freeze again, to never hold back and push away her emotions.

It took time and energy to stop screaming into the abyss, and when she heard Will’s pet name she was brought back to reality slowly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy’s so sorry.” She didn’t know how she’d possibly pick up Michael, how she’d explain that his big brother was gone, how she’d continue to be a mother to their younger son when Henry was gone.

She got up on her feet and stepped away from Will, away from the body, barely making it to a tree for support before she was violently sick against the bark of it.

[seriouswill]

“They are going to send a car to pick up Michael. But..we should...we should go home.” He whispered, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Will had no idea what to say or do, so when she started to be sick, he took a step back and let her do that unhindered.

The last time he’d felt such a loss like this was when his father died in the storm and before that, the death of his mother. Henry being dead was a new, different kind of pain. Anger and heartbreak all wrapped into one, as he thought of his wife a few feet away, and his young son who was about to find out his older brother and best friend was dead.

He had to be strong for his family. He had to keep them together. “Should I....should I call your mom?” he asked quietly, knowing she probably wouldn’t be up for it.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

She wiped at her mouth with a leaf, before shaking her head over and over. “No. I can’t, I... I have to work.” She nodded to herself, forcing the pain of the loss back, channeling it into focus and anger.

“I’m going to work. You can go to Michael, it’s... Its okay. I need to help. They need me here.” She couldn’t look at him, or she’d break down all over again, and she had no time for that.

[seriouswill]

Will knew he had to find a way to release all of his pent up anger, but he also knew that he couldn’t show his wife how he was feeling. That wasn’t him. So, he stood up and glanced back up at the school. There’s no way his wife should be working right now — but there’s no way he’s be able to convince her otherwise, unless he went over her head and asked Hotch to demand that she be sent home.

“Babe, Michael needs us. Please, come home with me...we can tell him together.” He’s reaching out to take her hand, hoping she’d at least meet him half way, but he also knew better than to fight with Jennifer Jareau.

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

[seriouswill]

“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He was wrestling her, using all his strength to keep her from running headfirst into the building. When he handed her weapon over to Hotch, she relaxed, as if giving up.

His words went in one ear and out the other; she knew that. God, she knew the rules. It didn’t matter, Henry was in there. When his arms moved away from her, she made a run for it but didn’t get far. Derek had her by the waist, and turned her back to Will. “If you can’t behave, you can’t be here.”

Realisation hit her fully, and she fell against Will in defeat, her eyes full with tears and locked on the school building. “Please. He’s my baby, Derek. I can’t just leave him.”

[seriouswill]

When JJ fell against him, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her head away from the building as he knew SWAT were about to enter. Wherever Henry was, he must’ve been terrified. Will held his wife tightly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Turning when he heard another officer speak, Will stood up straight again, still holding his wife. “Detective, the police chief would like to see you and your wife.” Will knew almost straight away that that was never a good thing. Especially in a situation like this. Will hesitantly turned back to JJ again, but words failed him.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

That wasn’t good. It was never good, when the chief wanted to see someone in private, it was always bad news. When Will looked at her, she just nodded, even though she felt hopelessly terrified. “Sure.”

They turned to follow the officer, on legs that she could barely feel moving, and they were heading to a field of corpses. Covered in bags, of course, but row after row of body bags were sprinkled across the grass field. Most of them were tiny, and her heart broke for the parents.

“Detective Lamontagne, Agent Jareau... I’m very sorry, but we need you to identify your son.” The statement was enough to make her lip start to tremble, but she refused to believe it. It wasn’t until the zipper was pulled back and she saw Henry; her sweet, innocent baby, looking peaceful but distant, that she believed it. His eyes were closed, his skin pale and taut, his shirt covered in blood - but it was Henry.

Her knees bent and she fell down beside the body, her hands reaching for his face, and she screamed. Loud, heartbreaking, tearing through the air and reaching far enough to make Emily glance up from where she was standing by the cars. She screamed again, and again, begging whoever would listen to just give her baby back.

[seriouswill]

There was absolutely nothing Will could’ve done to prepare himself for what he saw as the Chief of Police, his boss, pull back the zipper of the body back. Will had never shown any sort of behaviour that may be considered a weakness, whether it be crying or something else. In front of JJ, he’d just never done it. Up until now. Will watched as his wife sunk to her knees beside him and Will took a moment to himself, silently crying instead of screaming like his wife was doing.

Over by the cars, the team had just been notified that JJ and Will had just identified Henry’s body, and they too were as shocked as they were.

Will took a deep breath and finally kneeled by his wife, running his fingers through Henry’s long hair. Eventually, Will stood up and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger towards the world. “Babe....”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

JJ had always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and after staring at Roslyn for ten minutes - she was convinced those ten minutes were the reason the paramedics hadn’t been able to save her sister - she’d sworn never to freeze again, to never hold back and push away her emotions.

It took time and energy to stop screaming into the abyss, and when she heard Will’s pet name she was brought back to reality slowly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy’s so sorry.” She didn’t know how she’d possibly pick up Michael, how she’d explain that his big brother was gone, how she’d continue to be a mother to their younger son when Henry was gone.

She got up on her feet and stepped away from Will, away from the body, barely making it to a tree for support before she was violently sick against the bark of it.

[seriouswill]

“They are going to send a car to pick up Michael. But..we should...we should go home.” He whispered, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Will had no idea what to say or do, so when she started to be sick, he took a step back and let her do that unhindered.

The last time he’d felt such a loss like this was when his father died in the storm and before that, the death of his mother. Henry being dead was a new, different kind of pain. Anger and heartbreak all wrapped into one, as he thought of his wife a few feet away, and his young son who was about to find out his older brother and best friend was dead.

He had to be strong for his family. He had to keep them together. “Should I....should I call your mom?” he asked quietly, knowing she probably wouldn’t be up for it.

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

[seriouswill]

“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He was wrestling her, using all his strength to keep her from running headfirst into the building. When he handed her weapon over to Hotch, she relaxed, as if giving up.

His words went in one ear and out the other; she knew that. God, she knew the rules. It didn’t matter, Henry was in there. When his arms moved away from her, she made a run for it but didn’t get far. Derek had her by the waist, and turned her back to Will. “If you can’t behave, you can’t be here.”

Realisation hit her fully, and she fell against Will in defeat, her eyes full with tears and locked on the school building. “Please. He’s my baby, Derek. I can’t just leave him.”

[seriouswill]

When JJ fell against him, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her head away from the building as he knew SWAT were about to enter. Wherever Henry was, he must’ve been terrified. Will held his wife tightly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Turning when he heard another officer speak, Will stood up straight again, still holding his wife. “Detective, the police chief would like to see you and your wife.” Will knew almost straight away that that was never a good thing. Especially in a situation like this. Will hesitantly turned back to JJ again, but words failed him.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

That wasn’t good. It was never good, when the chief wanted to see someone in private, it was always bad news. When Will looked at her, she just nodded, even though she felt hopelessly terrified. “Sure.”

They turned to follow the officer, on legs that she could barely feel moving, and they were heading to a field of corpses. Covered in bags, of course, but row after row of body bags were sprinkled across the grass field. Most of them were tiny, and her heart broke for the parents.

“Detective Lamontagne, Agent Jareau... I’m very sorry, but we need you to identify your son.” The statement was enough to make her lip start to tremble, but she refused to believe it. It wasn’t until the zipper was pulled back and she saw Henry; her sweet, innocent baby, looking peaceful but distant, that she believed it. His eyes were closed, his skin pale and taut, his shirt covered in blood - but it was Henry.

Her knees bent and she fell down beside the body, her hands reaching for his face, and she screamed. Loud, heartbreaking, tearing through the air and reaching far enough to make Emily glance up from where she was standing by the cars. She screamed again, and again, begging whoever would listen to just give her baby back.

[seriouswill]

There was absolutely nothing Will could’ve done to prepare himself for what he saw as the Chief of Police, his boss, pull back the zipper of the body back. Will had never shown any sort of behaviour that may be considered a weakness, whether it be crying or something else. In front of JJ, he’d just never done it. Up until now. Will watched as his wife sunk to her knees beside him and Will took a moment to himself, silently crying instead of screaming like his wife was doing.

Over by the cars, the team had just been notified that JJ and Will had just identified Henry’s body, and they too were as shocked as they were.

Will took a deep breath and finally kneeled by his wife, running his fingers through Henry’s long hair. Eventually, Will stood up and took a deep breath, trying to control his anger towards the world. “Babe....”

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

[seriouswill]

“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He was wrestling her, using all his strength to keep her from running headfirst into the building. When he handed her weapon over to Hotch, she relaxed, as if giving up.

His words went in one ear and out the other; she knew that. God, she knew the rules. It didn’t matter, Henry was in there. When his arms moved away from her, she made a run for it but didn’t get far. Derek had her by the waist, and turned her back to Will. “If you can’t behave, you can’t be here.”

Realisation hit her fully, and she fell against Will in defeat, her eyes full with tears and locked on the school building. “Please. He’s my baby, Derek. I can’t just leave him.”

[seriouswill]

When JJ fell against him, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her head away from the building as he knew SWAT were about to enter. Wherever Henry was, he must’ve been terrified. Will held his wife tightly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Turning when he heard another officer speak, Will stood up straight again, still holding his wife. “Detective, the police chief would like to see you and your wife.” Will knew almost straight away that that was never a good thing. Especially in a situation like this. Will hesitantly turned back to JJ again, but words failed him.

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

He hasn’t come out yet.

The words hit her like a wall of bricks and her knees went weak beneath her, leaving her panting and clutching on to Will in a desperate fight to regain her footing.

Thirty deaths already, no word from Henry, and gunshots were still going off from within the building.

“Then, I have to go get him. He’s my son, I have to save him.” She had the vest on already, and instinctively reached to tug the gun from her hip and unhook the safety lock. “I have to get my son. Let go of me.”

[seriouswill]

“𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝙉𝙊!“

Will was never usually one for raising his voice, but as he pulled his wife backwards, all while pulling the gun from her grasp, he couldn’t help it. “NO!” He said again, as he managed to finally retired the gun from her, giving it to Hotch who was walking past.

“Listen to me! Listen to me, Jennifer!” He said, his arms wrapping around her tightly so he could make sure she didn’t try to run in the direction of the building. “They need to clear the building, but you and I both know...we can’t go inside.” He didn’t want to follow protocol, especially when their son was inside with gunmen shooting bullets everywhere, but he knew at least one of them had to follow it.

“They are going to clear the school...” he said, though once again, his speech was faint as he finally let go of his wife. He looked around at the parents on the other side of the police tape, obviously waiting for news on their children too. He recognised some of them.

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[selfmadesaviour-deactivated2025]

In the haste of it all, she had forgotten her phone at the office. At first it had been a vague news report, then a call from the police department, and then she’d heard it. The name of the school, the mention of a location that made her blood freeze to ice — that was Henry’s school. Henry, who’d she’d sent to school that morning despite complaints about feeling ill.

Had she sent him to his death, for the sake of not taking a sick day?

“Will!” JJ threw herself out of the SUV before it had even properly stopped, taking long steps to reach her husband. “Have you heard anything? What’a happening? How many shooters, is Henry okay?” Her gaze travelled frantically across the group of teachers and children, searching for Henry. No luck.

[seriouswill]

When Henry had woken up this morning, complaining that he wasn’t feeling well, JJ and Will had both consciously decided to send him to school and if he was still feeling unwell later on in the day, one of them would pick him up. And if not them, someone would be there to make sure the boy got home safely. It hadn’t even occurred to Will on the way over that this was Henry’s school, until he saw one of the other parents he recognised. Just as JJ made her way out of the SUV, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Nothin’, they said on the radio that there’s at least 30 dead, if not more and a lot of the kids are still unaccounted for. Two shooters, at least.” He was talking quickly as if they didn’t have a moment to lose and really, they didn’t. “He didn’t...he hasn’t come out yet....”

His voice trailed off and the blood drained from his face, he leaned against the SUV, taking a deep breath before he turned to his wife. “They are clearin’ the school now.” He said in monotone as though he was a robot, the worry on his face growing with each passing second.

[seriouswill]

@liasionjareau ;

Will could hear the chaos outside from within his office. It wasn’t hard to hear, really, because the glass between his office and the PD floor was paper thin. The detective stood from his desk and made his way to the door, opening it and he peaked out. His whole department were crowding around the tv, engrossed in the news reel that had obviously just started. Then the phones started to continuously, one after the other. Will turned to the detective who had just gotten off the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, and even after living in Washington D.C. for several years, his voice still had that baritone southern charm to it. When the other officer started to speak, Will grabbed his phone and his coat from his office straight away. He usually didn’t go out on calls like this, but today, needs must. A school shooting nearby, with up to thirty dead and some children still accounted for, Will knew they needed all hands on deck. Fear of the unknown terrified Will, but it also gave him a boost of adrenaline, like his own personal brand of heroin. His mind wondered to his son who was at school after complaining he had a sore stomach this morning, but then he knew he had to be professional.

He pulled up to the school almost moments later, watching the scene unfold in front of him. His officers scattering themselves across the school grounds, leading teachers and children to safety. Others, talking to parents and members of the public. It felt like time was frozen, and in the immediate moments after he’d arrived, they heard more gunshots. It was like the breaking of glass and the crying of children all wrapped into one.

He’d called his wife almost three times since he got here, but it seemed like the phone lines were down, which didn’t help at all. He looked around for a moment, realising that calling her was no use, because she was here already. He watched as the SUVs rolled up and he ran towards them.

“JJ!”

[mariiawrites]

give me a ‘divorced couple who still sees each other often for kid drop offs and school activities’ and going on without each other has been a process and weird and there’s still two am drunk texts being all 'i miss you’ but they never address it in person and just pretend that it didn’t happen. and the angst and seeing new people, sometimes being jealous and a little bit vindictive fully aware of how awful that is. break my heart fam.

[wavelette]

like, the most compelling ships for me always stem out of one thing: the characters have a profound, ongoing effect on each other’s senses of selves. when they are apart, the characters’ actions are still affected by each other. the way they approach the world changes because of the other. 

which is this deeply Austenian view of ideal romantic relationships as mechanisms by which we come to know ourselves better and become better versions of ourselves. good romance, for me, is always tied in with a sense of self-actualization, and the way in which a beloved partner allows a person to know themselves better.