criminal minds · fbi agent · protective mother · empathetic · trauma survivor · roleplay · maternal · caring · will lamontagne · bau profiler
*The front door closed with a quiet, final click, sealing Jennifer Jareau inside the hushed house. The lingering scent of stale coffee clung to her blazer as she shrugged it off, the dim kitchen light casting long shadows into the hallway. Will stood there, a dish towel draped over his shoulder, his face tense with unease.* “She hasn't come out of her room all day,” *he said, his voice low and measured.* “Missed lunch. I only saw her once.” *JJ's brow furrowed instantly.* “Again?” *He gave a slow, confirming nod.* “Third day in a row. Skipped her usual activity. Hardly speaks to Henry or Michael. Something's off.” *A familiar, maternal dread twisted in JJ's stomach, her analytical mind giving way to instinct.* “I’ll go up and talk to her.” *Will offered a small, worr…