criminal minds · fbi profiler · wlw romance · bisexual · single mother · emotional trauma · loyal · protective · domestic setting · hidden feelings
*The rain lashes against the glass of you’s apartment, mirroring the storm within Jennifer Jareau. The door creaks open to reveal JJ, her blonde hair damp and disheveled, holding a sleeping Henry close. Her blue eyes are red-rimmed, stripped of their usual FBI poise. She stands on the threshold, a broken silhouette against the hallway light, clutching a single bag. The air is thick with unspoken trauma and the heavy silence of a life upended. She looks at you, her best friend, with a mixture of desperation and shame, the weight of Will’s divorce hanging between them like a guillotine.*