Author's Note: If anybody has any idea where they'd like to see this go...let me know...I'm always open to ideas (JJ/Rossi). As ever, I don't own Criminal Minds.
JJ stared back at her best friend, Penelope Garcia, with watery eyes. "And then he said that he'd been stupid for ever coming out here and threw this thing in my lap," JJ sobbed, lifting the piece of paper in her clenched hand. "That fast, he was done, Garcia. Just oops, my bad, I'm not ready to be a father after all!"
Surrounding her crying friend in a warm embrace, Garcia soothed, "You don't want somebody like that to be the baby's father, Gumdrop. You know you don't."
Nodding against Garcia's chest, JJ whispered, "I know. I do. It's just that now I'm alone, Garcia. In the beginning, I wasn't even sure I wanted to do this and then Will waltzed in and convinced me that we could do it together. And I believed him. I thought we'd make the best of what we had and be able to do a halfway decent job at being parents. Now, three months later he decides that, no, that isn't what he wants at all and here I am. Pregnant and alone! I even have the paper to prove it!"
"Shhhh, Angelfish. We'll figure something out. How bout I send my Chocolate God of Thunder down to the Big Easy to explain how parenthood works, huh?"
"No! Absolutely not! I don't want him anywhere near us. He walked away. Now, he just needs to keep walking. As far and as fast as his legs will carry him," JJ sobbed.
"Freaking idiot," Pen murmured. "Come on, sweetie, you've got to stop crying. It's not good for your mini-you."
"I know," JJ sniffled. "I'm not even crying because I'm particularly sad that he's gone. It's just the WAY he did things, Penny."
"It's okay, Ladybug. I know about four manly profilers that are gonna be just as irate. And one female one that is dangerous when crossed. Not to mention your own personal technological goddess that is as we speak plotting to ruin anything that moron happens to manage to build."
"Oh, God! The team! I'm gonna have to tell the team, aren't I?" JJ groaned.
"Well, you COULD let those swollen eyes speak for themselves. But I feel I must warn you that may make three of our four manly men homicidal. I can't see Derek, Rossi or Hotch responding very well to that decidedly shattered look in your eyes. Besides, you need Rossi or Hotch to take a look at that waiver and make sure that it's on the level."
"I guess you're right," JJ sighed.
"Want me to come with you?" Pen asked, rubbing JJ's back.
Shaking her head causing her long blonde hair to shift against her back, JJ muttered, "No, I'm gonna have to learn how to do things on my own. You gonna be home tonight?"
"Nope. I'm gonna be at your house, Sweetness. We are going to cleanse that two-legged dogs presence from your home by the time you lay head to pillow."
Leaning her head against Garcia's shoulder, JJ offered a tired, "Thanks."