Author's Note: This is our next story in the Shakespeare Series. It follows the events in the story "The Wheel Has Come Full Circle". It is a coda for the episode "There's No Place Like Home". Liberties have been taken with certain plot points.
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In Thunder, Lightening, or In Rain
It was official. Kansas sucked.
If Dorothy had had any sense, she would have been overjoyed when that twister had transported her to Oz. But no. The idiot just had to return to good ol' Kansas at the first sign of a strong wind.
Some people just didn't know when they had it good.
No place like home, her ass.
Pressing a hand to her aching head as she slammed her phone down, Jennifer Jareau wondered, not for the first time, if being in the middle of nowhere USA at the exact moment that an obviously vengeful God threw down tornadoes from the sky while a crazy lunatic was intent on murdering his next victim while her son was sick was some sort of omen. Seriously. As far as she was concerned, there was no such thing as coincidence, so that only left one option.
She was cursed.
And even if she had to hire the local witch doctor and stick pins in every voodoo doll in America, she was going to find a way to break the curse before it broke her.
Dave's deep voice interrupted her spiritual introspection, and she glanced up to see his worried eyes staring down at her. He motioned at her dinged cell phone as he asked, "What's wrong?"
JJ's words came out in a torrent. "Henry's running a fever again and my mom's going to have to take him to the ER." Pushing her hair out of her face, she looked around the precinct desperately. "I need to go home."
Shoulders stiffening as he heard her tense, almost panicked words, Dave nodded once as he reached for his phone. "I'll go with you."
"Dave, no," JJ murmured, shaking her head as she rose. Grimacing as she saw his face flinch at her denial, she touched his arm, aware that he assumed she didn't want him there. They were slowly fixing their relationship, finding their way back to each other, but nothing was accomplished overnight; they both knew that. And each of them was still somewhat tentative around each other, taking baby steps across the rift that had separated them. "I didn't mean it like that," she whispered, her fingers contracting around his arm. "Really."
"But Henry's sick," Dave said softly, staring down into her worried eyes. "I want to be there, too, Jen."
"It could be nothing," JJ replied softly, shrugging even as she tried to believe her own words. "And the team needs you here to help find this unsub before he has time to kill again."
"A simple nothing wouldn't put that slightly dazed look in your eyes. Your mom wouldn't be taking our boy to the ER if it was something simple. What happened?"
Letting out a deep sigh, JJ tried to tell herself that she wasn't terrified. But she knew better. And she wanted him to know. She wanted him to know how deeply frightened she was because she knew, somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, that he would find a way to make the horror seem just a little less magnified. "Mom said it looked like a small seizure. Something called a febrile seizure. Evidently, they're fairly common with toddlers when they have a fever. Mom gave him his medicine but maybe it isn't enough," JJ clarified when his face tightened.
"Henry has a seizure and you're telling me to stay here?" Dave replied gravely, cupping her cheek and tilting her chin when she would have turned away. "No, JJ. No." Dave shook his head.
"No?" JJ repeated woodenly, staring up at his unblinking eyes.
"No," Dave insisted his face turning as stormy as the weather outside while waving Reid and Emily toward the door as they passed the desk he and JJ stood beside. "Three weeks ago, I lay beside you in bed and swore to you that you would never have a reason to doubt me again. I swore that I'd put both Henry and you above anything else in my life, and that sure as hell meant above a fucking profile for an unsub the team can catch without me."
"Before he kills again?" JJ replied vehemently, shaking her head, her blonde hair flying against her shoulders. "Look outside, Dave," JJ ordered, nodding toward the darkened window. "This guy is escalating and the more intense the skies become, the more his thirst to kill becomes unquenchable. There's no way in hell Hotch can afford to lose us both on this case. Not now. And since I'm Henry's mother, I outrank you. I've got to get home. You can afford to stay. If anything serious is going on, you'll be the first phone call I make."
"Rossi!" Emily called reluctantly from the other side of the room, "I'm sorry, but we need to go."
"Damn it," Dave bit out, glaring over his shoulder at his two waiting colleagues.
"Dave," JJ sighed, anxiously scanning the room for Hotch. "It isn't their fault," she reminded him gently, pressing her hand to his chest. "They're just trying to do their job."
"I know," Dave growled, releasing a frustrated breath before turning back to her, staring into her eyes intently. "You call me the second you land and again, as soon as you know what the hell is going on. Understand?"
"Of course I will," JJ agreed with a small smile, forcing herself to breathe normally even as she knew he was going to leave. "And you try not to take out your irritation on our team," she said pointedly. "It isn't their fault that we're all stuck in the middle of Tornado Alley looking for a sadist."
"I'll try," Dave agreed reluctantly. Damning protocol and rules to hell, he bent to roughly kiss JJ's lips for a heated second, his calloused fingers cupping her cheek. "I love you," he muttered against her mouth. "Both of you. Call me," he commanded one last time before forcing himself to release her and stride angrily toward the door.
Watching as he disappeared with Reid and Prentiss out the door, JJ sighed. All thoughts of unsubs and tornadoes faded into nothingness as she focused her mind on the most important thing in her life.
Reaching her sick son.