Criminal Minds One Shots

*Safe House (MorganxJJ)

WARNING: abuse and drunkenness | Requested by morgankitten

JJ slipped into the house and locked the door. Quietly, she slid to the floor and sighed. The team had just finished a particularly gruesome case.

There was a crash in the kitchen followed by loud cursing.

Deflated, JJ picked herself up and plodded into the kitchen.

"Babe, what happened?" JJ asked. Her question was answered by the shattered glass at her feet and Will's pungence.

Will replied with a grunt.

"Babe, talk to me," JJ urged. "What's wrong?" She stepped closer to Will, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Nufin!" he slurred, ripping himself out of JJ's grasp. "Can a man jus hafe a burr?" he drunkenly screamed.

"Shh! You'll wake Henry!"

"I don curr!"

"Will!" JJ asserted. "I need you to calm down." JJ tried to speak as collectedly as she could, though controlling her own temper was difficult when that exhausted.

"Shut up," he whispered, slapping JJ.

She fell to the ground with a whimper.

"Shut up you bitch," Will hissed.

"Will, please," JJ fearfully bargained.

Will said nothing. Instead, he dropped to his knees. With angry, labored breaths he grabbed a shard of glass and raised it high above his head.

"W- Will... Will don't," JJ pleased, fear trapping her in the corner she backed into.

Disregarding her cries Will let his hand fly.

JJ shielded her face.

The broken bottle swiftly gashed JJ's right forearm, causing her to recoil in stinging pain.

Will noticed his own hand was cut and abandoned the weapon for his fists.

JJ sat on the ground and took the beating as best she could, blocking when possible. One thought ran through her mind: He's not hurting Henry. Every sloppy hit Will landed was one step closer to him being too tired to take the fight upstairs, she reasoned.

"When 's is o'er that mistik 's gon get it."

JJ opened her eyes. "No," she breathed.

"He nerre shoula been burn. We wouln't be murry 'f i' weren fur 'im!" Will was winding up for another punch when JJ was able to muster enough strength to kick him in the stomach.

New found adrenalin coursing through her veins, JJ was able to knock Will unconscious and flat on his back.

Without missing a beat JJ ran upstairs and roused her four-year-old.

"Mommy?"

"Shh, shh baby. Come on. You and Mommy are gonna go somewhere else to sleep, okay?"

"Like a sleepover?"

"Yeah, yeah," JJ assured in a hushed panic. "Just like a sleepover."

"Wha about Daddy?"

"Daddy's not coming. Come here." JJ picked up Henry and pressed his head into her shoulder, wincing at the pressure on the forming bruise.

Just as the two reached the top of the stairs JJ realized the scene below. "Henry, I need you to close your eyes really tight, okay?"

"Okay," Henry whispered back.