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Part 13 of Jeid and Jemily (BECAUSE WHY THE F NOT)
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2024-09-10
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There was no case that week, meaning it was a week of paperwork, something that JJ slightly detested. Slightly. She'd still choose paperwork over the myriad of grisly murders. Currently she was in her office, buried under a mountain of folders that needed sorting and signing. She looked at her watch. Fifteen past eleven. Right. Time to stretch your muscles, Jareau. The blonde stood up, wincing as she tried to get rid of the kinks. She left her office and made her way to the pantry for a much-needed cup of coffee. As she neared, she saw that someone beat her to the pot. Spencer. She immediately knew something was wrong. The doctor had his head down, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles were white, knees bouncing.

"Spence?" JJ asked. "Everything all right?" 

"Too much." Spencer mumbled, voice trembling. "Too much. Too much, too much, too much."

"Look at me." JJ whispered. "Sweetheart, look at me." 

Spencer's head snapped to her direction. He was sweating, face ashen.

"My office?" JJ said, and Spencer nodded. Discreetly she led her friend to her office, locking the door and closing the blinds.

"What is it, baby? Tell me." JJ said, crouching before Spencer.

"I get these...bursts. My senses go into overdrive. Everything seems sharper, the sounds are louder, so much information flooding in-" Spencer began to hyperventilate.

"Shh, shh. Easy. Deep breaths." JJ instructed. "Deep breaths. Follow me. In, out, in out, in out."

Spencer tried, but to no avail.

"Not enough." Spencer shook his head adamantly. "Not enough."

"Eyes on me." JJ said, trying a different tactic. "Eye on me. What do you see? What am I wearing?"

Spencer looked at her. "White-white shirt. Watch on left wrist."

"You're doing great, honey. You're doing great. What else? What about my face?

"Blonde hair, blue eyes. Earrings."

"Good, that's good." JJ encouraged. Slowly Spencer's breathing evened.

"Everything OK now?" J asked. She joined Spencer, scratching the doctor's scalp soothingly when he rested his head on her shoulder.

"Rest, my love." JJ whispered.