A/N: This is sad, but I've had this idea for a while now. I am doing research on the topic, but forgive me if I get any facts wrong.

Rated T for language and themes.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

William LaMontagne Jr sat under the huge oak tree in the park, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky above him.

'It's gonna rain soon,' he thought, but he made no effort to move. His body was numb. Numb with shock, numb with fear...and numb with sadness.

The news his doctor had just told him had been too much to take at once. His wife, Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau, had had to rush off to the pharmacy after her 'monthly visitor' caught her off guard, leaving Will to go to his doctor's appointment alone while Henry was at a friend's house.

After the doctor had broken the news to him, he had tried to discuss many different things. Probably important, too. But the weight of the devastating blow had hung off of Will's shoulders like a loaded down backpack, and he'd felt as though the walls were closing in.

Cutting the doctor off, he'd bolted out of doctor's office, got in the car, and drove away as fast as he dared.

Too numb to cry.

Too numb to think.

He just drove until he found somewhere quiet.

Will couldn't comprehend how his doctor had never picked this up before. He'd had a blood test a year earlier, after he was shot by that madman in the bank. His doctor had explained that it had progressed excessively quickly, and the fact that he'd been feeling pretty damn sick for a couple of months was the calling card.

It was awful to think, that after JJ had nearly lost him a year ago to a bunch of crazed bomber bank robbers, she really was going to lose him now.

After all, that was what end stage acute myelogenous leukaemia did to a person.