A/N: I honestly don't know where this idea came from but, it came, and it wouldn't leave so I wrote it down. Hope you enjoy it. Please R&R.

The warm water dripped down her face, droplets falling from her eyelashes. She blinked them away, thus completing her nightly routine. With Henry asleep and Will sitting in the living room reviewing his latest case she could now sink into her pillow and study the back of her eyelids – something that she didn't seem to be able to do very often lately. Since the team's hearing with the Senate regarding their actions on the Doyle case, their piles of paperwork had seemingly tripled. Apparently serial killers were aware of this as they seemed to be killing much more frequently as of late, making everyone's job that much harder.

As he head hit the soft pillow, she let out a sigh. It was quiet, the way she liked it. Growing up in a rural community she was used to the quiet. It didn't scare her. In fact, she found it rather soothing. Just as she was about to settle back into the mattress her phone rang with a familiar tune. She knew who it was. She hadn't changed the tone since she had returned. She should probably do that sometime soon.

Reaching over to grasp the device she could feel herself stretching out the relaxation that she had previously held. She hit the accept button and spoke.

"Hey Em."

"The eagle flies at dawn. I repeat, the eagle flies at dawn."

"What? … Emily? Prentiss are you there?"

Only a dial tone sounded.

After hitting recall a few times, to no avail, J.J. conceded that she needed to find her friend. She wished that she could just roll over and forget the weird conversation. However, if experience had taught her anything it was not to ignore things like this. Things like this were often a cry for help or an indication of something more sinister. In fact, not only could J.J. not ignore the phone call, she had to make sure that she got to her friend pronto.

The only problem was that she had no idea where she was located. Hitting speed-dial number 3, J.J. rose and stepped into the hallway.

Garcia answered, voice groggy but coherent. "I'm awake, I'm here. What's up?"

"Hey Garcia, it's Jay. I need you to track Prentiss' mobile."

"Is everything okay?"

"Probably, I just need to find her. That's all."

"Jayje, you're scaring me."

"Garcia, I promise that I would tell you if something was wrong. I just got a funny message. Can you just find her phone for me please."

"Yeah, I've got it up on my screen now. According to the phone's signal she is, oh, she's in her apartment Jay."

"Great thanks Garcia."

"Anytime. Jay-Je?"

"Yeah?"

"Let me know if you need me."

"I promise."

"Okay. Stay safe."

"Will do."

The conversation ended as J.J. stepped onto the street. She had managed to let Will know where she was going before taking the stairs down to the main courtyard. The cool night air whipped around her form as she slid into the driver's seat of her Bureau-issued SUV.

…

"No, no, get out! I said 'dawn'! It's not dawn! I need more time! You have to leave before he finds you! I have to get someone to safety!"

"Who? Wha-Emily, what the Hell is going on?"

"Just get out. I'll be ready in the morning. We can still bring him down, Tsia. You just need to give me another eight hours. Just eight more hours Tsia!"

"Tsia? Emily, it's me. It's J.J. It's Jennifer. Emily?"

There was silence as the cogs turned quickly in the blonde's head. Finally it clicked. The weird phrase, the mysterious person that she had to save, Tsia. Emily was having a flashback; an episode of P.T.S.D. She must have thought that she was…

"Lauren? Lauren Reynolds?"

Emily stopped what she was doing. She stalled, staring straight ahead. "Lauren Reynolds is dead." A beat and then, "no, not yet. Not yet Lauren. Just eight more hours. Only eight hours to go."

"Shit," J.J. mumbled under her breath. She was not prepared for this. She was not prepared to face this. What if something she said made it worse? What if she hurt her friend more then she already had? Afterall, it was her decision that landed Prentiss in Paris; that forced her to leave without a goodbye.

A/N: Please R&R.