A/N: So a little explanation: This is in the future, if you may picture JJ at Emily's grave 10 years from their wedding, reminiscing her death, the events that happened after (with this chapter the funeral), and then their life together back to step one. Then I'll go into how it affected everyone including JJ. I know this is sad but I really love the reviews so if you read please even if it's just a one line review. Thanks for the support guys!

The day of Emily's funeral was the day JJ broke, shattered really, into a million piece inside. It was also the day that Jennifer Jareau stopped talking.

Everyone had arrived at the church that morning somber. Garcia had picked up JJ who was properly dressed in a black skirt, black button down shirt (one that Emily had loved on her) and no makeup. Her eyes were swollen with sleepless bags under them. There were no signs of tears and Garcia knew that these were the signs of JJ slowly unraveling. She hadn't left the house since coming back from the hospital, leaving all the arranging to be done at the house, or by Emily's parents. She had slept rarely but when she had it was wrapped up in Emily's robe inhaling the scent and wishing that when she woke up Emily would be back in her arms, smiling, and showering her with kisses, the only way Emily could wake her up.

If one could get into JJ's head, one would see she was in shock, numb at best. Garcia hadn't stopped crying since the night at the hospital and was nearly afraid to hug and comfort JJ, knowing it could cause the fragile blonde to completely unravel at her fingertips.

"Angel, come on. We need to get to the church," Garcia said quietly, pained at the emptiness she saw in JJ's eyes. She could tell the blonde had barely heard her and was lost inside her own head. Garcia could also tell that JJ was doing everything in her power not to fall apart, feel, or remember anything. She hadn't even felt this pain when her sister had died, but she had been 11.

At the funeral, JJ sat in the front pew, gripping her father's hand. Emily's parents sat on the other side of her. They hadn't always been accepting of JJ, nor had they accepted at first their relationship but after a year, they had grown to love the woman who made their daughter so visibly happy. JJ was supposed to say a few short words about Emily's short yet ever so vibrant life but when she got to the podium, she broke.

"Why Emily? I'm sorry. I love you," JJ was able to whisper as tears began to pour down her face and she ran out of the sanctuary. JJ's heart broke even more when she realized it would not be Emily chasing her out of that sanctuary. It would not be Emily comforting her, holding her, telling her it was alright, and as long as they had their love, they could conquer anything, even death itself. Emily had been the one to comfort her when she had broken down at Hailey's funeral as the two had grown close over the years with Hotch's job. Emily had been the one to comfort JJ when she had come out to her parents one weekend after Emily had insisted she stopped living a lie.

This time it was Derek Morgan who chased JJ, seeking to comfort her, offer her the reassurance that it had been her name as Emily's last words spoken before she had slipped into unconsciousness. Derek wanted JJ to know that Emily hadn't given up, that she just didn't have the chance to really even fight before she was forced to let go of this life.

JJ saw Morgan and anger filled her like it had never filled her before. He was the last person to see her Emily alive, vibrant, and full of life. It had been him who had heard her last words and she felt as if she could never forgive him.

"It's all your fault! If you had been protecting her like you had promised, it's all your fault. She's gone!" JJ screamed at him, tears breaking through her tough barrier and running down her soft pale face. She began to put whatever strength she had left into beating her hands into Morgan's chest. He stood there, taking it until her strength was finally gone and she nearly collapsed into his arms.

"I know. I can't get that image out of my head Jayj. I loved her too. She was my sister for God's sake. I'm sorry. I wish I had done more. I'm sorry Jennifer," Morgan said a tear falling from his dark eyes. JJ had no strength left but mustered up enough to hit Morgan one more time.

"Do NOT call me Jennifer. Emily calls… she called me that," JJ said breaking down once more. She noticed that she hadn't gotten very far when Morgan had caught up to her and the entire congregation that had attended the funeral saw her break down.

"Emily," JJ whispered. She ran out of the church into the pouring rain. Emily's name was the last words that JJ spoke for months. The BAU had given her a leave of absence knowing she would be incapable of doing her job and they also needed to reexamine the safety of their teams. Emily's death was one that weighed heavily on every member and every member of that team took some leave of absence because of it.

The day of Emily's funeral was the day Jennifer Jareau became completely undone, empty, and jaded. The lowering of the casket was nearly too much for her to handle knowing she would never see her wife's face again. She had never loved someone quite as deeply, never felt the same passion, and knew she'd never be the same person again. Despite the rain, JJ spent an hour looking at the freshly dug grave. She couldn't imagine a life without her Emily. It just didn't seem possible. Nothing would ever be the same again.