"I could so die here and be happy," Garcia gushes as she drops onto the very comfortable sofa outside the dressing rooms.

One of the sales lady's smiles at her. "We'd really rather you didn't."

Garcia grins. "No worries. I need to see what happens next weekend."

The woman chuckles. "Oh, to be a fly on that wall."

Garcia nods, excited for her best friend.

25 minutes, and 4 dresses later, Garcia is rendered speechless…something no one had believed possible. JJ stands on the stage in front of the tri-mirror in a floor length black satin gown with an ivory stand up collar that comes midway up the back of her head, as if framing her beautiful face. The top is cinched just enough to help accentuate her cleavage without being vulgar.

"Oh, Jayje…" Garcia finally whispers as she takes a sip of champagne.

One of the other ladies walks over with a pair of Manolo Blahnik heels.

"I believe these will be perfect, Mrs. Prentiss," she says as she presents the mock-boots to her.

JJ smiles. "They are gorgeous!"

She slips them on and stares at herself in the mirrors. She slowly shakes her head.

"How the hell did I end up here?" she wonders not for the first time since marrying Emily Prentiss.

Her Princess Charming steps out of her own dressing room at that moment. Garcia can't help but smile at the near predatory gleam that takes over Emily's eyes as she beholds her wife.

"Oh, Jen…it's…wow…"

JJ swallows nervously. "So, um, this one?"

Emily just nods. "Definitely. Wow…" she says again.

JJ smiles. "Well, since Emily can't string a sentence together I guess this is the dress."

The sales lady smiles. "Wonderful choice."

As JJ steps down from the stage, Emily steps up. She had liked the gown she was wearing…until she saw her wife. She slowly shakes her head.

"Nope, not going to work." She looks at the woman helping her. "If Jen is going to be on my arm looking that good I at least need to look worthy of her."

"Awww! So sweet!" Garcia gushes.

The aide chuckles. "I think I know what you need."

But Emily's attention is now beyond her. The woman turns and sees Francesca.

"Oh! Ms. Marconi, you look stunning!" the saleswoman exclaims.

Francesca glows in her black gown with a demure slit up to just below her knee. The black silk gown is both sexy and yet age appropriate as only expensive gowns can pull off. Emily smiles at her.

"Come sei bella. Stefano sarà senza parole."*

"Siete fin troppo gentili, cara. Mi sento come…come una principessa!"**

Emily smiles kindly. "Bene, è come un'imperatrice."***

Garcia sighs. "I have no idea what you two are saying in Italian but let me say in English you look stunning, Francesca! Stephen won't know what hit him when he sees you."

"You are sweet, Penelope." She lifts the edge of her gown. "The shoes are okay?"

Garcia nods. "Perfect!" she gushes about the Christian Louboutin's. "You are absolutely gorgeous, Francesca."

The older woman blushes. She steps up onto the stage to get a full look at herself. She brings her hand to her face, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Emily! It's…it's too much!"

Emily smiles and steps up behind her. "Not for the woman who taught me to be a mother. Not for the woman who loves my children as if they were her own. Not for you, Francesca."

Francesca turns and gives Emily a big kiss on the cheek. "I love you, cara."

Emily smiles. "I love you, too, Francesca."

Emily steps away to change out of the gown she wears. Her aide brings her two more options. Emily looks at them both and reaches for the second one. Maybe it's intuition, she thinks, but this is the one.

A few minutes later she steps out in the gown. JJ is sitting with Garcia on the bench and her mouth drops open. Garcia nudges her.

"Breathe, Jayje."

The black satin gown is slit to just above her knee. It has a red inlay along the slit giving a tease of color with each step Emily takes. The neckline plunges dangerously low with toga-like straps over each shoulder. Like her wife, her upper arms are bare, showing their definition. And the amazing thing is, considering the dangerous plunge of the top, the remnant left by Ian Doyle is not in view.

Emily smiles. "I take it this is the one?"

JJ nods. "Yeah. Oh, yeah…so yeah."

Garcia chuckles. "And since the other Mrs. Prentiss is speechless I'd say their shopping trip is complete."

"Will you need shoes, Emily?"

Emily shakes her head. "No, I think the ones I wore for my wedding will be perfect."

"What about wraps? It may be chilly next Saturday."

"I have one I can use. Jen and Francesca ought to have something."

The woman nods as Emily goes back to change. The three sales women bring out a selection of shawls, wraps and coats for Francesca and JJ to look at. Garcia frowns.

"Those aren't faux fur, are they?"

One lady shakes her head. "I'm afraid not. Will that be a problem?"

JJ answers before Garcia. "Not for me. Look at this one!"

The lady smiles. "Black fox. Good choice. Very warm and quite durable. Will serve you well for years."

JJ strokes a hand down the half coat, half shawl. She slips it on and looks in the mirror, imaging wearing it over the dress.

"Damn, Jennifer, it sure as hell didn't take you long to get used to this aspect of the Prentiss Thing," she teases herself. She turns to the lady. "I'll take this one."

Francesa is looking at a waist length coat with envy but also nervousness. JJ sees it and reaches for it.

"Francesca, this would love marvelous on you!" She helps Francesca put it on and nods. "Definitely!"

Francesca's aide nods. "Chinchilla. Very warm and, like the fox, will last a long time with proper care."

JJ puts her hands on Francesca's shoulders as the older woman looks into the mirror. "We'll take it."

Garcia had pulled out her phone and started doing some searches. When she sees the prices for the coat and wrap alone at another store she grabs her glass of champagne and downs it in one go.

"Why, oh, why didn't Emily have a brother," she moans and flops back on the couch.

Francesca and JJ just laugh at her.

Emily steps out of her dressing room. "So, we all set?"

"We're good except for jewelry," JJ points out.

Emily smiles. "I think I have a few things we can pick through. No need to call Harry for this night and we'll still be the three prettiest women there."

"Where again?" JJ asks innocently.

Emily raises an eyebrow. "Nice try, Mrs. Prentiss."

JJ winks. "Can't blame a girl for trying."


Meanwhile, back at Chateau Prentiss, Morgan shakes his head. "That's just not right. That's like…like something out of Poltergeist."

Reid carefully lifts up Henry's dirty…make that decimateddiaper and drops it into the dirty diaper pail.

"Henry, what did your mommies feed you before they left you with us?"

Henry just giggles. "Love Mama! Love Mommy!"

Morgan pulls on crime scene gloves and grabs some wipes. Reid stares at him in amusement.

"Do you always carry gloves with you?"

"Nope. Just thought to grab a couple pairs before coming here just in case."

"A couple pairs?" Reid whines. "And you didn't offer me a pair?"

Morgan nods. "No way. Two kids, two pairs. You're the genius why didn't you think of it?"

Reid frowns. "I don't know. I'm also a germaphobe. It definitely should have been something I thought of."

Morgan grins. "So I out-thought the boy genius! Score one for Derek!"

Reid just rolls his eyes and slides a diaper under his Godson. "Did you hear Uncle Morgan picking on me, Henry?"

Henry wags his finger at Morgan. "Bad Gan. Time out."

Reid smiles. "Good boy, Henry."

Morgan just laughs, completely amused by his scolding.


When the ladies return, Morgan stares at them in shock. "You were gone 3 hours and came back with nothing?"

Emily rolls her eyes. "Final tweaks to the fit will be done this week. They'll be delivered on Wednesday so we can make sure everything is okay."

"Ah, okay. So, did JJ trick you into telling her where you're going?"

Emily smiles proudly. "She tried. But, well, I'm a crafty FBI agent so I didn't fall for her tricks."

JJ just rolls her eyes. "She was sober driver. Had I gotten a few glasses of champagne in her I'd have known everything." Morgan and Reid laugh. "So is Henry down for a nap?"

"Yep." Morgan glances at his watch. "He fell asleep about 20 minutes ago. Rocky woke up, had a bottle, and went back to sleep about an hour ago."

"Perfect. Thanks for doing this for us, guys. We really appreciate it," JJ tells them.

"No problem. We liked playing with the next generation of FBI agents."

JJ blanches at that thought. "Nope, not our kids. Being an agent is too dangerous. They are going to be doctors or lawyers or…or business moguls."

Emily chuckles. "Jen, what happened to letting them decide their future for themselves?"

"Emily, you've gone off a cliff; I've gone off a cliff; do you really want Henry or Rocky going off a cliff someday?"

Emily thinks about it a minute the nods. "You're right. We'll make sure they each have a criminal record so they can't join the FBI."

Everyone laughs at Emily's crazy, yet effective, solution.


Per Babylon translator:

"You are beautiful. Stephen will be speechless."*

"You are too kind, cara. I feel like…like a princess!"**

Emily smiles kindly. "Well, you look like an empress."***