JJ and Emily make their way onto Oceana to the administration building where they will be meeting with NCIS Agent Mack Brewster. As they walk in, Emily looks at JJ.

"Go ahead and announce us. Rocky has to go potty," she says with a grin.

JJ chuckles. "Right. Go on."

Emily heads to the bathroom as JJ makes her way to room 114. It is actually a suite of offices with one receptionist sitting out in front of them.

"Hello, I'm Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau. My colleague and I have an appointment with Mack Brewster."

The lady scans her list. "Ah, yes, one moment please." She lifts her phone. "Agent Brewster, the FBI agents are here. Well, one is at least." Pause. "Yes, I'll tell her."

"Agent Brewster will be right out. And your colleague is…?"

"SSA Emily Prentiss. She needed to stop in the ladies room. She'll be here in a moment."

"Ah, okay."

JJ turns as an office door opens behind her. Out of it steps a beautiful woman. Tall, brunette, brown nearly black eyes, confident.

"God…she's an Emily clone," JJ thinks to herself.

The woman extends her hand. "Agent Jareau? Mackenzie Brewster."

"Good to meet you, though I wish it was under better circumstances."

Mack nods. "Me, too. I understood there were—Oh. My. God."

Her face is shocked as she stares beyond JJ. The blonde agent turns and sees her wife with an equally stunned look on her face. Emily recovers first, though JJ can see the smile is forced.

"Mack! Uh, hi. I didn't realize…I mean…Brewster…and I thought you…uh…"

JJ is stunned. Her wife had never been this at a loss for words. She turns to the other agent, who now has a cruel, predatory look in her eyes.

"Good to see you, Emily. It's been what, 15 years?"

"Um, yeah. About that." Emily thinks to herself. "Not fucking long enough you ignorant shit."

Mack flashes a smile at JJ. "Emily and I went to Yale together. We were always 1-2 in our classes, though I think I was number 1 more than she was in many ways."

Emily grits her teeth, mad this woman can still get to her. "Well, who hangs their hat on old accomplishments? I personally have better things to judge my life on than old school day competitions."

Mack raises an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm sure you do." She gestures to her office. "Shall we, Agents?"

JJ nods and heads into the office. It would be obvious even to Henry that there is a great deal of tension between Emily and Mack. JJ prays the NCIS agent doesn't want to join the small task force.

Mack takes her place behind the large desk in the office. JJ immediately notices the lack of knickknacks and personal items in the office.

"I take it this isn't your normal office?" she says to break the tension.

"No. I'm usually up at the Navy Yard in DC. I'm just down here due to this murder. Helps to have a place to call 'home' on these types of investigations so we all use this as a de facto home base at Oceana."

JJ nods. "Good idea. So, what exactly—"

"So, Emily, I hear you took down Ian Doyle," Mack says, ignoring JJ's attempt to get down to business.

Emily nods. "Yes, I did. Once. And then my team finished him for good."

Mack nods. "Yes, that's right. Seems a little careless for an FBI agent to get snatched up like that. Don't they teach you all to watch your backs?"

Emily glares at the woman but JJ is the one that answers.

"Watch it, Brewster! Most of the case is classified and I doubt you have the clearance to read the file name, let alone what actually happened."

Mack stares at JJ a moment. She sees that it is more than just one agent protecting another. She sees the angry gleam that can only mean love. She flicks a glance to the agent's left hands. Though the wedding bands aren't identical she sees the similarities in them. JJ sees the recognition dawn.

"Shit," JJ thinks though her face betrays nothing.

"So, Mack, divorced?" Emily asks, trying to get the attention off of JJ.

Mack turns to Emily. "Yes. Guess that's why you were so surprised to see me."

"Well, that and last I heard you were trying to be a good lawyer. Guess that didn't work out so well for you," she says with a snarky voice.

Mack colors. "I left because I wanted to do something before the assholes got arrested. The NCIS job seemed interesting."

"And I guess prior arrests don't disqualify you like it does at the FBI," Emily states.

The two brunettes are staring daggers at each other. JJ thinks words could change to weapons before much longer. She clears her throat.

"Okay, enough with the pissing contest, ladies. You hate each other, fine. But we're here about people who have been robbed of their lives. Agent Brewster, we would be happy to keep you informed of all developments, specifically those involving Petty Officer Amerson."

"That won't be necessary," Mack interrupts.

"Why not?" JJ asks warily.

Mack grins at Emily. "I've decided it's in the best interest of the Navy for me to have an active roll in the investigation." She turns to JJ. "Why don't you ride with me to the precinct you will be using and fill me in."

"NO!" Emily says sharply.

Mack grins victoriously. "Still the jealous type, I see, Emily. I'm sure it's up to Agent Jareau what she does. I mean, you don't have a claim on her or anything, do you?"

JJ can feel the tension radiating off her wife. She reaches over and lays a hand on Emily's arm. She whispers. "Think of Rocky, honey. This shit isn't worth the stress."

Mack is surprised to see Emily start to calm. She was sure the woman had been ready to snap. Well, won't take too many more buttons before she can watch the fireworks. JJ turns back to Mack.

"Sounds like a good idea. Let's get going."

The three agents stand and move to the door. Outside Emily is glad their vehicles aren't parked near each other. Before she gets to the SUV her phone is out.

"Garcia, I need everything you can get on NCIS Agent Mackenzie Brewster, maiden name Cook."

"Okay. And is she a suspect?"

"She's an old Yale acquaintance that likes to one up me. And based on the looks she gave JJ I think she's got her sights set on driving a wedge between us."

Garcia had been typing normally. Now her typing hits Warp 9. "Oh, the hell she will! What are we looking for."

"I want to know why she stopped being an attorney. I don't buy her excuse of wanting to stop the bad guys. She's full of shit; always has been."

"Okay. As soon as I have anything I'll get it to you. Should I copy anyone else?"

Emily thinks a moment. "Yeah. Morgan. I don't want to be the only one watching out for JJ."

"Whoa…she really has you fucked up, Em," Garcia says with concern.

"What do you mean?"

"You've called your wife 'JJ' twice now. Honey, I say this as a friend, calm down for Rocky's sake, okay?"

Emily takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Shit. Jen told me the same thing. Thing is, I won't call her 'Jennifer' in front of Mack. I won't let her see that intimacy. Does that make sense or am I an idiot?"

Garcia smiles. "Makes sense to me, Princess. I'll make sure JJ knows that the change is love not stress."

Emily chuckles. "Thanks, Pen. You're the best."

"Back atcha, Emster."


In the other SUV, JJ starts to run down everything the team knows so far. Mack reaches over and puts a hand on JJ's thigh.

"You all don't know much. I already know that. What I want to know is who Emily finally married?"

JJ lifts the hand off her thigh and drops the armrest between the two seats before laying the offending hand on it.

"Let's cut the crap. I know my title says 'Communications Liaison' but as of July 1 I will officially be a profiler. Unofficially, I already am. Have the creds, the position just isn't open yet. That said I saw the look in your eyes when you saw our rings. Add in this power play of getting me into your car instead of Emily's and I know you're trying to pull me into some twisted little game. So here's your only warning: try to cause problems with me and Emily, or Emily and the team, or Emily and her pet cat, pretty much cause Emily any sort of undue stress, and you will find out just how skilled in hand-to-hand combat I am. Got it?"

Mack chuckles. "Wow. A little tiger. Guess I know who wields the whips and chains in your relationship. Never suspected Emily would be a submis—"

"Finish that fucking statement and I will make sure you are removed from this case. And I will make sure a charge of sexual harassment prevents your advancement in your agency and any other place you ever wish to apply. We're here to stop a murderer, not deal with a narcissistic, immature agent."

The rest of the ride is made in silence. JJ is fuming, but hides it well since her ears are covered by her hair. Mack is also miffed. If she's not careful, this petite blonde will ruin her chance to have fun tormenting Emily. It seems Emily's career has been the one she wanted. Mack's has not. But the chance to humiliate Emily in front of not only her FBI team but her wife could make all the pain and frustration feel a little better.