"Emily? Isn't that Catherine from the pictures Sara sent?" Garcia asked in a hushed tone.

Emily followed her friend's line of sight and looked closely, "Yeah, I think so. Do you think we should say something?"

Garcia was about to reply when a tall blonde broke away from the rest of the mourners. They watched as she exchanged a few words with Catherine before slapping her across the face. They saw a statuesque brunette pull Alex away, "I think it would be better if we left her alone for now."

Emily nodded and they walked back to the car. They used the car ride back to the hotel to reminisce about all the better times they had shared with Sara. They had settled in for the night when someone began to knock on the door.

Emily threw the blankets off and padded to the door, "I wonder who that could be at this time"

Garcia sat up in bed and pulled the the blanket up around her, "Well answer it and see."

Emily stuck her tongue out at Garcia and pulled the door open. She took two steps back and craned her neck up before jumping at the person in the doorway, "You're here! I thought you couldn't make it."

Tyler held Emily off the ground as she stepped into the room and booted the door shut, "I missed the funeral, but Charlie gave me time off. I know y'all have to work so I'll stay here and get Sara's things sorted."

Tyler set Emily down and bent to hug Garcia, "Hi, E-Tsi how are you doing?"

Garcia smiled up at the huge teenager, "I'm fine. A little wore out and depressed, but I'm okay otherwise. How about you? Are you tired? Did you fly up here?"

Tyler dropped down on the foot of Garcia's bed, "No. I drove the bike. I left Sunday afternoon."

Garcia cooed and moved the blankets aside, "Come on sweetie. You need to sleep. We'll work everything else out tomorrow morning."

Tyler smiled gratefully and kicked off her boots before crawling, fully clothed, into the bed beside Garcia. They all fell asleep within moments.

The next morning it was decided that Tyler would stay in their hotel room while she packed up Sara's stuff and the girls would fly home. They said their goodbyes and Emily and Penelope boarded their plane. When they landed in Virginia, Garcia called Hotch and told him they were back and that they both planned to be at work the next day. Emily drove them back towards Garcia's house so she could pick up her things and drop her friend off. They discussed going back to work and how it might be affected by the loss of Sara. Stopping at a red light, Emily turned to her friend, "We'll get through this. If one of us starts to have a hard time we can always lean on each other, right?"

Emily noticed the light turn green and started to pull through the intersection. Garcia smiled at Emily, "Yeah. You're right. We can... Oh god!"

Emily saw her look of horror and had just enough time to turn her head to see the speeding eighteen wheeler before everything went black.

Garcia wheeled herself into Emily's room and parked beside her bed. She reached out and and picked up Emily's hand. The team had come and gone when they were brought in. Garcia had gotten off with a broken leg. Emily had not fared as well. The truck had hit her side of the car and she had a broken leg and had cracked five ribs. What worried everyone the most was that the doctors knew she had a head injury, but were still running tests to find out how bad it was.

It was their third day in the hospital and Emily had yet to wake up. Garcia would come in as often as she was allowed and sit with her, but the doctors said she wasn't responding to any stimulation. Her brain activity was low and the doctors had told the team that they had to be prepared for Emily to never regain consciousness.

"Hey." Garcia looked up and saw JJ standing in the doorway. She smiled and motioned her closer. JJ walked further into the room, but stayed away from the bed where Emily lay. Garcia had noticed this the first and only other time JJ had come to see Emily. She wouldn't come very far into the room, stayed far away from the bed and spoke in a whisper as if she was afraid to disturb Emily. JJ placed her hand on Garcia's shoulder, "How are you doing?"

Garcia shrugged, "I'm ok. My leg itches in the cast. I'm doing a lot better than her."

JJ looked at the bed then quickly back to Garcia, "What did the doctors say?"

"They said that she may never wake up. They can't tell how badly her brain was damaged. She doesn't respond in anyway to anything." Garcia saw JJ shoot another look at Emily, "I'm going to go to the bathroom. Can you stay with her while I go? Just stay here and talk to her."

Before JJ could respond, Garcia wheeled herself away. JJ stood staring at the bed for a few moments then cautiously stepped forward. She touched the back of Emily's hand and was shocked at how cold and frail it seemed to be. Hoping to make her more comfortable, she leaned over Emily to grasp the blanket and pull it over her. She found herself leaning over the brunette and looking into her face. She brushed a few strands of hair off her face, "Get better please. You and I have a conversation to finish."

JJ jumped when one of the machines hooked to Emily started to go off. She backed away when two nurses and a doctor ran into the room. They checked on her and everything seemed to go back to normal. The nurses left and the doctor turned to JJ, "What happened?"

"I don't know. I pulled the blanket over her and the alarm went off."

The doctor frowned, "The alarm is attached to the machine that measures her brain activity. The alarm went off because there was a spike in activity. There hasn't been any activity like that since she was brought in. Show me exactly what you did before the alarm went off."

JJ nodded and stepped up to the bed again. She repeated her previous actions and when she spoke the alarms again went off. The doctor turned them off and turned to face JJ, "Were the two of you lovers?"

JJ's eyes widened, "No! Why?"

The doctor shrugged, "In the time that she's been here, her brain activity has been very low. This is the first time that she has responded in such a way. I thought that there must be an intimate relationship between the two of you for her to respond to you."

JJ shook her head, "We just work together."

The man didn't look convinced, but continued, "Be that as it may, I would recommend that if you wish for her to wake anytime soon that you spend as much time as you are able talking to her. She responds to your voice and that may be the best bet for her coming out of the coma. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to."

JJ stuck around long enough for Garcia to show up and told her that she was returning to work. She left the hospital with thoughts of everything that had happened over the last week or so circling in her mind. Not knowing what else to do, she resolved to talk to Morgan and see if he could help her sort out her thoughts.

Today was the day that Garcia was finally being released from the hospital. Everyone had wanted to be there when she got out, but the BAU wasn't able to spare all of their agents. Instead, only Morgan was allowed to go. He entered the room and listened as Garcia's doctor finished giving her instructions on what she could and could not do while in the cast. Garcia turned and saw him standing in the doorway, "Hiya, sweetness. What are you doing here?"
He grinned and walked over to hug her, "Hey baby girl. I'm here to take you home. Hotch let me take off for the day to get you settled. So come on. Let's get you out of here."

They gathered her things and set off in his truck. She sat in the passenger seat chattering excitedly as he drove. When they pulled to a stop outside a building she frowned, "Why are we at your house? Did you forget to feed Clooney?"

He laughed and climbed out. He walked to her side of the truck and helped her out and onto her crutches, "Nope. Until you can get around on your own, you'll be staying with me."

Penelope gave him a slight glare, "I can take care of myself."

Not wanting her to get riled up, he interjected quickly, "I know you can, but it would make me feel better if you were here where I can keep an eye on you." Still seeing some defiance in her eyes, he pleaded, "Please. I couldn't stop you from getting hurt. At least let me help you get better. Besides, this gives me a good excuse to be a bad influence on you."

Penelope felt her resistance melt away. She smiled at his joke, "We'll see who the bad influence is." She allowed him to lead her into his home.