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*glances around* Katie, it's safe! *hears clearing of throats and turns* Oh hey everyone. Yeah, Lacy here with Katie. First, we are SO sorry for leaving a cliffhanger. Second, well we've got the next chapter. Can't really tell you anything or it'll give it away so here it is. Have fun.
Disclaimer: Katie, if you could do a disclaimer, I got nothing. (Um... ok... we don't own it? *shrugs* That's the best I could come up with on such sort notice!)
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JJ let a few tears fall as she smoothed her black dress over her now three month baby bump. She really didn't want to go to the funeral, but she didn't really have a choice; he had sacrificed himself for her life. JJ muffled a sob as she thought about that fateful day.
"Mama," Henry whimpered as he toddled into the room. He refused to let JJ help him put on his mini suit, determined to do it himself like a big boy.
JJ had to stifle a laugh as she looked at Henry's clothing. He had missed a button so his shirt was all crazy and messed up.
"Can I help now buddy?" JJ whispered through her thick throat.
Henry nodded and watched his mother, noticing the tears running down her face.
"Don't cry mama; he's with Ms. Haley," Henry said as he wiped her face with his shirt sleeve.
Her black mascara had smudged on his white shirt. Henry looked sheepish, until JJ kissed the top of his head.
"I know buddy," JJ whispered, not in the least bit mad at him for getting his shirt dirty. The black suit coat would cover up the spot.
Henry clung to his mother, not exactly sure what was going on.
"Come on buddy, we don't want to be late," JJ said as she stood with Henry in her arms.
She had been hurt after the showdown with Will and hadn't been able to hold her son properly, so this was the first time in awhile that she was able to hold him.
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Morgan sighed as he straightened his collar in the mirror. Funerals sucked, it was a known fact and nothing would ever change that. Some sucked more then others, but all around they sucked. The one he and the others were about to go to was right up there with Haley's, and that was saying something.
"You ready Sugar?"
Morgan turned to find Garcia behind him. Just like Haley's funeral, Garcia was dressed in black but managed to throw in a little color to try and keep the mood up as much as possible.
"As ready as anyone can be Mama," Morgan said.
Garcia took Morgan's outstretched hand. "How do you think Jayje is holding up?"
Morgan shook his head. "I have no idea. She's strong but this just might shake her."
Pressing his eyes shut, Morgan replayed that awful day in his head.
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Before anyone could react, a semi blew it's horn and three gun shots went off followed by a loud scream.
"DAVE! JJ!" Morgan and Hotch shouted.
The two men shot out of the van, Reid and Emily close behind. Morgan couldn't breathe. Three gun shots. Either someone had a quick trigger finger or Will had back up. The four raced down the block to where the meet was taking place and they all froze in their tracks.
"Oh god," Morgan said.
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Garcia watched the others race from the van before looking back at the monitors. She couldn't tell what was going on. JJ's camera was static and Dave's had just gone black. The mics were working back all she could hear were groans of pain and Henry crying. She couldn't tell who was groaning and she had no idea if Henry was ok or not.
"Please be alright," Garcia whispered as a tear ran down her face. "This family can't take much more."
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Austin zipped up her boot as she watched Reid slip his jacket on. He hadn't said much since it happened, the whole team had been pretty quiet and she understood. She felt the loss herself. Even if she wasn't part of the working team, she was part of the family. When one felt pain, they all felt it.
"Spence," Austin said softly. "We've gotta go hun."
Reid faced her and nodded. "I know, I just..."
Austin nodded and hugged Reid. "It'll be ok."
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Reid ran behind Emily and saw her freeze between Hotch and Morgan as they reached the site. Seeing tears spring to Emily's eyes, Reid's stomach was already churning before he even reached them. Coming to a stop on Hotch's right, Reid inhaled sharply.
"No," Reid said. "No."
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Emily helped Jack slip on his suit coat, wishing, not for the first time, that the young boy didn't have to own a funeral suit.
"Emmy," Jack said. "Daddy sad."
Emily nodded. "He is Buddy. We all are."
"Why?" Jack asked. He didn't quite understand.
Emily sat on the couch and placed Jack on her lap. "Because we lost someone close to us."
Jack looked down. "Like Daddy and I lost Mommy?"
Emily swallowed and nodded. "Yeah like that. So it'll take a bit, not quite as long as with Mommy but Daddy will be happy again. You and I just have not make sure that he gets lots of hugs and that we remind him how much we love him."
Jack smiled. "I can do that."
Emily smiled as well. "I know you can. Now go get your shoes while I check on Daddy."
Jack hopped off Emily's lap and headed for his room while Emily stood and made her way to her's and Hotch's bedroom. She leaned against the doorway and watched as he sat on the bed to tie his shoes.
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Emily couldn't believe what she was seeing. This just wasn't happening.
"Emily, get Henry," Hotch said.
His voice shook Emily out of her stupor and she walked over and picked up the crying baby. Checking him over, Emily let out a small sigh of relief.
"He's ok," Emily said.
The three men in front of her also relaxed slightly.
"Reid called for the ambulance," Hotch said. "Morgan, take care of the detective."
Morgan stepped forward as Reid pulled his cell. Emily hugged Henry close to her chest and watched the other two bodies.
"Take Henry to Garcia Em," Hotch said, his tone softening. "He doesn't need to see this."
Emily nodded and carried Henry away from the scene.
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Hotch placed his foot back on the carpet and sighed. "It shouldn't have happened."
Emily sat beside him. "No, it shouldn't have but it did. We can't change that but we can be there for JJ."
Hotch nodded. "Is Jack ready?"
"Getting his shoes right now," Emily said. "He's still confused but I think I helped him some."
Hotch took Emily's hand. "I'm sorry I've left things to you."
Emily shook her head. "I don't mind one bit Aaron."
Hotch squeezed Emily's hand.
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Hotch stood in the doorway of a hospital room. JJ was inside and had asked to see him. She'd popped her shoulder when she hit the ground and Hotch had insisted she get checked out. Sighing, Hotch pushed the door open and made his way in.
"Hotch," JJ said seeing him.
Hotch tried to smile. "How are you?"
JJ sighed. "I can't carry Henry for a while but I'll be fine." Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Hotch, did he?"
Hotch shook his head. "I'm sorry JJ, he didn't make it."
The tears slipped down JJ's face. "He shouldn't have died. It shouldn't have happened."
Hotch moved and hugged JJ. "I'm so sorry JJ."
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JJ stood with Henry in her arms staring at the gray slab of stone. On it was the symbol for the Marines. Henry clung to his mother, silently crying into her neck. JJ cried as she kneeled down and touched the name on the headstone. She placed the bouquet of white and pink carnations on the headstone. She picked those because of their meaning. A pink carnation means gratitude, or thank you and white means remembrance.
"Thank you for everything," she whispered as she kissed her fingertips and laid them over the name.
He would always be remembered for his bravery and courage. She looked at her family gathered around the black SUVs, waiting for her to finish saying goodbye before they headed back to the house for the reception. JJ stood up and pulled Henry closer.
"Ready to go babe?" Dave asked as he set his hand on the small of JJ's back.
JJ nodded and turned to her husband.
"It's my fault," she whispered as Dave took Henry in one of his arms and he wrapped the other one around her shoulders.
Dave kissed her temple as they started walking, casting one last glance at the tombstone.
"No it's not. Detective Martinez died doing his job; protecting and serving," Dave responded as they caught up with their friends.
JJ nodded and kissed Dave's cheek as he stooped to buckle Henry into the car seat.
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The team surrounded JJ at the grave and watched as she and Henry cried. The ceremony had finished and JJ moved to place a bouquet of flowers on the headstone. They moved to the SUVs and watched as Dave stepped up and comforted his wife.
"He'll be missed." Morgan said.
Hotch nodded. "He will be."
The team stood silently as they said one final goodbye to Detective Martinez.
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Austin ran to the scene and stood behind Reid, leaning into him to see over his shoulder. Reid pulled her in front of him. Will lay on the ground, a large puddle of blood forming around him from the bullet wound. Dave stood over him, his gun still trained on the dead man who had hurt his child. JJ sat with her back against the grill of the car, rubbing her sore shoulder. Next to her was one of the backup detective who was supposed to get next to the car and be there should Dave need the extra help.
"JJ, what happened?" Austin called as she passed Emily, who had Henry tightly in her arms. JJ took in the scene around her.
"Will got nervous from the traffic and he shot at Dave. The detective came around from the back of the car and pushed me back, causing me to trip and fall, landing on my shoulder. Will's bullet hit the detective, who then fell back and shot a bullet wildly. Dave took the opportunity to shoot Will, killing him" JJ stated like it was a case.
Austin nodded and helped her friend off of the ground.
"Let's get you to the hospital" Austin said.
JJ shook her head and pulled away and headed towards Dave.
"Dave" JJ said, quickly gaining his attention.
Dave handed his gun to a nearby officer and ran to meet JJ, pulling her tightly into his arms. He kissed the top of her head and buried his hand into her hair as JJ gripped his shirt tightly in her fists.
"Let's go find our little boy" Dave whispered.
JJ nodded and pulled away slightly. She looked over to the dead detective and sighed. She slowly walked to the fallen officer and looked at his name tag.
"Thank you Detective Martinez" she whispered, before she turned and slowly made her way back to her small family.
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*eyes crowd then turns to Katie* I get the feeling we're getting another angry mob for this. Probably wasn't our brightest idea to make them think Dave was gone. (Yeah, um… *eyes growing mob* you left me last time, so see you! *runs screaming*) So there it is, not sure if we'll have one more chapter or not but let us know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading. (Man… this might be the end?!? The horror!)
Get back here Katie! Just because I left you does not mean you have to follow my example! *takes off in Katie's direction*
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