Okay so to the person who corrected my spelling. Yes I know it sucks. I'm sorry. Yes I realize that the Army could have just lowered rescuers to them but I didn't want to take that route. I'm in the Military, so yes I also know that the Coast Guard takes actions like those stated. I'm sorry if those things bothered you and will try to improve my writing in the future.

~ GMSR

"Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us every day...unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed, and very dear." ~ Unknown

The funerals happened only a day apart, so that people wouldn't have to fly out twice although honestly everyone would have without a second thought.

Tara was buried in Oakwood Cemetery and it was friends and family only. The FBI had come out in full force and she was given a proper burial. Tara's father and brother stood silently and were eventually the last to leave the funeral with tears to come later.

Dave was buried in Virginia Veterans Cemetery where the Marines proudly gave the Retired Sergeant Major a military funeral with full honors. The funeral itself was friends and family only but the viewing before hand was open to the public. The famed author, war hero, and profiler drew in a crowd of people who had worked with him, been friends with him or just admired him (one author to another).

"How's the investigation into the crash going?" Emily asked as she hobbled into Cruz's office at 0400. It had been about a month now since the crash and the investigation was still ongoing as to whether it was the weather or a murder attempt/ terrorist attack.

"Still ongoing, although it's looking less and less like an accident. Which I found strange because no terrorist organizations have taken credit for it yet. Although they have started to look into your past cases so we'll see where that you think of anyone who might want to do this?"

"That list is a mile long and just as wide," Emily responded.

"It is, isn't it."

"Yes it is."

Emily went home later that night and sat on the couch with Sergio sleeping on her lap. It had been a rough month to begin with but the crippling grief from losing not only Tara but Dave as well was getting to her. Everyone kept asking if she was alright but if she was honest...she was more worried about how J.J. and Reid were handling it all. The two of them didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to handling loss of any kind.

Emily fell asleep after a few minutes with Sergio now awake and keeping watch over her.

There was a knock at the door and Emily woke up to it quite startled. Who could possibly be awake at 0224 in the morning on a Wednesday of all days. The knocking became more persistent, almost urgent and Emily rushed to the door as fast as possible with crutches. She yanked the door open and there was Rossi looking quite frantic with Tara by his side.

"Emily," Dave whispered urgently.

Why was he whispering? How was he alive? How were they both alive?!

"Emily wake up."

Well that was weird...why was Rossi telling her to wake up? Unless…

"Emily wake up please," a familiar and almost haunting voice pleaded with her through her front door.

"There's no way…" she whispered to herself. Emily stood, grabbed her crutches and made her was to the door.

"Emily please let me in," the voice pleaded again as they softly cried.

She slowly opened her door and stood in complete shock at what she was seeing currently.

On the other side of the door stood one David Stephen Rossi, caked in mud, with ripped clothes but otherwise unharmed by the jet crashing. Oh and very much alive.

"Dave?"

"Thank god," he said as relief flooded his system. He was exhausted, dirty and confused but on top of it all he couldn't remember anything from the last month or so which scared him.

"How," Emily barely got out before breaking down in tears and practically tackle hugging the man before her.

"Emily I need help," He tried explaining but quickly realized he wasn't getting any answers till she calmed down some more.

"You were dead, I saw you. I know you were dead," she cried out, extremely confused herself. "What about Tara?!" she asked as she suddenly pulled away from him.

"I don't know and I can't remember anything from the last month," Dave quickly explained.

"What's the last thing you remember Rossi?"

"I remember us taking down the unsub, going back to the precinct and calling Krystall to let her know we were coming home but it's just black after that…" he trailed off.

Emily motioned for him to sit on the couch with her and Sergio purred as Dave gently pet him.

"Dave after that we all piled into the jet, you and J.J. were upfront, Tara and I were in the back, Luke and Reid were on the couch across from me and Matt was on the one across from you. Dave the jet crashed midway through our flight home… Seemed like a freak storm did it at the time but now it just looks like cleaver timing. When we crashed everyone was hurt but you were unconscious and barely alive when we found you and Tara wasn't far behind…" Emily explained to him. "Dave you died, you and Tara both died from your injuries. I personally was there when you passed away, hell J.J. refused to leave your body after. Rossi we buried you six feet deep last month."

Rossi didn't even have the words to express the storm of thoughts running through his head in that moment.

"Dave you were dead," Emily repeated.

"I guess it didn't stick," he half heartedly joked before his expression became grave. "What am I going to do Emily?"

"I don't know Rossi but we're going to figure it out. The team's going to help figure it out."

"They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later, when somebody says your name for the last time." ~ Banksy