Dysfunctional Family Chapter 7

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing about Criminal Minds though my birthday is coming up ;)

Author's Note: So I'm getting stuck and I'm not quite sure which direction to take this story. Let me know if you want a) case drama, b) family drama, c) fluff or d) the rest of the Sin to Win weekend. I love reviews. Enjoy reading!

Emily and JJ pulled up to the valet at the Four Seasons hotel. Quickly the two women were ushered to the front desk for check in. A lanky, young man welcomed them before awkwardly pointing out Emily's wound.

"Ma'am," he started carefully, "you're bleeding. Do I need to call you a doctor?"

"No thank you. My name is Emily Prentiss. I have a reservation for tonight."

"Of course, ma'am. Do you have a credit card for the account?" Emily quickly pulled out a gold American Express and offered it to the young man. "Thank you. Our concierge has a package for you. I can run over and get it, or you can stop by the desk on your way to the elevators. Here are your room keys and the mini bar key. You are on the 39th floor room 125 as you requested."
"Thank you. We'll go talk to Denise ourselves; I'd like to introduce her to my wife."

"Have a nice stay, ma'am."

"Hey Denise," Emily said with a grin.

"Mrs. Prentiss, nice to see you again. This must be your wife, Jennifer, I believe." After exchanging typical niceties, Denise handed Emily a thick, sealed envelope. "Everything you asked for is in the envelope, and everything has been set up as you requested."

"Thank you," Emily replied, subtly handing Denise a hundred dollar bill.

"Do you have this entire hotel in your pocket, Em? Jeez, these people are falling over themselves to please you," JJ whispered as they walked down the long marble hallway to the elevator.

"Let's just say I've spent a lot of money here in the past. Tip well once and they'll always remember."

"I feel like you're leaving a whole lot of the story untold, but I'm enjoying the VIP treatment so far."
"Babe, this is just the beginning. Wait until you see what I have planned," Emily coyly replied as they entered the elevator. As the gold metal doors slid shut, Emily placed a gentle kiss against her wife's lips and reveled in the smile that shone through the gorgeous blue eyes she'd fallen in love with.

"Holy crap. This suite may be bigger than our entire downstairs. I'm scared to ask how much this is costing for just one night."

"Then don't ask. Just enjoy the weekend. Now there's a surprise for you in the safe in the closet. I'm going to find a first aid kit." JJ looked skeptical, but walked towards the closet in the master bedroom. Opening the safe, she saw a classic, little blue box with an excessive white bow.

"Em, seriously?" JJ called from the closet. She never knew how to react to the ways Emily spoiled her. Shaking her head in disbelief, she gingerly unwrapped the bow and opened the box. Gasping, she looked upon an 18k gold necklace with an amethyst pendent. "Wow, it's gorgeous," JJ whispered as she picked up her gift.

"I thought you would like it," Emily said from the doorway.

"Thank you, Em. But it's too much."

"Shh, you're the mother of my children. You deserve so much more. Let me put it on for you. Turn around," Emily commanded, quickly quieting JJ's comment. "Mirror's in the bathroom. I'll get the door." Emily let the bellhop into the suite and nodded to the closet. He took the two go bags off his cart and hung two zip bags before accepting a tip from Emily and heading for the door. Locking the door as he left, Emily turned and looked at herself in the hallway mirror. God, I look like a wreck. I'm surprised they let me in the hotel without arresting me. Maybe I should have had this knife wound looked at, Emily thought to herself. Dark circles highlighted the paleness of her face and dried blood decorated the collar of her shirt. The towel she was holding to her neck was also a dark maroon color. JJ came up behind her and looked in the mirror over her wife's shoulder.

"You're amazing, Em," JJ started. "And you're still bleeding. You need to see a doctor."

"Nah," Emily deflected. "I have things planned. Doctors, stitches- all of that interferes with my plans. What time is it?"

"Uh, 3:10 I think."

"Hmm, okay, we have about 20 minutes before we have appointments downstairs."

"Downstairs for what? Will you tell me what you've got planned?"

"You'll have to wait and see," Emily smirked, kissing JJ's cheek and walking back into the bathroom.

"Em," JJ called from the closet again. "We don't have two zip bags. We need to call the bellhop. He brought the wrong bags to the room."

"Nope, I had those delivered. They're for tonight. Come on. We need to get downstairs."

"You spoil me."

"You deserve it."

Emily led JJ to the Four Seasons spa, and JJ grinned like a Cheshire cat when she realized where she was going.

"Hi. My name is Emily Prentiss, and this is Jennifer Prentiss. We have a couple of appointments."

"Yes. Of course, right this way," a young lady said, directly them out of the entry way and into the women's locker room. "Your lockers are 12 and 13. Here are the keys. Inside you'll find a robe for your convenience. You can leave your clothes and belongings in the locker. There's a sitting area over there where you can wait for your masseuses will come get you."

"We're going to get massages," JJ exclaimed happily. Emily nodded and smiled at the childlike nature JJ displayed.

"Specifically, couples massages with two very talented young men I met on one of my previous trips here. You are also getting a manicure and a pedicure."

"You're kidding? I get a massage, and a mani pedi. Love this weekend," JJ sighed as she tied the waistband of the robe. Emily smiled; pleased she could make her wife happy.

"Ladies, right this way."

"I don't think I've ever been this relaxed in my life. Oh my god, he found knots I didn't even know I had," JJ exclaimed after their massages. "Can we take him home with us?"

"I'm not sure how the kids would react to a male Vegas dancer living in our house."
"Oh, but when they realize how happy he makes Mommy, they won't mind."

"They're going to think that's a little odd since you know you're married to me," Emily joked, knowing JJ didn't catch the double meaning behind her comment.

"Shit. I mean… you know what I mean. Did I mention I love you?"
"Yeah, now you kiss ass. You now have a manicure and a pedicure. I will see you in the room when you're done. Follow the directions when you get up there."

"What does that mean? Follow the directions? And where are you going?"

"You'll figure it out when you get up there. Enjoy," Emily smirked, skipping off to the locker room to retrieve her clothes. After taking care of the bill, Emily jumped in the SUV and skidded off to the nearest ER. Quickly flashing her badge, she got three stitches and drove to Caesar's Palace to pick up the tickets for the show.

JJ finished with her appointments and exited the spa feeling like a new person. How am I ever going to thank her for doing all of this for me? When did she have time to even put this together? She didn't know we were going to Vegas until I told her and that was only two days ago. This would have taken a normal person a year to plan. Maybe she had help from Garcia. No, scratch that thought. Garcia can't keep her mouth shut. Emily never ceases to amaze me, JJ thought as she traveled up the 39 floors by elevator. Opening the door to their suite, she was greeted with chilled champagne and a plate of chocolate strawberries. Next to the bottle was a note in Emily's handwriting. The delicate curves of cursive caught JJ's attention as she popped the bottle and poured a glass. Taking a sip of the bubbly, she hummed in delight and reached for a white chocolate covered strawberry. Taking a bite she read the note.

Jen-

Tonight you will be treated like the princess you are. In the closet, you'll find everything you need to get ready for tonight. Make up is in the bathroom. Heels and a dress are in the closet. Be downstairs at 7 for the limo.

JJ smiled and took another sip of champagne. Dropping her clothes as she went, she stood naked in the closet and opened the zip bag with another note attached.

Jen-

Everyday you radiate confidence and beauty. Tonight, you will stand out amongst Vegas' brightest stars.

No one would ever believe that bad ass, FBI agent Emily Prentiss has a romantic side, never in a million years. Let's see what's she's picked out for me. JJ thought to herself as she looked in on a lilac purple floor length gown. The gown, originally looked to be strapless, was decorated with a gold and purple ornament from which two straps created a "v," perfectly framing JJ's delicate collarbone. As she slipped the dress on, she was surprised by how perfectly the dress fit. How the hell does she do this? I don't think I could pick out a dress that fits me this perfectly. She managed to do it without ever seeing the dress. JJ spun in a circle, grinning as the end fluttered out in a graceful circle. She looked at herself in the mirror and she felt like a beauty queen. Slipping into the heels provided, she put on her make up and downed another glass of champagne. If I've learned it once, I've learned it a million. This woman never ceases to amaze me.

Walking through the lobby, she smiled as she felt all eyes turn to watch her walk by. Immediately after stepping towards the valet stand, she was ushered into a limo. The driver introduced himself as Alan and took off towards an unknown destination.

"Alan, could you tell me where we're going?"

"Sorry, ma'am. I was told it was top secret. Mrs. Emily didn't exaggerate though. You look very beautiful."
"Thank you, sir. How do you know Emily?"

"I used to be a driver for her mother."
"And you're still living. Congratulations," JJ joked slightly.

"I am in fact. That wife of yours was quite a handful, you know?"

"Really? How old was she when you worked for her mother?"

"Miss Emily was about 14 I believe."

"So you knew her during the Goth stage?"
"I'm sorry. Goth?"

"Dark hair, massive eyeliner, lots of piercings," JJ explained.

"Oh yes. Miss Emily was quite fond of black and… boys if I recall correctly."
"Really?"

"Now don't tell her I told you this, but there was one afternoon I spent a majority of my time cleansing the backseat due to the compromising situation I found Emily in."

JJ laughed out loud at the thought of a frisky, Goth, teenage Emily getting busy with a random boy in the back of an embassy limo. "We have arrived, Mrs. Jennifer."

"Thank you, Alan," JJ said genuinely. A young valet helped her from the vehicle and she stood to face-to-face with her wife.

"You look amazing," Emily said, kissing JJ passionately. Interlacing their fingers, she leaned to the passenger window and whispered something to Alan. "Let's go, babe," Emily continued, leading JJ into the hotel.

Once in the lobby, JJ stopped. "Hold on, hold on. I want to get a look at you. Give me a spin," JJ commanded. Emily was a pale beauty in a floor length strapless red dress. "You look beautiful, Em. I have a question for you. How did you do all of this? You are phenomenal. I can't even thank you enough. I really needed this relaxing weekend. I don't know how you always know exactly what I need. I love you," JJ said, kissing Emily before re-interlacing their fingers. "Will you tell me where we're going?"

"Not a chance. Wait and see," Emily said, leading JJ through the smoky casino towards the Coliseum. Avoiding the large crowds lined up at the doors, Emily walked up to a very large looking man made entirely of muscle. Smiling in his direction, he nodded and opened the backstage door. "Thanks, Sam."

"How do you know all of these people? You are really going to have to explain this Sin to Win weekend thing because I know your mother was not a Vegas Ambassador."

"You never know," Emily mysteriously responded. "Keep close, okay?"

"You think I'm going somewhere?" JJ asked incredulously with a joking shimmer in her eyes.

"Here put this on," Emily said, handing JJ a lanyard with a laminated card on it.

"Are you kidding? We're backstage at Celine Dion. How on Earth do you make these things happen?" JJ shrieked excitedly, quickly throwing the lanyard over her head. Emily just smiled and kept up a brisk pace. Finally reaching a closed door she knocked softly and said, "Bonjour Céline. C'est moi, Emily. Puis-je entrer?" JJ heard a muffled sound, but Emily recognized it as an affirmative.

"Bonjour. Comment êtes-vous? Comment est Renée?" Emily asked smoothly transitioning from English to French. JJ grinned from ear-to-ear; she loved hearing Emily's cultured tongue always impressed her.

"Il est grand. Il vient d'avoir 10. Êtes-vous rester pour le spectacle?" Celine responded as she hugged Emily gently.

"Oui. Je voudrais vous présenter ma femme, Jennifer." Emily gestured towards JJ, giving the blonde her cue to step forward.

"Jennifer, it's so nice to meet you. Your wife is an old friend of mine; you're very lucky."
"I am. Thank you. It's so nice to meet you," JJ said, flabbergasted that she was talking to a music icon.

"Enjoy the show, and Emily, un siège est livré avec votre nom dessus. ont du fun à soir."

"Merci," Emily responded, turning to lead JJ out of the dressing room towards an elevator.

"You know Celine Dion. Really? How did I not know this? I'm now 100% convinced you're a rock star!" JJ shrieked excitedly as they rode the elevator to the box Celine referred to. "What all did you say?"

"I asked her how her son, Renee, was. She told me he was great and that he just turned 10. She asked if we were staying for the show. I said yes and introduced her to you. Then she said that there is a box with our name on it and hoped we had fun tonight."

"So cool," JJ almost shrieked again. "You know, hearing you speak another language is so sexy. It's a real turn-on."

"Est-ce, mon amour?"

"God yes," JJ moaned. The elevator doors opened, revealing a box situated at the perfect angle to appreciate the expansive light show that accompanied Celine's music. "Dear God, this is phenomenal." The show started, and both women greatly enjoyed the performance. As it ended, Emily led JJ back to the elevator, explaining they had dinner reservations at another hotel.

Alan was waiting for them as they exited a side door of the Coliseum Theater. Opening their doors, he headed down the sparkling Strip to Paris hotel.

"How was the show, ladies?"
"Did you know she knew Celine Dion? I'm still a little flabbergasted."
"Yes ma'am. The two of them caused quite a ruckus in France."

"Do I get another story, Alan?"
"Oh no, what story did you tell her the first time?" Emily asked, a little nervous.

"Just a little reminiscing, Miss Emily," Alan replied with a wink in his rear view mirror, causing JJ to giggle.

"That giggle never means anything good. No more stories out of you. She has enough blackmail on me as is," Emily joked. "Hungry, Jen?"

"I didn't realize I was hungry until you mentioned dinner reservations. I guess I was so distracted by the light show and all."

"It was spectacular wasn't it? Well now, we eat. Thanks Alan. See you later." Emily exited the vehicle and helped JJ out. "We are eating at the top of the Eiffel Tower," Emily informed her wife. "One of the best views of Vegas you can find and some of the best food, too."

The meal was perfect; the view was delightful. JJ was almost drunk, and Emily was feeling the effects of one-too-many bottles of wine. The two had a picture taken with the dazzling Strip in the background and headed down to meet Alan for their final segment of the night. As Alan dropped the ladies back at the Four Seasons, he exited the vehicle and Emily gave him a rather large hug. JJ thanked him as well. Interlacing fingers with Emily, JJ smiled and leaned into her wife.

"Now, what does my wonderfully, sexy, wife have next up her sleeve?"

"Jen, now the Sin to Win weekend begins," Emily whispered seductively in JJ's ear, licking the shell of the blonde's ear as she went. Emily smiled when she felt a shiver run through JJ's body.

This should be fun, Emily thought to herself as the elevator doors slid closed.