A/N: For those thinking Will and Morgan got off easily, I ask for patience. Trust me…I'm in advertising. :o)
When JJ gets back to the hotel around 6 p.m. she is trying to be quiet in case Emily is resting. She should have known better. The profiler is sitting at the desk, papers strewn around her, studying something on her laptop.
"Hey, feeling better?" JJ asks.
"Yep. Mostly. Still a little queasy so I just worked from here."
JJ raises an eyebrow. "Did you rest at all?"
Emily grins at the scrutiny. "Yes, honey, I did. I swear. Here."
She holds the little hotel notepad from beside the phone out to JJ. JJ takes it, reading the times and blood pressure readings written on it. She steps closer to her wife and gives her a kiss.
"Good girl."
"Thanks, Mom," Emily says with a grin.
JJ studies the times a bit, then frowns at Emily. "Um, when did you start working on…well, whatever this is?"
"Around 1. Why?"
JJ just chuckles and shakes her head. "Because the more you worked the better your blood pressure got. That's just twisted, baby."
Emily laughs. "Yeah, I noticed that, too. What do you want to bet we're all that fucking twisted?"
JJ rolls her eyes. "Not taking that sucker bet. So, are you up for dinner?"
Emily sighs. "Soups out. I'm hungry and, well, I kinda have a craving for something but I'm not sure how good it will really be."
"What?"
Emily's face scrunches in embarrassment. "Anchovy pizza."
JJ just stares at Emily. "Like…just anchovies? Nothing else? Sauce, cheese, anchovies and crust?" Emily nods. JJ considers this a moment then finally shakes her head. "There is no damn way we're getting that delivered. It will stink up the room." Emily's face gets more scrunched. JJ puts her hands on her hips. "You already ordered it, didn't you?"
"Sort of," Emily admits. "Got a supreme for you."
JJ sighs. "Is there any chance you would agree to eating it at the picnic area out behind the hotel? Please?"
Emily chuckles. "Well, since I've kind of taken over the desk and table sure. I'm sorry, Jen."
"Don't be sorry, just…please don't order one of those for a teeny, tiny hotel room ever again. Okay?"
Emily smiles and pulls her down into her lap. "Deal, Mrs. Prentiss."
The two share a deep kiss that is interrupted by a knock on the door. Emily goes to answer it, excited her pizza has arrived. JJ quickly changes and they head out to enjoy their dinner. They run into Morgan along the way.
"Ah, pizza! Perfect!"
"Anchovy pizza," JJ stresses.
He looks at her with disgust. "Uh, seriously?"
JJ nods. "Seriously."
"Damn, Jayje, you deserve a medal for that one. Think I'll stick with a burger from room service."
He heads on. Emily looks at JJ. "You could have mentioned the supreme."
JJ winks. "Nope. Got to have something left for breakfast in the morning."
They laugh and head on out to enjoy their picnic dinner. JJ is slightly ill watching her wife dig in to the anchovy pizza. Finally she grins.
"I love you so much. But you better brush your teeth twice before even thinking about kissing me goodnight."
Emily just smiles happily and takes another big bite. They are done and getting ready to call Henry when Rossi and Hotch walk out the doors to see them.
"Hey, Sailors. Just in port for the night?" Emily teases.
Rossi winks. "You guessed it. Looking to find a couple hotties for a good time before we leave port again."
Emily chuckles. "Well, we're taken but I have these friends Morgan and Reid that might be right up your alley."
"Bite your tongue, woman," Rossi teases back.
Hotch looks at JJ. "I understand you had to turn into a media liaison again."
Emily turns to her wife. She hadn't heart this.
JJ stiffens defensively. "I had to, Hotch. Em was sick and some idiot deputy had told the media the killer is a local surfer and that they would have him in custody soon. No offense to them, but there was no way in hell I was sending Reid or Morgan in front of the cameras."
"Shit, Jen," Emily mutters. She looks at their chief. "This was my fault, Hotch. Morning sickness hit. I should have been there. I swear I'll take back over tomorrow no matter what."
Hotch sighs. "JJ, I understand. Good job trying to get control back from the media. Emily, you don't need to apologize. Something tells me a lot of what you read and hear about the bodies in this case may hit you a little strangely. Just take care of yourself and Rocky."
Emily grins. "So you're calling my child Rocky now, too?" She looks at JJ. "This is all your fault, Jen."
JJ just smiles unapologetically. Hotch glances at his watch.
"By the way, Prentiss, you were right about Port Aransas. We're all going to head down that way tomorrow. The storm should be causing some swells that will draw all the surfers out."
Emily nods. "Yeah, they will. And I have something in my room to show you. Hotch, this killer has been doing this the better part of 2 years all along the Gulf Coast. Garcia pulled up hundreds of like crime hits. I've been singling out ones showing signs of mechanical dismemberment versus natural dismemberment then checking time of death against storm fronts."
"How many do you have so far?" Rossi asks.
Emily sighs. "Sadly, you probably don't want to know."
Hotch shakes his head. "I was worried about that. Well, pull together as much as you can. If we catch this bastard we'll make sure every state that wants to gets a crack at him."
"Uh, her, Hotch," Emily corrects.
"Her? You're sure?" he asks.
"99.9%. Women would sacrifice a man, a virile man who would be a perfect way to honor the gods. A man would sacrifice a virginal woman for the same reason."
"So you're sure about the ritual sacrifice angle?" Rossi pushes.
"Rossi, what the hell other reason could there be? A young, strong man killed right before a major storm. It's either for protection from the storm or to thank the gods for the storm. Everything about this situation, from the sawed off body parts to the fact that they show up just before storm fronts says ritual sacrifice to me," Emily concludes.
Rossi stares at her a moment, then slowly nods. "I was really hoping you would make me doubt that angle. So we're looking for a woman paying homage to sea gods."
"Or storm gods. We won't know for sure which until we catch her."
"Then let's hope that's tomorrow," Hotch says.
"If not, we can maybe predict her next city. I've been watching two fronts forming out at sea. Depending on the track they take, we can perhaps expect her to hit ahead of those storms," Emily informs them.
Hotch blows out a breath. "This is twisted beyond our normal twisted unsub. Get a good night's sleep. We'll leave at 6."
The women nod as Hotch and Rossi head inside. Emily looks to her wife.
"How about we go in, I keep playing with my tracker and you study some?"
JJ sighs. "Study…right…the exam…"
Emily frowns. "What's going on in your head, Jen?"
"Nothing. Just…the test…I…I got another job offer today. How come no one thinks I can pass it but you all?"
Emily reaches and takes her wife's hand. "They know you can, too. That's why they are approaching you now, hoping to make you an offer that will make you not even worry about taking it. If they didn't think you were going to pass, they would wait until the grade posts. Then their offers wouldn't have to be as good because you would be forced to make a move."
JJ stares at the beautiful brunette a moment, considering her words. "Holy crap…you're right." Her face breaks into a big smile. "Fuck them all. I'm a damn profiler!"
Emily chuckles. "Damn right you are!"
They head inside to give Henry a call before settling down for the evening to work and study.