Unfortunately for Emily and McElroy all the flights heading to DC were booked. They are killing time at the airport when Emily decides to call JJ.
"Em! You're on speaker! Did you fry his ass?"
Emily laughs. "Always such the lady, Jennifer."
"Oh, hush, Ambassador, just answer the question."
Emily raises an eyebrow. "Call me 'Ambassador' again and I won't be answering anything, woman." JJ giggles. "But since I know it won't just be you I'm teasing…yes, I fried his ass with Pen's information."
Emily smiles as she hears Morgan, Hotch and Rossi joining in on the cheers.
"Tell us more, Princess."
"He just about lost it when I called him Sebastian. And when he flipped completely and came at me McElroy was ready and body slammed him into the table. His aide was terrified but I think relieved, too. Now that he knows Reese…make that Scout, has money he won't have to be the court appointed legal counsel. Reese can find his own lawyer or pay someone to help him if the court deems it necessary."
"That is awesome! Damn I'd have paid BIG money to see his face when you called him Sebastian!" Morgan states.
"Oh, Morgan, it was priceless. I thought his head was going to explode. I'd describe it but it just wouldn't do it justice. And then to see McElroy squashing him like a cockroach was even better."
"You know, Emily, I think this might be the most jealous of you I've ever been," Rossi admits.
"The most jealous? Dare I ask when else you have been jealous of me?" Emily teases.
"You can ask but I'm not dumb enough to answer," Rossi tells her as everyone chuckles.
"Look, we had been trying to get out of here early but it's no go. We're just hanging out in the first class lounge until our flight boards at 6. You all will probably be on the way to 'Bama by then."
"Uh, not exactly," JJ tells her. "Jet has mechanical issues so we're not leaving until tomorrow now."
Emily can't help the smile. "Well, that sucks for the case but I'm glad for me. I can't wait to see you, Jen."
"You mean you don't want to see me, Cupcake?" Morgan jokes.
"Not for the same reasons, buddy," Emily laughs. "Is there anything you all want to shoot me to take a look at? Fresh set of eyes could help," she offers.
Hotch leans towards the table. "I think we may take you up on that. I feel like we're starting to run in circles with this and I'm worried we're going to start projecting opinions on everything."
"Well I've got nothing but time so send them to me. It's pretty quiet in here so I should be able to use my headset with few problems."
"Excellent. Now I think we'll let JJ step out with you to have a quick talk and say all the lovey-dovey things we don't want to hear."
JJ blushes as she stands. "Gee, thanks, boss."
JJ and Emily chat about nothing as JJ walks to her wife's office. When she has the door closed she sighs.
"Are you really okay, Emily?"
"Better than I thought I'd be, Jen. He tried to bring up Bangor and McElroy shut him down immediately. He basically did everything we expected and kept getting verbally smacked down by Mac. He has lost complete control of his life. The final straw was me calling him by his real name. Does it make me a complete and utter bitch that I loved seeing the frustration on his face? He's gone from being a puppet master to being just another number in a cellblock."
JJ smiles. "I don't think it makes you a bitch at all. And if it makes you feel better, hearing how happy you are makes me feel 100 times better about facing him."
"Then let me increase that feeling another 100 times: he made a verbal threat to harm you in front of our team counsel. No matter what, he will not be allowed to meet with you face to face."
JJ's stomach trips. "Okay, a small part of that scares the crap out of me but the rest of it makes me happier than I can tell you. I think even the nesters are doing a happy dance."
Emily chuckles. "Good. Jennifer, he's sunk. He's under high security because they know he's got the psychology to try to escape. He's never, ever getting out of prison. He's done. Whether he pleads guilty or is convicted, he's no longer in control of his life or anyone else's."
"But he could escape."
"No chance, Jen. I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it. He's done. You no longer need to worry about him. The soonest you might see him in person is his trial. And if he makes any more threats to you, we'll make sure you are questioned via CCTV. Forget about him, Jen. You and your team have beaten him for the final time."
"Yes, we have. Thanks to a crazy little hacker who needs to have lots of chocolates and several pretty things bought for her."
Emily laughs. "Damn right." Emily sighs. "So, Jen, when I get home tonight, I plan to wake Henry just to say hello before I come to bed. I promised him."
"I know you did, Em. I understand. Any ideas what you will do on your day out with him?"
"I thought about the zoo but it will be so cold. So maybe the aquarium in Baltimore. He had fun with Will and Helen there. He can pet a shark again even."
JJ's stomach trips again. Even though she had seen the small shark he had run his hand down she still can't help but picture their son patting Jaws on the nose. "God, I hate that thought. Don't tell me if he does."
Emily laughs. "I won't. Promise." She glances at her watch. "Look I guess you all need to be wrapping up for the night. How about you do that and I call the kids. I'll text you when we board the plane."
"Sounds good. I love you, Em. I am so glad you're okay and that bastard is finished."
"Me, too. I love you, Jen. I'll see you tonight."
"Can't wait, baby."
JJ hangs up and stares at the wall a moment. She really was feeling so much better about Reese. But in the back of her mind she knows she will always be expecting the call that he escaped until she gets the call that he is dead. She sighs.
"Make a note to self, Prentiss: talk to Westfallen about that."
She stands and goes back to the conference room to help finish up with the information they are working on for the Alabama case.
Emily punches the button for her home and prays that Henry will talk to her tonight. Francesca answers after the second ring.
"Hello, cara."
Emily groans as she hears crying in the background. "Hi, Francesca. Sounds like I picked a bad time to call."
"No, Rocky is just not happy that she gets no dessert tonight. She threw her broccoli at Henry."
Emily chuckles. "Dare I ask why?"
"Because she wanted beets not broccoli."
Emily laughs. "Well, at least it was a good reason. Let me guess: Henry is the one that picked broccoli and he doesn't like beets now?"
"Exactly. The young princess was not happy with her brother but it was his turn to pick."
"So, would either like to speak to me?"
"I am sure they will, cara." She holds the phone away. "Mama is on the phone. Who would like to speak with her?"
Henry raises his hand. "Me!"
Emily's heart swells.
"Hi, Mama!"
"Hey, Champ, you having a good dinner?"
"Si, Mama! Eats broc'li but Rock no did."
"DID!" Rocky yells in the background.
Henry sighs. "Her didn't, Mama."
Emily chuckles. "Well, I deal with that later."
"Cause you home, tonight?"
"That's right. I will come home tonight and I will wake you up to sing to you. Okay?"
"Kay, Mama. Pinkie promise?"
Emily grins. This was new. "You got it, Henry. Pinkie promise."
"Love you, Mama."
"I love you, too, Champ. Can I speak to Rocky now?"
"Sure, Mama. Here, Rock."
"No. Like. Bwoc!" is the greeting Emily receives.
"That doesn't mean you can throw it at your brother, Rocky. You know the rule: Francesca chooses a vegetable each night and you or your brother choose the other."
"No!"
"Yes. And when you are bad you don't get dessert."
Emily winces as an ear splitting sound signals the phone being thrown to the ground followed by a now distant.
"NO!"
"Roxanne! Enough! Time out!" Francesca states. A moment later the nanny's voice comes over the phone. "Emily?"
"Hi. I backed you up, as you can guess. Sorry you have to put up with that."
"It is not often I do, cara. She did not nap well today so she is just tired. Tomorrow she will be her happy, singing self again. You will see."
"I hope so. I…damn, my other line is ringing. Give them both a hug and kiss for me."
"You know I will, cara. Ti amo."
"Ti amo, Francesca."
Emily switches over to the other line. "Hotch? Did I miss you?"
"No. And I hate to do this but I need you and McElroy to fly to Montgomery, Alabama."
"What? Why?"
"Reid took off. He heard about an ice storm coming in and knew we'd probably have trouble leaving tomorrow so he took off tonight alone. We're trying to get a flight but it's not looking good. A lot of people have tried to beat the storm."
Emily pinches the bridge of her nose. "Are you…you fucking serious?"
"I'm afraid so. We're even trying to fly into somewhere close and drive. What's the problem, Prentiss?"
"The problem is I just promised Henry I was coming home tonight. It's this kind of shit that's killing my relationship with him." She sighs. "I'm going to kick Reid's ass."
"Emily…I…I will talk to Henry for you."
"Doubt it will help. Look I just…let me get McElroy. I'll email you our new itineraries. Do you know where he's staying?"
"He has a room booked at the airport Fairfield Inn. I took the liberty of booking rooms for you two, also. A car, too."
"Okay. Does Jen know?"
"Yes. She's pretty pissed at Reid. I think now I understand why the anger was greater than I expected. She is searching all possibilities to get us there. As soon as we arrive, you can come home," Hotch promises.
"Thanks. We'll just…have to see. I may be in custody."
"Custody?"
"For beating the crap out of Reid," Emily mutters. "I'll let you know when we arrive."
"Thanks, Prentiss."
"Right, Hotch."
Emily hangs up and mutters a few choice words in Italian under her breath before getting up and approaching McElroy.
"Hey, we have to change out flight."
"What? Why?" he asks in surprise.
She runs down the situation for him. When she finishes he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Mac."
"Not your fault. But think I can get String Bean in a sparring ring when we get back?"
"You can be first in line. Just leave a little for the rest of us."
"Deal."
The two agents go to the ticket counter and find out the last flight out to Montgomery leaves in an hour. They grab their things and make their way to the gate. Emily sends a text to Jen and Hotch with the itinerary. She then sends another text to Jen.
"Bring my go bag, please. After tomorrow I'm out of underwear."
She gets a text a second later. "Will do, Em. I am so sorry. I'll talk to Henry tonight. Promise, baby. I love you."
"Thanks, Jen. Love you, too."
Emily pockets her phone, not feeling chatty right now and hoping her anger is under control before she sees Reid. Otherwise it may not end very nicely for the young genius.
