Dinner that night includes good food and lots of laughter. Though she hates to break up the party, Emily has to go lie down again. Alan goes with her and Henry into the rec room while JJ stays in the kitchen helping her mother clean up. Sandy steals a glance at her daughter.
"So, ready to tell me why your blue eyes aren't as sparkling as usual?"
JJ sighs. "Never could hide anything from you."
"Oh, I don't know. I never knew for sure you read your sister's diary until recently."
JJ manages a small smile. "True." JJ looks into her mother's eyes. "I'm scared I'll…I'll hurt you, Mom. I don't want to terrify you."
Sandy takes her daughter's hands. "Talk to me, Jenny. Let me help you."
JJ leans against the kitchen counter. "I…I'm having nightmares about…over there."
"I'm not surprised. But that's not all, is it?"
JJ slowly shakes her head. "I wasn't going to tell you but Francesca guilted me into promising I would." JJ looks down, refusing to meet her mother's eyes. "I, uh, in our last case we sorta ran into a blast from our past. Remember the guy from that case in Lancaster?"
Sandy stiffens. "The one that hit Emily and tried to kidnap you?"
JJ nods. "Yeah, that one. He was the one behind the murders in Detroit. He, um, almost…shit…"
Sandy steps to her daughter and lifts her chin. Her eyes are flames. "Did he hurt you, Jenny?"
JJ eyes are filled with tears. "He tried." She tells her mother everything that happened. "He got away, Mom. He'll try to draw us into a case again somewhere. He…he wants to hurt our team, me and Emily, especially."
"Oh, God, Jenny…"
"But we know he's out there, Mom. We know what he looks like. Flyers have been sent out all over the U.S. Someone, somewhere will see him. Hopefully we'll be able to get him before he can start the killings again."
"And if he comes after you all directly?"
"We know he's out there. We'll keep an eye out for him. I swear." She chuckles and tells her mother about catching the security detail, something she had skipped earlier. "So we're even aware of things that aren't a danger to us. But I promise you, Mom, we'll be careful."
Sandy pulls her daughter into a hug. "I know you will. Remind me to send you the bill for the dye job I'm going to need."
JJ laughs. "No problem. I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, Jenny."
When they had gotten to the rec room, Alan had looked at Emily. Emily had smiled, recognizing JJ's "we need to talk" look. Now Emily knew where her wife got it.
"When was the last time she slept, Emily?" he asks directly.
Emily sighs, thinking. "Honestly? I don't know. I know she got one decent night in Afghanistan but even that wasn't probably a good night. I would have to say it was probably before…we were up here for…you know…"
"Before you all had to investigate Amy."
Emily nods. "Yeah. She's dealing with it all, though. She's taking a couple weeks off to get her head on straight. She'll be okay with time."
"I hope so," he says. "What about you? No offense, but you're not looking too hot, either."
Emily sighs. "No, I'm not. And I'm not doing as good as I could be. The last time my bp spiked so badly I ended up in the hospital overnight. Dr. Manton also thought they would have to take Rocky to keep her safe," she finishes, rubbing her stomach unconsciously.
"Oh, Emily," he says sympathetically. "What caused the spike?"
Emily's eyes widen as her heart skips a beat. "Uh…well…um…"
Alan raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes turning to steel…another JJ trait that tells Emily there would be no dodging this question. "Emily…what happened to cause the spike?"
Emily sighs. "Damn." She tells him what happened in Detroit. By the end he is up and pacing. "But we're going to be okay. This unsub won't make a move until he has his puppet ready to start killing. And that is what gets to all of us: unless he screws up and gets caught for some reason, we won't get to go after him until he kills again."
"Damn. How do you know he won't just come right after you?"
Emily thinks a moment before answering. "This will only make sense to the unsub and those of us who study them. This man needs to best us. He has to prove he is better than us by killing while we are looking for him. And, yes, his aim is to make one of us on the team his final kill in some city. Not only will it satisfy his urge to kill but it will satisfy his desire to prove how much smarter than us he is. He's a narcissist at heart. To just…attack one of us without all the elements he wants in place would not please him."
Alan stares at her a moment before shaking his head. "You're right…that doesn't make sense to me. But you're sure you're right?"
Emily nods. "Yes, I am."
He stares into her eyes and sees no deception. He nods. "Okay."
JJ walks into the bedroom. Emily smiles at her.
"All good?"
"Yep, Henry is sleeping just fine and Alaska is happily curled up under the crib."
Emily grins. "Good. Going to tell me how happy you are to have the puppy now?"
JJ gives her a sly look as she starts to change into pajamas. "I believe I've mentioned that before."
Emily nods. "I know. I just like hearing that I was right about him."
JJ throws her shirt at her wife. "Brat."
"Yep," Emily says proudly. Inside she is thrilled. Once again, she sees more of the old JJ spark coming back.
As they crawl into bed, JJ spoons against her wife's back, her hand rubbing over Rocky. Emily sighs in contentment. JJ smiles and kisses her neck, her mind on their first night at the Jareau's house.
"So we're sharing your old room? Seriously?" Emily says nervously.
JJ nods. "Yes. Why is that a problem for you?"
"Well…it's just…I mean…"
JJ pulls her down into a kiss. "Emily, calm down. I promise not to take advantage of you."
Emily blushes. "Geez, Jen! Don't say that!"
JJ frowns. "Why not?"
"Your parents could hear and think we have sex or something!"
JJ bites back a laugh. "Emily…we dohave sex."
"But not here!" Emily hisses.
JJ can't stop the laugh this time. "You are so freakin' adorable. Get in bed, honey."
Emily finishes changing. JJ had turned her back to get something out of her suitcase. When she turns back she bursts out laughing again.
"Are you serious? That's what you're wearing to bed? What, was your suit of armour at the cleaners?"
Emily looks down at the sweatpants and hoodie she is wearing. "What?"
"Emily, you normally sleep in the nude at home. And on the road, you usually wear silk sleep shorts and a silk top or tee shirt."
Emily shrugs, not meeting JJ's eyes. "I, uh, was worried I'd get cold."
JJ shakes her head in amusement. "Emily, get into your pajamas."
Emily sighs and turns her back to JJ to change. JJ rolls her eyes at that. She almost gets irritated…then she decides getting evil would be more fun. Once changed, Emily quickly gets in the bed, lying as close to the edge as she can.
"Yep," JJ thinks to herself, "evil is definitely needed here."
She crawls in behind her girlfriend. She gets as close as her baby bump will allow and starts to run her hand over Emily's back and arms.
"JJ…don't…please," Emily asks firmly.
JJ just smiles and starts to rub lower, her hand lightly squeezing Emily's tense buttocks.
"Jen…seriously…don't."
JJ's hand slips under the waistband of the shorts, moving to Emily's front and just stroking the warm curls between her legs. Emily moans, her hips thrusting despite herself.
"Jennifer…we…can't…here…in…Oh God!"
JJ had slipped one finger between the curls to press against the hard clit. Even as she protests verbally, Emily's body betrays her.
"Jen…no…we…can't…" she mutters as she bends her knee, giving JJ more access to her throbbing center.
JJ draws her tongue up her girlfriend's neck. "Roll over, Emily. Let me make love to you."
Emily can't fight any more. She rolls to her back. JJ eases up and stares down at her.
"For the first time ever I am going to make love to someone in my room."
Emily can only moan when JJ kisses her as her hand dives into Emily's center. Emily lifts her shirt up.
"Please, Jen," she begs as her breasts appear from behind their silk curtains.
"Mmm, gladly," JJ moans as she pulls one nipple deep into her mouth.
Emily throws her arm across her mouth to muffle her scream. JJ masterfully works both breasts with her mouth as her hand dives deeper, harder, faster, adding fingers as Emily meets each thrust. When JJ knows she is about to come, she makes her way up and once again gives the brunette a deep kiss.
"Come for me, baby," JJ urges.
And Emily does, glad that JJ kisses her to muffle her scream of ecstasy. As she comes down from the high, she sees JJ's smug smile.
"I hate you sometimes," Emily grumbles.
JJ giggles. "No you don't."
Emily sighs and brings a hand to the blonde's cheek. "Okay, maybe not. But you deserve a spanking for that."
"Oh, baby, don't tease me," she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
Emily can't help but laugh. "You're incorrigible, Jennifer Jareau. What ever should I do with you?"
JJ kisses her deeply and stares into her eyes. "Make love to me?"
Emily rolls, settling her legs over one off JJ's thighs. She stares down at the beauty below her. "I shouldn't. I should just leave you hanging after what you did to me."
JJ smiles. "You wouldn't do that to a pregnant, hormonally charged lady now, would you?"
Emily doesn't answer…she lets her actions speak for her, her own kiss muffling JJ's screams as the golden beauty comes a few minutes later.
JJ rolls Emily to her back. Her blue eyes are hooded with desire.
"Em…please…I need…"
Emily pulls her down into a deep kiss. When it ends, she locks eyes with her wife. "Anything you need, Mrs. Prentiss. Anything you need."
She kisses her again. Soon they are making love quietly but urgently as JJ feels herself starting to center emotionally.
