Hotch pins a picture of the unsub up on one of the murder boards. "Tonight we try to find this man. He has no pattern to his kills, no time frame which leads us to believe he simply reacts when he hears the right thing from the right person."
"To him, he hears their story to the soundtrack of an Andrew Lloyd Webber tune," Emily continues. "It may not be one you've heard of so even if he unconsciously hums it you may not recognize it. And most likely he does hum along as his mind starts to weave his victim's story in with the lyrics. His last kill was an announcement to us that he has left his previous life behind and is now strictly on the path to kill to right perceived wrongs."
"Each of us needs to have a story in mind, a reason he would focus on us. Each one of us will be attempting to bait him out if we find him. This will be the only way to stop him," Hotch says.
JJ is watching Emily as he says this. Emily had known the plan but the brunette still shivers, still looks pissed that she can't be out there for her wife and her team. JJ sighs, knowing they'll need to talk before JJ goes out, her earlier joke now hitting her wrong. Hotch glances at his watch.
"It's 7 now. From what we've seen, the unsub doesn't show up until around 9. Let's get to the hotel, change and get out to the clubs. His victims were all alone when he approached them so we go in separately but stay in constant contact with the earbuds and mikes. Any questions?" No one has any. "Good. Rossi, JJ, Talib and I will be at Kate's. Morgan, Reid and Elliot, you'll be at Full Stop."
Elliot glances at Emily. "Uh, you sitting this out?"
Emily blushes. "I, uh, just got cleared back to duty after an injury. Keep having headaches. The, uh, bar scene would be bad for me right now. Sorry."
Elliot nods, embarrassed she'd asked. "Hey, uh, sorry, Prentiss. My bad. I didn't know."
Emily gives her a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "No problem."
When they get back to the hotel, Emily drops down on the bed staring at the ceiling. JJ sits down beside her, rubbing her arm.
"I'm sorry you won't be there because I know what that's doing to you inside, Emily. But thank you for admitting that you can't be; for accepting it even begrudgingly."
Emily entwines her fingers with her wife's, tears in her eyes. "What if I don't get better, Jen? What if they never stop?"
JJ lifts their hands and kisses her wife's knuckles. "Then you do what you've done so far this case: you help us with your mind. You help us with your care for the victims and your desire to see justice done. You may have to avoid take downs and stakeouts where violence could happen but you don't have to lose the parts of you that do the job the best: your head and your heart."
Emily just nods, too choked up to speak. JJ pulls out her phone and hits Francesca's number. She hears an excited voice answer.
"MOMMY!"
"Hi, Henry, Mama's feeling a little sad. Think you can make her smile?"
"Si, Mommy!" he says positively.
JJ hands the phone to her wife. Emily clears her throat but it's still scratchy with emotion. "Hey, Champ."
"Hi, Mama. I make smile." He starts to sing her one of his favorite Elmo songs.
Emily chuckles, a wave of love washing over her. This is why she can step back. This little boy and his sister. They are the reason she has to stay healthy even if that keeps her out of parts of investigations. By the time he is done with his song, her tears are now ones of joy.
"You sing so beautifully, Henry. You made me feel all better."
"Si. Henry good."
"Henry is very, very, good. You're my hero, Champ."
"Love Mama."
"I love you, too. Are you all ready to see Daddy and Helen this weekend?"
"Si. All packed. Fun time."
"Yes, it will be. You be a good boy for them, okay?"
"Si, Mama. Henry good, 'member?"
Emily laughs. "Yes, I remember. Henry is very good. Want to speak to Mommy?"
"Si. Love Mama."
"I love you, too." She hands the phone to JJ.
JJ smiles. "Good job, Henry. Mama is smiling and happy again."
"Henry make smile. Henry good."
"Yes, he is."
The two talk a little while longer. After checking on Rocky with Francesca, JJ hangs up. She smiles down at her wife.
"You look better."
Emily nods. "I am. You always know what to do to make me feel better."
"Good. Rest for a little bit, baby. I'm going to shower so I can get ready to go to the bar."
Emily nods. "Okay."
Emily lies on the bed staring at the ceiling. She listens to the water turn on and JJ move around a bit in the bathroom while it heats up. Once she hears her wife step into the shower, Emily stands and quickly strips down.
JJ is wetting her hair down when she feels a breeze. She starts to turn but arms wrap around her waist and a mouth presses to the back of her neck.
"Oh, Em," she moans as Emily pulls them close together.
JJ tries to turn again but Emily holds her in place, her hands reaching up to grasp full breasts. She thrusts against JJ's backside. JJ moans again, reaching back to grasp her wife's hips. Emily's mouth moves along JJ's shoulders, kissing and nipping in an alternating pattern. Her fingers lightly pinch and twirl the hard nipples in her hands.
"Oh, fuck, Em. Oh, yes…so good…"
One of Emily's hands trails down until it reaches soft, blonde curls. JJ's head drops back to her wife's shoulder as her hips thrust towards the touch. As Emily's fingers slowly stroke across her wife's throbbing clit she squeezes the breast in her hand.
"Lift your leg," Emily whispers.
JJ brings her leg to the side of the tub. Emily bends at the waist, making JJ lean over, bracing her hands against the wall in front of her. Emily slowly drags her hand around her wife's hip until she gets between her legs again, this time from behind. JJ's head drops onto her outstretched arms.
"Do you know how much I wish I had the strap on for this?" Emily breathes against her wife's back as she throws her hips forward, driving her hand into her wife's waiting center.
"EM! YES!"
Emily paces her thrusts with her lips and her other hand. JJ is shaking from the feeling generated by the three intimate points of contact but the whole time her body is meeting each motion from Emily. But she needs more. She pulls away long enough to turn around. She gives Emily a deep, passionate kiss. When it ends, she pushes on Emily's shoulders.
Emily obliges. She drops to her knees as JJ lifts her leg again. Emily grabs her hips and pulls her forward, her tongue diving in deep, her nose rubbing the hard nub.
"Em! Oh, God, baby, yes. Please…please…more…please…I need to scream, baby. Make me scream. Please!" she begs.
Emily moves her mouth to the clit, sucking it in as she pumps 3 fingers deep into her wife. Within in seconds JJ is, in fact, screaming as her body explodes for her wife. She slowly drops to her knees, staring into Emily's eyes.
"I love you so much, Emily."
"I love you, too, Jennifer."
JJ starts to return her wife's affections but Emily stops her. "No, baby, this was for you. I needed to show you I'm okay before you left. Your mind needs to be on the case, not on me."
Blue eyes bore into brown. "How did you know before I did?"
Emily smiles. "It's all a part of loving you, baby. Do you believe me when I say I'll be okay?"
JJ strokes a hand down Emily's cheek. "If I say no will you do that again?"
Emily chuckles and kisses her wife. "Go out, catch the bad guy, and I'll think of an appropriate reward."
JJ raises an eyebrow. "Best incentive I've ever had on a case."
Emily stands and pulls her wife up. Taking the shampoo, she treats herself to the joy of washing her wife's hair. JJ smiles at her.
"Why do you love doing this so much?"
"Having sex in the shower?" Emily asks, confused. "You really don't know?"
JJ laughs. "Uh, no, I get that. I meant washing my hair. What's that fetish about?"
Emily laughs. "Fetish? Uh, didn't think of it as a fetish. Honestly, I don't know why I do. You're the first woman whose hair I washed. Maybe it's as simple as that."
"Wow. Once again you surprise me by telling me something I'm your first for."
Emily smiles. "You are my first and last for a lot of things, Jennifer. And you always will be."
JJ pulls her into another kiss. "As you'll be mine, Emily. As you'll be mine."
Emily steps out of the shower to let JJ finish up. She orders them a pizza from room service. By the time JJ finishes her hair and make-up dinner has arrived. As they eat, Emily looks up at her wife.
"You'll call if something happens, right?"
"As soon as I can. I promise," JJ vows.
"And if some hot dark-haired, blue eyed hunk or hunkette hits on you?"
JJ grins. "You're the one with the head injury. I'll remember she's not you."
Emily smirks. "Good answer."
A few minutes later there is a knock on the door. Emily opens it to see Hotch and Rossi waiting. She eyes them up and down. Hotch wears jeans and a polo. Rossi wears jeans (of course) and a black tee shirt. Emily raises an eyebrow at that. Rossi rolls his eyes.
"Morgan said a button down collar shirt would make me look like a narc."
Emily grins. "He's right. You both look great. Just remember to try to inspire a song if you see the unsub."
JJ walks up and also nods approvingly at the two men. They plan to drive the SUV to a spot two blocks from the pub and stagger their arrival. Rossi is going to play a writer with creative block. Hotch will be the misunderstood husband. JJ will be the woman mad at her husband looking for a good time. When Talib arrives he'll be a man questioning his religious beliefs.
"You three be safe," Emily cautions them.
Hotch nods. "We will be."
JJ gives Emily a kiss. "I love you. See you later tonight."
"I love you, too. Be careful."
"Always."
The teams stay at the bars until closing time. By the end of the night they all have phone numbers from interested strangers (with Reid having the most, much to Morgan's chagrin) but the unsub never shows. They regroup in the lobby of the hotel to compare notes.
"So what do we do? Stake out the bars every night until he shows?" Talib asks.
Hotch sighs. "Unfortunately that's one option. We'll be out there again tomorrow night. We'll switch up bars in case he did happen to make us and we missed him."
Elliot nods. "Alright. What time should we be at the precinct tomorrow?"
"Let's say 9," Hotch says. "We're up late tonight and will be again tomorrow unless we catch him sooner. If Garcia calls me with anything I'll let you all know."
They say goodnight to the police detectives and head upstairs to their room. JJ opens her door carefully. It is dark so she uses the flashlight on her phone to see where she's going. She should have known better.
Emily turns on the light. "This may make it easier."
JJ turns to her. "What are you doing awake?"
"Well, let's see: my wife and my best friends are setting themselves up as bait for a killer who cuts lyrics into the body of his victim. Why, oh, why might I have trouble getting to sleep?"
JJ laughs and sits down beside her wife. "Have I called you smart ass lately?"
Emily pretends to think. "Um, yes, I believe so. You're getting boring with all these repeats."
JJ laughs and gives her wife a kiss. "Let me brush my teeth and I can show you just how 'not boring' I can be."
Emily grins with desire. "I will gladly take that challenge."
By the time JJ is done in the bathroom Emily is naked. JJ then spends the next hour proving that she is ANYTHING but boring.
