Sunday Emily, JJ and Henry spend the whole day with Sandy and Alan. They sightsee and check out the local attractions, just enjoying spending time with each other without worries about injuries or kidnappings. It is one of the best days of JJ's life.

Monday JJ wishes she could just go back to bed and not bother getting up. The judge had finally ruled at 10 a.m. that her testimony about John Gabriel was admissible. The prosecution had questioned her (with more than a few objections from the defense) until noon. The judge had dismissed everyone for lunch and then JJ returned to the stand so the defense could cross examine her. When the attorney drags her testimony past 3 p.m. and shows no signs of stopping, JJ is ready to scream. He is trying to make the entire case look flimsy by belittling JJ.

"So, Agent Jareau, you're saying you never had a chance to defend yourself from the man known as John Gabriel?"

"Correct, sir," she answers succinctly.

"Yet you spoke to him admittedly for several minutes."

"Yes, sir."

"So why didn't you do something during those minutes to defend yourself?"

"We were simply talking. When I went to move away he pulled the taser. Once I had been struck by it I was unable to defend myself."

"So tell me, Agent Jareau, why didn't he kill you?"

"Because his 'master' had not ordered him to."

"I see. And did he tell you who his master was?"

JJ sighs. "No, sir. Our investigation later revealed his—"

"OBJECTION! Your honor, please ask the witness to only answer the questions, not embellish her answers," the lawyer says snidely.

"So ordered," the judge states, with a look at JJ.

She nods. "Yes, your honor."

"Agent Jareau, did you ever actually speak to my client?"

"No, sir."

"So you had no reason to believe he was the so-called 'master' the man that attacked you spoke of," he points out with derision.

"Yes, sir, we did." She glances at the judge. "Should I embellish now, your honor?"

The judge and the prosecutor both have to hide their smirks. The judge nods. "Go ahead, Agent."

"Thank you, sir." JJ turns back to the defense attorney who looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He hadn't meant for her to answer his smart remark. "During the course of our investigation we found two manuscripts detailing what Mr. Shields wanted to accomplish. The man that attacked me, John Gabriel, also wrote in the manuscripts, detailing the things he did for his master and things he wanted to do. They directly tied your client to the man that attacked me."

The prosecutor is thrilled. The jerk at the defense table had inadvertently set JJ up to give the best tie-together evidence of the case. And the defense attorney knows it. He quickly dismisses JJ before she can do any more damage.

JJ steps off the stand. She had seen that Shields just kept glaring at her while she testified. No big deal. She has stared down worse. As she walks towards the gate leading out to the gallery, Shields leaps out of his seat.

"JEZEBEL!"

JJ turns as he grabs her, lifts her, and body slams her onto the prosecutors table. He draws back his fist to hit her as she slams her palm into his nose. It doesn't break it but it does stun him long enough for his lawyer and two bailiffs to drag him off of her. She lays there for a second to catch her breath, pain radiating up her back. The prosecutor stares down at her.

"Don't move! Get an ambulance!" he shouts.

"No!" she croaks out. She slowly sits up. "No, really. I'm fine. Oh…ow…um, mostly."

The judge had ordered Shields to be taken out of the room and the jury escorted out to the deliberation room. He walks over to check on JJ.

"Are you okay, Agent Jareau?"

She nods. "Yes, your honor. Gonna be feeling it tomorrow but no serious damage."

The defense attorney turns to the judge. "Your honor, I move for an immediate mistrial. She baited my client into attacking her. The jury will—"

The judge glares at the man. "Denied. Your client was not baited. And if you don't figure out a way to keep him under control he will appear in this court in chains. Do I make myself clear?"

The attorney just nods. The judge dismisses the case for the day. As JJ makes her way into the gallery she sees her parents waiting for her, fear in their eyes. For the first time ever they had come to see her testify. And it may be the last time they come.

"Jenny, are you really okay?"

She smiles at her mother. "Yes, Mom. Will need a soak in the tub but I will be okay."

"Any chance I can have a word with him?" Alan asks angrily.

JJ chuckles. "Sorry, Dad. Pretty sure I can't make that happen."

The trio leaves the courtroom. They stop in the witness room to pick up Morgan. When he hears what happens he is furious.

"They better make sure that bastard is secured before Emily testifies. He may try to 'save' her. And then I will have to kick his ass."

JJ chuckles and hugs him. "Thanks, Derek. I'll make sure the prosecutor knows to keep an eye on things when Emily is there." She sighs. "And now I need to call Straus and leave her a voicemail letting her know how far behind this case is. She's going to lose her mind if we have to stay through another weekend."

They all start walking out. Morgan chuckles. "And you can bet Hotch and Rossi are not having fun being the ones holding down the fort all this time."

JJ gets a serious look on her face. "But we have been doing nothing except work in our free time. This is a business trip, after all."

Morgan and the Jareau's laugh. "Jayje, if you wanted them to buy that line of b.s. you should have stopped Garcia before she emailed them pics of the puppy and us out on the safari adventure."

JJ laughs. "Uh, good point."

When they get back to the hotel, they head to the conference room they are using as an office. As soon as they walk in, Emily can immediately tell something has happened.

"Jen, what's wrong?"

JJ rolls her eyes. "How the hell do you do that?"

"Morgan looks nervous, your parents look terrified and you are walking very stiffly. So what's wrong?"

JJ looks at her parents. Emily is right, they do look scared. She takes her mother's hand. "Mom, I'm okay. Dad, I swear."

"Sorry, Sports Star, we just need to…to get past…it was just…"

Emily stands and moves to them. Garcia also stands. Reid just stares at them.

"Jen, don't make me ask again," Emily says, getting irritated at JJ dodging the question.

"Em, I'm fine," JJ says, taking her wife's hand. "Things just got a bit…hinky after I was dismissed."

Emily raises an eyebrow. "Hinky?"

JJ sighs and tells them all what happened. When she finishes Emily shakes her head.

"Damn it, Jen. Why the hell wasn't there a bailiff close by?"

"Can't answer that one. But I am pretty sure tomorrow if the judge has his way the National Guard will be in there," she says with a grin.

Emily can't help but chuckle. She pulls her wife into a gentle hug. "I'm glad you're okay, baby." She looks at the Jareau's. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Usually testifying is pretty boring."

Alan manages a smile. "I have to say, it was rather dull until that moment. It was quite satisfying to see Jenny slam the bastard in the nose. Just wish she'd broken it."

Emily laughs. "Yep, you are definitely Jen's daddy."

"MOMMY!"

JJ looks over and sees Henry has awakened from his nap. She can't help but smile as he stands against the side of his playpen…the puppy standing right beside him. She shakes her head in resignation.

"He really is a cute puppy."

Emily kisses her wife's temple. "Yes, he is. He still needs a name. We can't keep calling him 'the puppy.'"

"Well, it will come to us."

"Call him Alaska," Garcia suggests. "Then you'll always know where he came from."

"Or you can call him Trouble, as in Emily was in trouble for getting him," Reid tosses out.

Emily chuckles. "Thanks, Reid. Appreciate that." He just grins at her. She looks at JJ. "I like Alaska. What do you think, Mrs. Prentiss?"

JJ walks over and squats down beside the playpen. "So, Henry, how about we name your puppy Alaska?"

"YES!" he says with a grin.

JJ's eyes get wide. "Henry! You said yes!"

He grins devilishly. "No!"

She laughs and stands up, lifting him up. "Mother, are you satisfied now?"

Sandy laughs. "I am more than satisfied. Jenny, he is you all over again." She looks at Emily. "God help you both!"

They laugh and decide to call it a day. JJ does take the time to call and leave a voicemail for Straus to let her know about the delays making the stay in Alaska longer. She is quite thankful the chief isn't working late that night.


Morgan's testimony is done by noon on Tuesday. At 1:30 Emily makes her way to the witness stand. She can't help glancing once at the defendant, almost wishing he would try something so she can deck him. But accepting he could hurt Rocky she knows it would be best if his ass just stayed parked in his seat.

The prosecutor questions Emily for the better part of 2 hours. He is thorough; she is concise and well-spoken. The man knows his case is being made by the team from the FBI.

JJ had warned Emily about the obnoxious defense attorney so she has the "Prentiss Politics Gene" up and running as the man starts to question her. He first attacks her testimony on the manuscripts that were found.

"Now, Agent Prentiss, isn't it true that all your so-called findings on the manuscript are just guesswork?"

"No, sir. As I explained before we found the Bible passages and were able to put them into a coherent context based on the defendant's personal statements regarding those passages."

"But some of the writings were incoherent babbling according to you. How do you know my client wasn't the incoherent one?"

"Because the incoherent ramblings were written by the disciple who referred to the defendant as his master. The disciple was John Gabriel. Patty Shields was the master."

"OBJECTION! Move to strike that conclusion, your honor."

"Objection sustained," the judge agrees.

Inwardly Emily smiles. It may be stricken but it's still been said. The jury would remember it.

"Agent Prentiss, is it true that Agent Derek Morgan was actually the one who pushed Marielle Rogers into the river?"

"What? No!" Emily states. "Your client threw her off that cliff into the water. She was dressed in a bikini and her feet and hands were bound. Your client did that to her. Agent Morgan apprehended your client."

"And then you jumped in the river after Rogers?"

"Yes, sir. Someone had to save her from your client's madness."

"OBJECTION!" He screams.

"Sustained," the judge says. "No editorializing, Agent."

Emily nods. "Yes, sir."

"Agent Prentiss, is it true you were having an affair with Agent Morgan?"

Emily laughs before she can stop herself. "No, it's not."

"I see. So my client, while out on a hike, didn't observe you and Agent Morgan in an intimate embrace?"

Emily smiles. "No, sir. What he saw was me noticing him watching us. To cover the fact that we were studying him, we stood close and used what we call a 'happy couple' ruse so we could discuss what we were seeing."

"So the only member of your team you have had an affair with is Agent Jareau?"

Emily raises an eyebrow. "No, sir, I am not having an affair with her. We're married and I'm having her child."

"NOOOOOOO!"

Emily had been watching the defense attorney. She had not seen how aggravated Patty Shields was getting. At her final statement, he loses it. He leaps up, planning to go over the table to get to her.

Emily's eyes get impossibly wide…when Alan Jareau leaps over the barrier between the gallery and the defense table and tackles the man. Shields throws an elbow into Alan's face but the irate father does not let go.

Soon bailiffs are swarming the defendant who is screaming that he has to save Emily. He is dragged from the courtroom. Emily hurries off the witness stand to her father-in-law.

"Alan! God, are you okay?"

He looks up at Emily. "Been a long time since I used that football move. Should have stretched first. Would have looked more impressive if it had been done right."

Emily laughs. "Uh, right. I don't know much about football but I thought it looked great."

He grins and allows the prosecutor to help him up. The judge looks at the defense attorney.

"If you even thinkabout asking for a mistrial I will have you disbarred. I warned you to control him. He will be in chains the remainder of this trial. You'd be wise to convince him to take a deal, counselor." He looks at Alan. "Well done, sir. I'm just sorry it was necessary."

Alan nods. "Thank you. I'm sorry, too."

The judge looks at Emily. "I'd say the defense is done with you for now." He looks pointedly at the defense attorney. "Right, counselor?"

The man looks angry but nods. "Yes. But I reserve the right to recall her when I present my case."

"Very well. But bring up anything about her personal life in my courtroom again and you will be held in contempt. Good day, everyone."

The judge heads out. The prosecutor apologizes once more to Emily and Alan and lets them leave. The next two days will see the rest of the case against Shields presented so the agents shouldn't be needed. As they exit together, Emily links her arm through Alan's.

"So, are you planning to tell Jen and Sandy why you have a black eye or do I have to?"

He stops and stares at her, his hand reaching up to his face. He feels the tender bruising. "Oh, crap. Jenny will never let me live it down."

Emily laughs. "Nope, she sure won't."


"You did WHAT?" Jen shouts at her father.

"Now, Jen, he was trying to protect me. It was very heroic," Emily says calmly.

JJ glares at her. "You hush a moment." She turns back to her father. "Dad, there are bailiffs and…and…"

"And they were too far away from him to protect Emily. You won't get me to say I'm sorry, Jenny."

JJ stares at him a moment, then slowly shakes her head, smiling. "No need to apologize. But at least now I know where I get the ability to act first and think later. And just so you know…bruise purple is a pretty color on you, too," she says with a wink.

"Look, Henry! There's Mama and Grandpa!"

Sandy Jareau had just returned to the conference room with Henry and Alaska. She had yet to hear about her husband's defensive tackle. JJ and Emily can't help but grin as he turns to greet his wife and grandson.

"Say hi to—what the hell happened to your face?"

JJ grins and takes Henry. "Something tells me you better come with me, Little Man, before Grandma teaches you a new cuss word."

As JJ walks out with her son, Sandy just glares at her husband. "Well?'

Emily lays a hand on Alan's arm. "Allow me, Alan. After all, you saved me. Least I could do is save you back." Alan chuckles as Emily explains what happened. When she finishes she wraps an arm around his shoulders. "So go easy on him, Sandy. He saved my butt today."

Sandy slowly shakes her head. "It's bad enough I have to worry about Jenny and Emily. Alan Jareau, I swear if you make me have to worry about you, too, you will no longer be allowed to go to work with them. That said," she steps to him and pulls him into a hug, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "thank you for protecting Emily and Rocky. You're my hero."

He smiles. "Thanks, honey. I promise: no more heroics…probably."

Emily laughs. "Gee, Jen has made me similar promises. Let's see if Alan is any better at keeping them."


By noon Thursday the prosecution has wrapped up its case. Alan had attended both Wednesday and Thursday sessions. Seeing Shields pay for his crimes has become his mission. The man had hurt his daughter and tried to hurt his daughter-in-law and unborn grandchild. When Marielle Rogers had described what she had gone through from the time of her abduction until she woke up in the hospital he was just disgusted.

"How the hell do you do this, Jenny? How do you accept that justice moves so slowly? Why does it take so long to make things right?"

He just shakes his head at his thoughts. He would be having a long talk with JJ later. He really needed answers. He is brought out of his musings as the defense attorney stands to call his first witness. Alan's jaw clenches painfully as the doctor on the witness stand explains the mental break Shields had experienced that had made him not responsible for his actions.

"Bullshit," Alan mutters.

When the doctor finishes, the slimy attorney stands. "Defense recalls Agent Emily Prentiss."

Alan is surprised. He had no idea a messenger had been sent to call Emily back to the courthouse. He looks back at the door as the profiler enters and makes her way back to the stand. The judge looks at her.

"I remind you that you are still under oath, Agent Prentiss."

"Yes, your honor."

The defense attorney looks at the papers in front of him. "Agent Prentiss, have you ever lied to a suspect?"

"I have stretched the truth to get a suspect to admit to a crime. It's a common law enforcement tactic."

"I see. And have you ever broken the law yourself to bring a suspect down?"

Emily swallows, her heart skipping a beat. "I…I don't understand the question."

He laughs as if she's a fool. "Oh, please, Agent Prentiss, it's not a difficult question. There are laws that you are sworn to uphold. Have you ever broken them to take down a suspect?"

Emily takes a deep breath. "I…I cannot answer this question."

The defense attorney looks at the judge. "Your honor, can you please direct her to answer?"

The prosecutor stands. "Objection! What is the purpose of this question? Agent Prentiss has broken no laws in regards to this case."

"A lot of this case is based on her work with the manuscripts in evidence, not to mention she found two of the so-called altars. How do we know she didn't manufacture evidence to frame my client?"

The judge stares at the men a moment, then looks at Emily. "Objection overruled. You must answer the question, Agent Prentiss."

Emily stares at her hands a moment. She looks up. "I cannot answer this question, your honor."

The judge leans towards her. "Agent Prentiss, if you don't answer I will hold you in contempt of court."

Emily nods. "I understand, your honor. I still won't answer the question."

"Why not?"

Emily slowly shakes her head. "I'm sorry, your honor, but I can't tell you."

The judge sits back in his chair. The last thing he wants to do is put a pregnant woman behind bars. Alan stares at the judge. Surely he won't put her behind bars. Will he?

"Bailiff, take the witness into custody. Agent Prentiss, you will remain in custody until you answer the question or explain why you won't."

One of the bailiff's regretfully steps forward and escorts Emily from the courtroom. Alan hurries into the hallway and pulls out his cell phone.

"Jenny! Emily's been arrested for contempt."