Emily walks in the front door of her house just after 7 p.m. The main level of the house is silent. She drops her briefcase in the entryway and sets the alarm. Going upstairs she smiles as she sees Henry sitting on his bed "reading" to Ska and Bear-Bear. She leans against the doorframe.

"Good reading, Champ."

Henry looks up and happily scrambles off his bed. She kneels and accepts his hug and kiss.

"Yep, you still give the best hugs, Champ. I love you."

"Love Mama!" he says, giving her another kiss.

"Is Mommy putting Rocky to bed?"

"Si, Mama."

"Okay. How about you hop back into bed and read to me. I could use a good story."

"Kay, Mama."

He gets back into his bed. Emily sits on the floor beside him as he continues to read the story he had picked out. She watches him read, smiling as he shows the pictures to her, Ska and Bear-Bear, just like Jen does when she reads. Emily doesn't even realize she's dozing off until she hears Henry "whisper" to JJ.

"Shhh! Mama s'eeping, Mommy."

"I see that," JJ whispers back.

Emily forces her eyes open. "Not sleeping. Enjoying your reading, Henry."

Henry looks at JJ with a face only a child can pull off. "She was s'eeping, Mommy. Weally."

Emily and JJ both laugh. Emily pulls him off the bed and starts to tickle him. "Oh, you think you know me so well, do you?" After a couple minutes she stops and just hugs him close. She kisses his cheek. "Okay, so maybe I was sleeping just a little."

Henry gives her a hug. "Bed, Mama. Bed."

"You don't want a lullaby first?"

Henry quickly scrambles back into his bed. JJ comes over and gets him all tucked in. Emily gives him a kiss.

"I love you, Henry."

"Henry love Mama."

Emily sings him the lullaby, her hand stroking through his hair. As she finishes, she kisses him once more and stands. JJ kneels down beside the bed.

"Too tired for a story?"

Though his eyes are heavy, he shakes his head. He wants time with his Mommy, too. Emily runs a hand over JJ's head and goes down to Rocky's room. She smiles down at the sleeping girl.

"Sorry I wasn't here to sing to you, Rocky," she whispers. "I love you, sweet girl."

She goes ahead and sings the lullaby, warming inside as she sees the little girl smile in her sleep. With one last stroke through the dark, curly locks, she goes to her bedroom. She quickly strips off her work clothes and puts on some sweats and a t-shirt. She had planned to go to the basement for a work out.

But when JJ enters the room five minutes later she finds Emily sprawled out facedown on the bed. She sits down beside her and runs her fingers through raven locks.

"Long day?"

Emily grunts. "I spent it with lawyers. Hell yeah it was a long day. Even Hotch got all…all…lawyery. It really sucked."

"It must have if you're resorting to making up words to describe it," JJ says with a grin.

Emily rolls onto her back. "I'm pretty sure it's a word."

"Want to bet on it?" JJ challenges.

Emily chuckles. "No." She pulls JJ down beside her. "What did you have for dinner?"

"Spaghetti. There's a plate for you in the oven." She cuddles close so she can give her wife a kiss. "Want to talk about it?"

Emily sighs. "Not tonight. I need to forget for a while. Think I'll eat in the living room and watch some mindless TV."

"Good plan. I need to go switch out some laundry and then I'll join you."

They share one more kiss. "Sounds perfect, baby."

As they finally get ready for bed later that night, JJ looks at Emily. "Can I just ask one question?"

Emily nods. "Sure."

"Are they going to…to try to hold you accountable for anything?"

"You mean the British government?" JJ nods. Emily shrugs. "I don't know. The Bureau still has people trying to get an idea of what will be asked of me and Hotch. Mother is surely working on that, too. I just don't know, Jen. I do know most things will now be Clyde's word against mine."

"Surely there's documentation of everything somewhere, right?"

Emily shrugs. "Most things, yes. But I kept no records. I couldn't considering what and where I was. I had to rely on Clyde and the team to document it all. And there are some things I'm pretty sure Clyde never put on paper."

"Shit. He could claim you went rogue and he had to stop you!"

Emily nods. "Yeah, he could. Truth is, the lawyers can prep me all they want. There's shit they just don't know."

"I don't know, Em, Garcia found a lot when she was trying to find information on Doyle and Reynolds. If Easter documented it, she found it."

Emily smiles. "Good. I never saw his files. I was busy…busy hiding Declan. Shit, Jen, we need to warn Tom."

JJ nods. "I'll take care of that. You just worry about protecting yourself, okay?"

Emily nods. "I will. I followed orders, Jen. Even when I did things…that weren't legal, it was under orders."

"I know, sweetheart. I know."

"Tomorrow I have to go to the French Embassy to meet with representatives from Interpol."

"Shit, I guess they need to cover their asses, too."

Emily nods. "There is a lot that can't be talked about. Even now there are agents and operations that could be compromised if too much is put into public record. I'll be damned if I hurt another agent because some pencil-pushing bureaucrat wants information from the Valhalla files."

JJ smiles. "You make me so proud, Emily. Those pencil-pushers won't know what hit them by the time you're done with them."

Emily chuckles. "You're biased."

"Nope, not biased. Just madly in love with you which clouds my judgment."

Emily bursts out laughing and pulls her wife into a hug. "Right. What was I thinking calling you biased?" She gives JJ a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

It is nearly 9 p.m. before Emily gets home the next night. JJ shakes her head as she sees the dark circles under her wife's eyes.

"I take it things were bad?"

"Easter fucking trashed a bunch of files after he ordered the arrest of Doyle and Reynolds. He knew they made him culpable in actions he shouldn't have sanctioned."

JJ thinks for a second. "Electronic files?"

Emily nods. "Yep. And he burned his computer with acid. It's gone, Jen. Not even Garcia could get it back."

"Oh." JJ thinks a second more. "But if he originally saved it on a server somewhere, maybe there's still a trace of it there?"

Emily straightens up. "Is…is that possible?"

JJ shrugs. "I know a hacker that could find out."

"Not yet! Let's get with Hotch on this tomorrow. We'll need him to protect Garcia."

JJ reluctantly nods. "Okay. I hate waiting but I guess we need to do this as by the book as possible to maintain the chain of evidence."

"Definitely. The last thing we need is for some asshole to claim anything was manufactured to protect me or frame Clyde."

JJ studies her wife. "You're worried. You weren't yesterday but you are today."

Emily nods. "The British government wants someone to pay for Doyle not standing for his crimes in England and Northern Ireland. Who do you think is the better target: a decorated British military officer turned Interpol agent or an American woman who has pictures documenting her love affair with Doyle?"

"Oh, hell, Em."

"Add in a few people still alive that can link me to Doyle intimately and things could get ugly for me."

"Jail?"

"Maybe. At the very least the loss of my credentials. But they may push for prison just to show that someone is being held accountable for all of Doyle's crimes. They'll let me stew in there a few months, maybe a couple years, then quietly release me."

"HOLY SHIT! How can you say that so…so…so fucking nonchalant? Crap, Em, it's your damn life they're fucking with!"

"I know, Jen. But the truth is…there's nothing I can do if that endgame is already in play. But maybe if Garcia can dig up something for me to use, some sort of bargaining chip to threaten them with, maybe I can avoid all that."

JJ stares at her wife a few minutes, her eyes icy with anger. She grabs her phone and hits Garcia's speed dial. "Fuck waiting. Hotch will back her. You know he will."

Emily starts to argue but Garcia answers. JJ turns her back on her wife and tells the analyst what is going on. Before she is even done, Garcia is mapping out her plan of attack. She had found the ghost files twice. She would go back and find the other files Clyde had hoped were gone forever. When JJ hangs up she slowly nods.

"It makes sense now."

"What does?" Emily asks.

"Easter was terrified when he found out Garcia had found the ghost files. He must have been worried there were other files for her to find."

Emily raises an eyebrow. "Really? He was?"

JJ nods. "Yeah, he was. At the time I just thought it was because your team was slowly being eliminated. But the thing is he was cocky and arrogant until Garcia mentioned the ghost files. Then his eyes flickered until he knew those were all she had found. Truth is, we knew the answer was buried in them somewhere so she never had to look deeper. But considering the Lauren Reynolds cover was being established over a year before you even took the assignment it wasn't enough. There should have been even more files. We just didn't look deeper because we had what we needed to find you."

Emily smiles and pulls her wife into a hug. "And you did. Thanks to Reid's…what did Morgan call it? His hieroglyphs?"

JJ chuckles. "What the hell else could they be called, my favorite nerdling." JJ sobers a bit and frames her wife's face with her hands. "I love you, Em. If…if they do…put you in jail…I'll be moving to England. You won't be there alone."

Emily shakes her head. "No, Jen, you can't- -"

"I can and I will."

"You can't, Jen. That would take Henry too far from Will."

JJ shrugs. "We'll work it out. You won't be there alone, Emily. Case closed."

Emily doesn't agree or disagree. She just says what's in her heart. "Te amo, Jen. Te amo."