Hotch stormed out of the conference room searching for Derek. When he found him, his temper exploded. "What the hell were you thinking? You just gave him the emotional reaction he was looking for! You are not the only person with a loved one in danger. Get your act together or I will have you escorted from the building and place you on house arrest, with guards, until this is over."

Derek took a step back and rubbed his hand over his head. "Hotch, man, I am so sorry. She was just lying there, so still and silent. And then after what Will said, when Bob said it was pretty much her fault, I lost it. I can keep my head in this. Please, don't make me walk away. I need to be there for her."

Hotch placed his hand on Derek's shoulder and said in a softer voice, "I know this is hard. I am terrified for my son. I understand your rage and frustration, but one more outburst like that, I will pull you. We will get them back."

Emily and Rossi, who had been standing by silently, both agreed with Hotch.

"We might even arrange for you to have a minute alone with Bob to explain your feelings." Rossi said with a smirk.

"You will do no such thing!" They all turned to see Strauss standing there. "We do not allow vigilantism and once this man is in custody, you will have no access to him. I also understand your feelings. Hell, I would like to knock the guy around too. But if we want him to be convicted, there can be no hint of impropriety. We have to do this by the book. There will be no accidental falls down stairs or running into doors. If you can't abide by that, let me know so I can get other agents on this."

"My team knows how to abide by the rules, Chief Strauss. I can assure you our fantasies will remain just that…fantasies. They merely serve the purpose of relieving stress. There will be no need to replace us." Hotch told her in a frosty tone, angry again.

"Good to know," was Strauss' haughty reply. "Now let's return to the conference room and figure out how to bring our people home."

Emily caught Hotch's eye and motioned for him to stay. After Strauss, Derek and Rossi had returned to the conference room she stepped over to him. She touched a hand to his cheek for a moment and then said, "Jack will come home. So will the others, don't doubt that for a minute."

Hotch nodded and said, "I can't lose him, I don't think I would ever recover from it. I can't even keep my family safe. This is why we can't be together, Em. As much as I love you, I can't risk putting you in danger, just to be happy. "

Emily stepped back, the hurt clear in her eyes. "Don't think we aren't going to talk about this later, but now is not the time to tell you all the ways you are wrong. There is something more important right now. I'm worried about J.J. Hotch, she's pregnant."

Hotch hung his head and his hands fisted.

Emily continued, "I don't think she can handle much more, but she won't walk away. If Will is the one to take the bullet, and I'm pretty sure he will be, and she sees it… It will probably put her in the hospital. "

"Dammit, this nightmare just keeps getting worse. I don't think there is any way I can get her to leave the room when our hour is up. At least not without force and that isn't an option. Ok, I want you to arrange for there to be a medic here if we need them, but out of sight. We aren't going to get to them in time, and I agree, Will probably is going to be the one. I don't care what Strauss says, this guy isn't surviving to go to trial."

He turned and went back to the conference room leaving Emily to make calls.

Back in the Basement…

"It's going to be me," Penelope said in a muted voice.

When Will started to protest, Pen stopped him. "That is the right choice Will. You have a ton of family. Mother, father, sister, aunts, uncles, cousins and you also have a wife, son and baby on the way. There is no way I will let it be you. I know what it feels like to lose family because I lost mine. With the exception of the team, I have no family. I know it will hurt them and they will be really sad, but if we lost you it would break J.J. and would prove to all the others that you can't have love and do our job. They need to have love in their lives to do their job. That's why it has to be me." She was panting by the time she was done due to the exertion on her body.

"You have it all wrong, cher." Will was still stroking her hair. "You are their love, in so many ways. You make them smile when they want to cry, or rage. You remind them every day of why they continue to fight evil. You are the kind of person they strive to save. Then they come home and you are always there to greet them, with a tin of cookies or a cute toy. You erase the images and thoughts that dirty their mind. Now, imagine if they stepped off that elevator and you weren't there to greet them…ever again. That would break them, all of them."

Pen interrupted, "Derek maybe, and I doubt that, but I can't see any of them walking away from it; that would dishonor me. Hotch and Emily know how to deal with their emotions and would be able to focus on work and move on. And if Hotch ever pulls his head out, he and Emily can lean on each other. Rossi has seen too much for this to faze him much. Reid would be upset because another person left him, but he got over Gideon; he can get over me. J.J. I could see walking away, but more to protect her children than because of my death. They all have each other to turn to."

Will moved his hand from her head, down to where her hand was laying. He hovered over it and waited for her to reach her hand up so he could clasp it. He needed her to calm down and arguing about who was going to die was not going to accomplish that. He had already made his decision and nothing was going to change his mind. He was going to make sure that Jack, Henry and his son's fairy godmother survived, even if that meant sacrificing his own life.

Will started telling Penelope about his favorite memories of J.J. and with the team. He wanted his wife to know how grateful he was for her and knew Pen would eventually tell her what he had said.