Songs that reminded me of this chapter . . . if you wanted to be really depressing, Waiting for Yesterday by 12 Stones, Redemption Day by Johnny Cash or This Dark Day by 12 Stones. Happy songs that will make you feel better for the future, Drops of Jupiter by Train. If you guys have a song that would fit this chapter, please, feel free to post it in the reviews section! I'd love to hear your musical input! (I'm personally listening to Drops of Jupiter as my inspiration for this chapter, so I'll be listening to it).

It was over.

The whole fiasco over the past two days was finished, done, gone. The case was solved, one of the UnSubs was in the morgue while the other was going to the hospital, and it was unknown whether his hand could be saved or not. Sam scoffed, he didn't care. He hoped the guy would spend a nice long time in jail.

As Sam packed up his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, he saw Emily approach him, "Nice shot," she said.

"Thanks," Sam said as he took a last glance around the roof top before heading down the stairs.

"I know this isn't my place," Emily started, Sam looked at her questioningly, "But I was wondering why you quit your military career to go into police work."

Sam gave her a long, hard look before he said, "You're right, it isn't your place," Sam said a little bitterly as he stalked down the steps of the building, leaving a bewildered agent behind.

Emily looked over the rooftop and at the scene below, Jules was leading Anna out of the building while paramedics were working on stabilizing George for transport. One of the paramedics smiled and nodded at Jules as she went by with Anna.

"Steve," Jules smiled, the paramedic nodded back.

"Jules," he answered, returning the smile.

Jules lead Anna to a stretcher, "You're going to be okay," Jules said, placing a hand on Anna's shoulder, "We'll get you fixed up."

Anna smiled for the first time in days it seemed, "I know," she said softly.

Morgan and Wordy passed by the two talking, "Hey, Constable Wordsworth," Morgan said as he caught up to the father.

"Please, call me Wordy," was the response, "What do you want?"

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for my outburst, it was uncalled for," Morgan admitted.

Wordy turned to the agent, "Its okay, SWAT gets a lot of flack for being trigger happy paramilitary groups, truth is, and most of them are like that. Not us though."

"I know, man," Morgan patted Wordy on the back, the constable grinned.

"You free tonight? I could buy you a drink," Wordy offered as they walked off by Ed and Hotchner.

"Agent Hotchner," Ed greeted as he was packing up his bags and getting ready to drive back to headquarters.

"Your family is important Constable Lane," Hotch said solemnly, "I hope you remember that."

"Why wouldn't I?" Ed asked as he slammed the trunk shut.

"You're neglecting your family for your job. And trust me, I know how that feels, it's addicting, the rush you get when you take down an UnSub. But for the sake of your family, remember they're important," Hotch said looking at him, his dark eyes boring into Ed's blue ones, "If you forget, they'll leave you."

"How do you know how I act around my family?" Ed's voice dropped dangerously, "I care for Soph and Clark."

"I'm sure you do, but you don't act it. Most dads would stay with their family instead of going on this call," Hotch answered, "You went with your team instead of with your wife and kid."

"I don't know what makes you think that you can tell me how to take care of my own family but I will be there for my family," Ed growled.

"My wife was murdered by a serial killer, she and I were divorced because I was married to the job, I can't help but think that if I were there for her, she would still be alive," the agent said, "Don't make my mistake and lose your family too."

"I won't," Ed replied as he got into his SUV with Greg.

They drove off, Hotch standing in the middle of the parking lot and watching as they left. JJ walked up to him, "Inspectors Stainton and Donovan want us to debrief with them in 20."

"Yeah," Hotch nodded, "Okay."

Debrief was quick and painless, just a reassertion of facts already known, the results of the initial investigation of Richard's death cleared Ed of any wrong doing. Richard really had committed suicide. Ed rolled his eyes at the statement and it was something everyone already knew.

Sam was cleared on his less lethal shot. He walked out of the SIU, breathing a sigh of relief, and then he caught sight of a familiar face.

"Hey Jenn," he said giving her a crooked grin, "You up for the coffee shop?"

"Maybe something a bit stronger after today," JJ replied as they walked out of the building.

Sam laughed, "Then we're on the same wavelength," he said as he hailed a cab. The driver was very familiar with the favorite police hangouts of Toronto, and he took them to the preferred bar of the SRU, The Brass.

Sam ordered a few drinks in the hazy and dim atmosphere of the establishment, after a few drinks JJ finally asked, "Why this?"

"Why what?" Sam asked as he took a swig out of his bottle.

"Why SWAT? Why police? Why did you quit the army?" JJ wondered as she watched his reaction.

Sam looked down, defeated, "Y'know, one of your coworkers asked me that same question," he said, "It was my buddy, Matt. A friend and I were taking out targets in Kandahar, I was sniping with a 50 cal, Matt must've walked into my line of fire. He didn't stand a chance . . . I remember having to face his parents at the funeral. Dad told me not to say a word, so I just told them I was sorry for their loss. I felt like a jerk, a liar and a jerk. I couldn't stand military life anymore so I joined up with the Strategic Response Unit."

JJ was silent for a long time after that, she looked over and saw Morgan and Wordy sitting in a booth.

"It's a tough job," Wordy was saying, "Long hours, hectic schedule and you never know if you're going to come home alive."

"I hear you," Morgan said as he sipped his beer. They spent the rest of the night swapping stories and phone numbers. They'd have each other's backs in this job world that is so hostile to them.

Spike was probably the only one at home and on his laptop, save for Ed, who went to be with his family. Spike was working on a program when a window suddenly popped up and his webcam turned on. He found himself staring at a woman with blonde hair with streaks of pink going down it.

"Hello?" Spike asked a little wary of this stranger, "How did you?"

"In time gorgeous," the person answered, "So this is your sacred Babycakes 2.0?"

"I remember that voice, it sounds familiar. You're that technical analyst, Garcia, right?" Spike asked.

"And you're Michelangelo 'Spike' Scarlatti, explosives and demolition expert and technical analyst for Team One of the Strategic Response Unit," was her quick reply that brought a look of surprise on Spike's face.

"Two can play at that game," Spike growled as he tried to access Garcia's information, he kept getting blocked.

"Gonna have to try harder than that Spikey-muffins," Garcia grinned as she worked to keep him from hacking the system.

Jules sat in the hospital again, tired beyond belief, Anna had been sent to the psychiatric ward. She sighed as she waited in the waiting room, suddenly a cup of coffee was held out to her. She looked up and saw Greg standing there, "Tough day?"

"Yeah," Jules said sipping the coffee, "Good day though."

"You did a good job," Greg smiled and patted her on the back and smiled, "I taught you well."

Jules laughed in spite of herself, "Yeah, wish it could have ended better though."

"We do the best we can Jules," Greg pulled her into a half hug, "We always do."

"I know," Jules said as she leaned into Greg's hug, "I know."

"Anna's going to need you, you're going to have to support her," Greg said looking down at Jules's face, "Even I know that much."

A doctor walked into the waiting room, "Miss Callaghan?"

Jules stood up and walked out of the room with the doctor, ready to listen to what ever he told her.

Toronto Pearson International Airport, Toronto, Canada – 9:00 am

"So I guess we'll meet again?" JJ said hugging Sam tightly as her team prepared to leave, "And this time it will be sooner rather than later."

"Hopefully not under the same premise as this was," Sam chuckled as he shook hands with Hotchner, "I'm glad you could help us out sir."

Hotchner nodded, "I'm glad we could help."

Sam saw Emily about to leave, "Wait," he called to her and as she turned around Sam quickly said, "I'm sorry . . . you know, about yesterday. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's okay," Emily said, "I shouldn't have dug in the first place."

"I guess we're good on the awkward moments then," Sam said, laughing nervously, "It's just that the whole thing between me and my military life has been rough, being the son of a high profile General and-,"

"Wait, your father's the General Braddock? The one who cussed out Ambassador Prentiss in a Middle East conference," Emily asked, surprised.

"That would be my dad, yes," Sam nodded uncomfortably, "Don't tell me you're Ambassador Prentiss's daughter . . ."

Emily nodded, Sam groaned, "Sorry about that, my dad's very blunt sometimes," he shook his head, "Let's keep this at a truce?"

"Truce," Emily said.

The team boarded the plane and Sam watched as it took off, "Ambassador Prentiss's daughter . . ." Sam chuckled to himself, "Small world."

On the plane, Emily was thinking the same thing as it ascended into the skies, going back home.

In the end, revenge is as pointless as spitting into the wind. People get hurt, lives get ruined and all because of your spite and hatred for the world. Once forgiveness is chosen, the healing can finally begin . . . – Emily (aka, SAR132-4)

Just had to add that bit about Emily and Sam, two kids of high profile figures . . . how could they NOT have something potentially embarrassing and awkward happen? :D One more chapter after this!