That night, Henry had awakened at midnight with a dirty diaper. JJ is not surprised as the boy's nap and sleep patterns had been a bit off. When she gets back to the bedroom, she hears Emily let out a familiar moan. JJ raises an eyebrow and walks to her wife's side of the bed. From the light filtering in from the window JJ sees the flush of Emily's cheeks as the woman moans again.

"An erotic dream, Em? What might your horny body be fantasizing about?" she wonders to herself.

As she is about to walk back to her side of the bed, she hears Emily mumble a name. JJ stops, shocked.

"She didn't," she whispers, amused.

She steps to the bed and leans in close. A moment later she is rewarded as Emily says the same name again. JJ's jaw hits the ground as she fights the urge to laugh out loud.

"Oh, God, Em…was that Aaron or Erin?"she tries to determine.

The first JJ could understand and even accept. The second option was just too damn twisted for words.

"Oh, yes…there…right there…" Emily murmurs.

JJ has tears in her eyes again…this time of laughter. Finally she has to know. She shakes her wife's shoulder.

"Em? Baby, wake up, honey. You're having a, um, strange dream, sweetheart."

Emily's eyes flutter open. She has a serene smile on her face…then suddenly she realizes where she is and sits up.

"Oh my God!"

JJ grins. "Was that what you were screaming during your dream sex?"

Emily blushes and runs a hand through her hair. "Jennifer…I just had a dream that…oh, hell…"

JJ sits on the side of the bed, amused. "You were talking in your sleep, Em. So tell me, was it Hotch or Straus?"

Emily covers her face with both hands, though it doesn't hide the embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God."

JJ pokes her arm. "Well?"

Emily drops her hands and glares at her amused wife. "I dreamt I was so horny you arranged for, uh, a special night with you and, uh, Hotch."

JJ bursts out laughing. "Really? Tell me more!"

Emily slowly shakes her head. "Swear this is just between us?" JJ nods. Emily sighs. "You were both, uh, doing things to me. You were behind me, kissing my neck and playing with my breasts. Hotch was in front and he was…well…you know…"

JJ nods. "Oh, yeah, I can imagine. I'm just glad it was Hotch and not Straus."

Emily blanches. "Oh, ugh! That is just too damn twisted for words."

JJ laughs again. "My exact thoughts, baby. So tell me…how was Hotch?"

Emily chuckles. "He was…very impressive."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. But you know that already, right? I mean that committee chairman said you had an affair with him," Emily teases.

JJ nods, grinning. "Oh, right, I forgot." She runs her hand over Emily's stomach. "So tell me…think you can get back to sleep or are you a bit worked up?"

Emily takes JJ's hand and slides it up under her shirt. She places it on her hard nipple, her eyes getting smoky. "You tell me."

JJ starts to knead the breast. "Definitely worked up," she says huskily.

"Think you can help put me back to sleep?"

JJ leans in and gives her a deep kiss. When it ends she stands and takes off her pajamas. Emily takes off her own as quickly as she can. JJ climbs into the bed.

"I can help you get to sleep…eventually," JJ promises as she kisses her wife again.

And about an hour later…Emily is once again asleep. JJ holds her, their hands locked together over Rocky.

"I love you so much, Emily Prentiss. Thank you for walking through life with me."

She kisses her wife's cheek, content to just watch her sleep until she follows her into slumber.

"Mark, you are so full of crap!" JJ states.

He laughs. "Am not, Stinkerbell," he says.

JJ turns to Alan. "Dad?"

Alan grins. "He's right, Jenny."

JJ stares at the both. "You're serious? They want to recognize me at halftime tonight? What on Earth for?"

"You were inducted into the school sports hall of fame last year, Jenny. Of course, it was done in absentia because you were chasing down Charles Manson or someone," he explains.

JJ rolls her eyes. "Manson was already caught, Mark."

"I think it's great, Jen. You should go," Emily encourages.

"And what about you?"

"Uh, this pregnant lady is not going to be able to sit in bleaches all night, honey. I wish I could because I would love to see them honour you."

Sandy pats her leg. "We can watch it on the local cable channel. They always televise the game and the halftime show."

Alan nods. "Great! Make sure to tape it so we can show it to the rest of the family."

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Who said I was actually going?" JJ interjects.

The whole family looks at her. She studies each face and then flops back on the couch. "I'm not getting out of this am I?"

Mark grins. "Nope. You're going to be honored tonight, Stinkerbell."

JJ sits forward. "I swear, Mark, if that nickname is used I will have Garcia do a 'thing' and erase your credit history."

He starts to laugh, Emily reaches over and pats his arm. "She's serious."

He stops laughing. "Really?"

Emily nods. "Oh, yeah."

He sobers a bit. "Ah. So, uh, see you all at the game." He leans over and gives Emily a kiss on the cheek. "And I will see you tomorrow."

"See you later, Mark."

After Mark leaves, Alan and Sandy go check on dinner. Emily sees it for what it is…a chance to see what's got JJ so tied up about the halftime ceremony.

"Jen?"

JJ sighs. "Why, Emily? Why me?"

"Well, you were a 4 year varsity starter, captain, 2-time All Pennsylvania selection, have the record for assists in a season at your high school and are top 5 for all time goals scored. In college you were a 4 year starter, captain, 2nd team and then 1st team All American. You're an FBI agent credited with stopping a terrorist attack on American soil, you-"

JJ had been staring at her wife in astonishment. "How the hell did you know all that about high school and college?"

Emily grins. "Surprised?"

"Shocked as shit, actually."

"SHIT!" Henry echoes.

JJ closes her eyes, blushing as Emily tries to muffle a giggle.

"JENNIFER ANDREA JAREAU PRENTISS! DID I JUST HEAR WHAT I THINK I HEARD?" Sandy yells from the kitchen.

"Jenny's in trouble, Jenny's in trouble," Emily teases.

JJ glares at her wife. "Cut. Off. For. Life. Prentiss." she threatens. She looks at her son who is smiling proudly. "Henry, bad word. Time out."

Henry looks from JJ to Emily. "Mama?" he asks.

JJ's jaw drops. "Hey! I'm the Mommy and I say time out!"

Emily clamps her lips closed, knowing she needs to let JJ handle this. Henry looks back at his Mommy. He lets out a heartfelt sigh and drops to his knees.

"Bad," he says sadly.

JJ rolls her eyes. He had such a way of making them feel bad when he's the one in the wrong. She looks over at her wife. Emily gives her an encouraging wink. JJ just sits back on the couch.

"Mind if I take Little Man with me tonight?"

Emily smiles. "I think he'll have a great time. He can play with Abby while you and Alan watch the game."

"True. And you'll get to spoil AJ here. Will give you a bit of a refresher course in newborns."

Emily chuckles. "True." She rubs her stomach. "Two and a half weeks, Jen."

JJ nods, pride in her eyes. "I know. I can't wait to meet her." She looks down at their son. "Okay, Henry, time out is over."

He leaps up, a smile on his face. "Love Mommy."

She opens her arms and he crawls up on her lap. "Love you, too, Henry."

She kisses his head, just enjoying reconnecting with her little boy.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are proud tonight to welcome one of our athletic superstars back to East Alleghany High School. A 1995 graduate, Jennifer Jareau Prentiss was a standout on our women's soccer team, twice leading them to the state championships, which they won her senior year off of one of her record setting assists. She then went on to star at the University of Pittsburgh, being named conference freshman striker of the year and was twice named to the NCAA All American team.

"After leaving Pitt, she earned her masters in Criminal Justice at Georgetown University and then entered the FBI Academy. Since becoming an FBI agent, JJ, as she is affectionately known, has been on the front lines of the war on terrorism as well as working with a unit tracking serial killers across the United States. Recently back from a tour in Afghanistan, we are happy tonight to honor her induction into the East Alleghany High School Sports Hall of Fame.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a rousing cheer for Agent Jennifer Jareau Prentiss."

The stands erupt in cheers as JJ self-consciously waves from the track just in front of the bleachers. She accepts a plaque from the current principle and poses for a couple of photos. She then makes her way back to her father, son and niece. She gets a few handshakes as she goes. She is nearly to the steps when a figure she hadn't expected steps in front of her.

"Mr. Wellers," she says, shock on her face.

He stares at her. "Hi, Jenny." He looks away a moment then back to her. "Sorry isn't enough but it's all I have."

JJ slowly nods. "I…I understand."

"I swear, I never knew what he did to Amy. I hope you can believe that. If I had known I'd have marched him down to the police station myself. And when I heard what he tried to do to you I…" he just shakes his head, unable to finish the thought.

It doesn't take a profiler to see the man truly is devastated by the actions of his oldest child. JJ reaches out and lays a hand on his arm.

"One thing my job with the FBI's BAU has taught me is we can't hold the sins of the father against the child. It goes both ways. His sins are his and his alone. Your apology, though not necessary, is accepted, Mr. Wellers."

He looks up at JJ, choked up. "Thank you," he whispers. He turns and hurries away. JJ watches him go. When she turns back to the bleachers she sees her father staring at her.

"Dad?"

"How could you forgive him, Jenny?" he asks in astonishment.

"He didn't hurt Amy, Dad. Jacob did. He didn't attack me. Jacob did."

"Yes, but-"

"Dad…think of Declan. Can you blame a son for the father or vice versa?"

Alan stares at his daughter. Slowly he shakes his head. "You're a better person that me, Jenny. Yes…yes I can blame Sebastian Wellers for what Jacob Wellers did. He raised a boy who didn't give a damn about women. His son cost me one daughter and nearly cost me a second." He shakes his head. "I'll never forgive him. Never."

JJ pulls her father into a hug, letting him hide his face so no one sees the tears. She knows everyone around them knows about Amy and Jacob. It's a small town and, in some ways, always would be. Finally she eases back.

"Come on, Dad, let's go watch the second half."

Alan nods. JJ picks up Henry as Alan takes Abby's hand so they can go back up to their seats to watch the rest of the game.

Emily looks at her wife with concern. "So is Alan okay?"

JJ shrugs. "We…didn't talk after that. I mean, not about that. I told him to think about Declan and why we can only hold people accountable for their own actions. I really don't think Mr. Wellers knew what Jacob had done. All his physical markers showed honesty and shame, no deception."

Emily stares at her wife a moment then smiles. "Spoken like a profiler, Agent Jareau."

JJ looks up from digging in her toiletries kit. She stares at Emily in the mirror. Finally she smiles. "Yeah…I guess it was." She slowly turns and smiles at her wife. "Thank you for pointing that out."

"Does it scare you or worry you? That the profiler just…happened when you talked to him?"

JJ leans against the sink. "No, it doesn't. It just feels…right."

Emily walks closer and places her hands on JJ's hips. "Because you are who you are, Jennifer. And you are a profiler."

JJ nods. "Yeah, I am. For the first time in I don't know how long that thought doesn't make me feel sick to the stomach."

Emily kisses her forehead. "I'm glad, baby. You know I would have supported you no matter what you decided to do but I think it would have hurt you more to walk away from the job than you realize."

JJ nods. "I know that. Now, at least. Had you said that this morning I would have told you that you are full of crap."

Emily grins. "Always a charmer, Agent Jareau."

JJ grins back. "Always, Agent Prentiss." JJ thinks a moment. "What would you say if I told you I wanted to go in for half a day on Monday? Just to…test the waters; to see where I am mentally."

"I already told you, Jen: I support you no matter what. I love you and all I want is for you to be happy."

"And if I'm not at the house to make sure you don't work?"

Emily rubs her stomach. "She'll be there to remind me not to work."

JJ smiles and kisses her wife. "Good. I love you, Emily."

"I love you, too, Jen."

The two share another kiss. Just as it nearly leads to other things they hear a throat clear. They break away, both bright red as Alan smiles at them.

"Heard you two talking and wanted to say goodnight. So, uh, goodnight."

JJ steps to her father and gives him a hug. "Night, Dad. I love you."

"I love you, too, Sports Star. Sleep well…eventually," he adds with a wink to Emily.

The brunette bursts out laughing as JJ turns BRIGHT red.

"I can't believe my father intimated that…you know…" JJ mutters.

Emily clucks. "Hey, now, you act like you were the one that wanted to stay chaste in your bedroom. I believe that was me, Jen."

JJ grins. "It's one thing to get away with sex at my parents house. It's another thing for them to know."

Emily steps closer. "So does that mean I'm not getting lucky tonight?"

JJ nods. "That's exactly what it means."

Emily grins mischievously. "Good…I love a challenge."

She licks her way up JJ's neck to her ear before nipping the lobe gently. JJ moans her knees getting weak. As she brings her hands up to Emily's chest, the brunette steps away.

"See you in the bedroom."

JJ groans. "Evil, Emily. Totally freakin' evil."

Emily winks and continues on. As JJ walks out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, Emily's sleep shirt hits her in the face. JJ smirks at the invitation.

"Ready or not, baby, here I come."

Emily whispers from the bedroom. "Hopefully I'll be coming, too."

And yes she does. Several times. As does JJ. Another wonderful night in Jareauville.