"And so Hotch ordered us here to rest the rest of the day. We can't really sign off on everything until the two injured so-called priests are stable enough to talk and, well, last I knew the cops were still waiting for the snake to be caught so the coroner can take Stewart's body. Best guess is we'll be back at the station tomorrow morning about 8 or so," Emily finishes.

"Damn, Em. An asp? Really?" JJ confirms.

"Yeah," Emily says around a yawn.

"Damn," JJ repeats once more. "Well, I'm glad Spence and all of you are okay. But you sound exhausted."

Emily wipes a hand down her face. "Yeah, I am. But I like talking to you so it's okay."

JJ grins. "Oh it is, is it?"

Emily smiles. "Yep. Always. Just hearing your voice makes this a nice Saturday night. So, enough of case yuckiness, how are you treating all my babies?"

JJ chuckles and rubs a hand over her stomach. "Well, the twins seem to be happy with me, despite the late night wake up to call Aunty Pen. Henry is now in 'baby-mode' double checking that everything is okay for his brother and sister. And Rocky just keeps reiterating that she wants a cat, not a brother or sister."

Emily laughs, her wife's words wiping away the lingering sadness from the case. "She is soooo not going to be happy when we bring home 2 little babies."

JJ shrugs. "Eh, she'll get over it. Maybe."

Emily yawns again. "We hope."

"Honey, you're about to fall asleep on me, so to speak," JJ notes. "How about you get some sleep so you call can get things wrapped up tomorrow and hopefully get home early tomorrow?"

Emily rolls to her back in the hotel bed. "I'd argue but I am not sure I can keep my eyes open much longer. And getting this case wrapped early so I can wrap you in my arms tomorrow night is very, very appealing. I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too. I'll see you Sunday evening, baby."

"Count on it beautiful," Emily agrees.

When they hang up, Emily plugs her phone in and sets her alarm clock for 6:15. She doesn't even remember turning off the bedside light before she falls asleep.

"Are you serious?" Hotch stares at the lawyer in disbelief. "Your client was stretchered out of the basement wearing ceremonial Egyptian robes and you're trying to tell me he was an innocent bystander? And dare I mention he was stretchered out because he raised a firearm at Federal and State officials?"

The lawyer shrugs. "He didn't know who you were. You entered silently. For all he knew you were thugs."

"Thugs wearing Police and FBI logoed gear?" Hotch asks sarcastically.

"Could be. And as to his robes, who are you to judge what he wears in private? My client has nothing to say to you or anyone else. He will plead 'Not Guilty' at his arraignment and unless you find something to prove he in anyway participated in these killings, he will go free."

"So, you're saying if we have video of his participation he may change his tune?" Rossi asks as he walks in the interrogation room, a smug look on his face.

Both lawyer and client pale, and the agents are sure the lack of blood on the killer's face isn't a result of the wound in his arm. The lawyer recovers first.

"Excuse me?"

"Turns out Dr. Stewart filmed all her mummifications, most likely so she could study them against ancient rituals and perfect the process," Rossi explains. "Your client is front and center of the first 4 we've viewed so far."

The lawyer seems to deflate in front of them as he sinks back in his seat. His client looks from the agents to his lawyer.

"What the hell does that mean?" he demands.

The lawyer blows out a breath. "It means you better start talking deal before the other defendants do. You're screwed if it's on film."

"But...but...but Anput will come back and help us! She will!" the man insists.

The lawyer looks over. His client had been told Stewart had committed suicide but he seems to truly believe the woman is a goddess and will return to save him. The lawyer rolls his eyes.

"Or maybe we look at a psychiatric defense," he mumbles as he curses the day he decided to become a public defender.

Rossi and Hotch exchange a look. Sure, a lot of criminals try to claim insanity in hopes of a lighter sentence. But based on what they had just witnessed...this guy might truly have a claim. The agents leave the room to give the lawyer time to discuss the new information with his client and set about trying to figure out a way to save the man's life.

At about 8 p.m. Sunday, Emily puts the last file in a box and closes it. They had hoped to be home by now but a third storage shed was found, this time with men's bodies. She and Morgan had helped with the initial profile of the scene for most of the day while Hotch, Rossi and Reid had concentrated on the men in custody. But finally they are set to leave the rest of the details to the locals and head home. It had been a hell of a week.

"Agent Prentiss?"

She turns and smiles at her visitor. "Snowman! Glad you're okay!"

He smiles and gives her a gentle hug. "Sorry I had you all worried. I needed to get away for a bit."

Emily nods. "Being targeted by a crazy cult can make you want to get out of town. I get that."

He chuckles. "Actually, it was to meet up with an old friend and work up the first draft of your new comic series."

Emily blushes. "Ah. Uh, okay."

"Should be done in a couple weeks. We'll send you a draft. I promise: if you don't like it, we won't pursue publication without changing the lead character a little."

"Don't you dare!" Morgan says as he walks into the room.

Emily blushes more. "Derek..." she says warningly.

He offers his hand to Snowman. "We're all looking forward to seeing our Emily immortalized in print. She's not just my partner she's my best friend. I want to have bragging rights that I know someone who inspired a comic."

Snowman chuckles as the rest of the team walks in. All voice their support for Emily being the latest comic anti-hero. Snowman watches the interaction between these people and pulls out a sketch pad. Emily notices and watches as he quickly sketches out an idea. Reid walks over and peers over his shoulder, smiling at the image. He pulls out his phone.

"You're missing two of us," he states. "Garcia is our technical analyst and JJ is another agent and Emily's wife," he explains showing Snowman a picture.

Snowman grins and adds quick images of the two woman onto the page. He finishes and closes the pad. "Perfect. After all, all heroes have their teams. Seems my adjudicator should, too."

The team smiles as Reid grins proudly. "Cool! I'll have to work on my autograph for Comic Con."

The group laughs as Snowman agrees with the young doctor. The man takes his leave, promising to get Emily a copy of Issue 1 as soon as it is mocked up and ready.

By 9 p.m. the team is at the airport for the 2 hour flight home.

It is just after midnight when Emily finally walks into her home. She sighs in relief as she resets the house alarm and climbs the stairs. She pauses first at Rocky's room and chuckles as she straightens up her daughter who is once again all wonky in the bed. Her next stop is Henry's room, where the youngster wakes up enough to give her a rundown of his day and all she had missed the rest of the week. This means it is nearly 1 before she walks into her bedroom to see her gorgeous wife laid out in the bed, her hand rubbing her stomach as she sleeps.

"So beautiful," Emily breathes out.

She shoves her go bag and briefcase in the office as she secures her firearms in the safe. She quickly gets ready for bed and slides in, snuggling close to her wife, letting the sound of JJ's breathing lull her to sleep.

"Emily? Emily, wake up," JJ insists.

Emily groans as she opens one eye and sees the clock reading 2:23. "Jen, I love you but I am exhausted. I know you are horny but can I please get a couple hours sleep? Please?"

Emily closes her eye, sure her wife will give her this bit of courtesy.

JJ pokes her again. "Emily...my water just broke."

A/N: Yep...I ended it there. I promise 73 is already in the works. Will try to get it posted before months elapse this time. :o)