A/N – Ciao everyone! This is my first fanfiction in English and since I'm not an English native speaker,
I hope you have mercy and let me know if there are some big mistakes I can correct!
I must tell you that this is a Jemily endgame story and that the story assumes Will's death in the bank robbery episode (7x23/24);
therefore, JJ and Will's second child, Michael, is not in the picture but everything else that happened from season 8 to 15 is implied.
I'd like so much having some feedback about the story, hoping you enjoy it!

"L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle."
"Love that moves the sun and other stars."
[Dante Alighieri]

"Hey, mom… how does it feel?"
"What honey?"
"Being shot by a gun."
"It depends, it's different for each person. For me at first, it was very painful and hot, like when you burn yourself. After a few moments, it was the opposite, I felt all numb and cold."
"Did dad feel that when he died? Did he suffer?"
JJ looked right into her son's eyes with a little smile on her face "No, I don't think so baby. He was already unconscious, remember?"
"Yes. That's good. That he didn't suffer back then." Henry stated while giving another bite to his sandwich.
"Yeah, it is."
"Is Emily going to be okay?"
"I don't know, I hope so. She was hurt really bad", she replied, staring at the untouched sandwich in front of her.

"Hey, Simon, look at me, look at me. My name is Emily. It's over, okay? It's over. This building is surrounded by cops, it's over. Put the gun down."
"No, he has to pay. He has to pay for what he did."
"I know what he did, everyone knows okay? He's not going to get away with what he did to your little sister."
"LIAR! You are all liars. Police already knew what he and his friends did to Sarah, and they did nothing! He is a rich man and he paid for his liberty. They always do!" the unsub spat those words yelling towards Emily.
"It's different now Simon, I promise you. We have proofs, now."
"IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE."
Emily tried to get close, keeping eye contact with Simon and putting her gun back in the holster "It does matter, Simon. It does. He's going to go to jail and he's going to stay there for a very long time, I promise. I know Sarah is gone forever, and nothing will change that or the pain you're feeling. But justice will be served and that is all you really wanted, isn't it? You killed those men because you wanted justice, you're not a bad guy. But now it's over, Simon. You don't have to kill another man."
"STOP, DO NOT COME ANY CLOSER."
It all happened so fast that JJ couldn't even figure out what really happened; she shot in Simon's direction, but her gun wasn't the only one to shoot. Somehow, and for no reason whatsoever, Simon had managed to shoot Emily on her thigh and now she was laying on the concrete floor of that old factory.
"Crap! Emily!" JJ rushed by her side and put pressure on the wound, while shouting in the mic for the paramedics to come in "Hold on, Emily. The EMTs are right outside."
"I can't feel my leg, JJ. And I'm very sleepy", Emily said, slurring her words and closing her eyes.
"No, no, Em, stay with me, please. Emily! Emily, c'mon!"

"Mom? Mom? Mommy, are you okay?" Henry said, getting JJ out of her thoughts by touching her arm.
"What? Yes, Henry, I'm sorry, I got distracted. What did you say, honey?"
"I said you can go to the hospital and stay with her if you want. I'm going to be fine; I promise."
"Oh, no, there's not much I can do right now for her. Auntie Pen is staying the night with her, I will go tomorrow in the morning."
"Okay…" Henry whispered, "I'm sorry you're sad, I wish I could make you feel better."
As always, JJ looked at her 11 years old son thinking that he was way too mature for his age; she cracked a smile and took Henry's hand into her own "You know what would make me feel better? A big giant fat hug from my favorite son!"
"But I'm your only son!"
"Ops! Come here!" she said before engulfing him in a huge hug.
"Mom, I can't breathe like this!" Henry protested, but still hugged his mom.
They stood in that position for a while before JJ planted a kiss on his forehead and suggested "C'mon, let's go watch some TV on the couch."
"Can we watch The Flash, mommy, please?"
"One episode, and then straight to bed!"
"Fine."