Emily glanced over her shoulder to ensure that Jayde and Henry were thoroughly distracted by the Saturday morning cartoons playing on the TV. That morning, though she didn't normally allow it, she'd given in and allowed Jayde to have some Lucky Charms for breakfast and, an even rarer occurrence, allowed her to eat them in front of the TV. Mostly because she wanted to have a private discussion with JJ...

When she was certain they weren't about to be interrupted, Emily upended her purse over the kitchen table, allowing the contents to spill out: several dozen crisp green bills falling onto the surface.

"Holy shit!" JJ hissed, incredulous. "Did you rob a fucking bank last night!?"

Emily gave a snort of laughter. "I didn't have to – the guy was practically giving his money away..."

JJ's eyes went comically wide. "This is all from your Champagne Room guy!?"

She nodded.

"Holy shit!" she said again. "I mean, I know some guys like to flash their cash, but this is insane..."

"He also gave me this," Emily added, pulling his business card out of her pocket. On the back, he'd scrawled his cell phone number, just in case she ever wanted to – in his words – get coffee...

JJ wasn't paying attention, though, her eyes still glued to the wads of bills piled on the table. "I can't even imagine having that much money," she lamented.

Emily gave a snort of laughter in agreement. "I could give Jayde everything she ever asks for," she said, allowing herself to get carried away with the fantasy. "I could go out for dinner without worrying about how to make rent when the cheque comes. I could save for the future." She sighed, shook her head. "Too bad the only way that would ever happen is to work the Champagne Room every night until I'm old and grey. Or rob an actual bank..."

"Or maybe this guy," JJ added with a laugh.

Emily's brows leapt up her forehead, surprised JJ had said the thought aloud. It wasn't a terrible idea, though... "Yeah, maybe..." she mused.

It was JJ's turn to look surprised. "Em, you're... You're not actually thinking about it, are you?"

She held up her hands in self-defence. "I didn't say that."

"You are thinking about it, though..." she accused. Emily opened her mouth to reply, but JJ didn't let her. "Don't lie to me, Em, I can see right through you."

"I don't know... Maybe?" she admitted with a little shrug.

JJ sighed. "Em, we can't. It isn't right."

Emily rounded on her then. "You know what isn't right? The fact that we spend every night being treated like objects. The fact that I have to lie to my daughter when she asks where I go at night. The fact that I pray to God every single day that my daughter never has to know what it's like to live this way." She clenched her jaw for a moment, swallowing down angry barbs before she said something she didn't mean.

"I suppose that's true..." JJ whispered, understanding her anger all too well.

Emily attempted to mask her grin, knowing she was winning her over. "So, you're thinking about it?"

"Are you seriously suggesting we rob our clients?" JJ asked, needing to hear her say the actual words.

"Don't think of it as robbery," Emily suggested. She glanced over her shoulder at the children in the next room – both glued to the TV screen and not paying attention to the hushed conversation. "Think of it as helping them invest in our future. A future where we don't have to spend the rest of our lives taking our clothes off for money. A future where you don't have to lie to Will about what you do for work. A future where you can maybe actually pay for Henry to go to college."

JJ nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "You really think we can pull this off?"

Knowing she was winning her over, Emily grinned. "I know we can. We just have to figure out who the perfect targets are – the ones who aren't going to go to the cops because they don't want someone to know where they were. All we have to do is figure out who's keeping secrets. Granted, I haven't got that far in the plan yet, but..."

The wheels in JJ's head were obviously turning. "I may have the answer to your prayers..." At Emily's expectant expression, she asked, "Have you met Penelope Garcia?"

The coffee shop was rather crowded, considering the late hour, and Emily couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't a huge mistake to discuss these matters in such a public place... She didn't want their plans to be ruined before they could even get off the ground.

"Over here," JJ said, interrupting her thoughts. She gestured to the corner of the shop where a woman wearing a bedazzled sweater with a kitten on it was half hidden behind her laptop. Emily couldn't quite believe that this was the mysterious hacker on the run from the government, but she trusted that JJ knew what she was doing.

The two women had barely sat down when a set of bespectacled blue eyes peered at them over the top of her laptop screen. "Emily Prentiss, I presume?"

Emily glanced warily at JJ, but smiled all the same. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage – you apparently know me, but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you..."

"You work at David's club with JJ," Garcia proceeded to list, "You have an almost four year old daughter named Jayde – no father listed on the birth certificate. Your mother is Elizabeth Prentiss, American Ambassador to the French Embassy."

Emily's jaw hung open for a few moments in surprise.

"That's what she does," JJ whispered in explanation. "She finds information. Not necessarily using legal means, but..." She trailed off, shrugging.

Emily nodded, understanding clearly then why Penelope Garcia was exactly the person they needed. "We've got a proposition for you..." she whispered then, smirk curling her lips.