JJ paced back and forth in the Champagne Room, anxiously wringing her hands as she attempted to decide what to do...

It hadn't taken long for the club to be flooded with police officers and paramedics and firemen...and the parking lot was surely packed with reporters. Which was JJ's personal hell. It was bad enough that she'd had to tell Will that she was a stripper, let alone his entire precinct – and, possibly, the entire world – finding out too. (Things with Will were already strained enough without the public humiliation being added into the equation.)

She had been with a client in the Champagne Room when everything had gone down, so she'd missed most of the action – and the drugs. In fact, she hadn't even realized anything was wrong until Emily had ducked into the room to inform her that the police were on their way and advise her to stay hidden.

The curtain separating the Champagne Room from the rest of the club was yanked back and JJ startled, whipped around, only to find Will. Unfortunately, this was clearly not a pleasurable visit, given his uniform... "Shit, Will...what are you doing here?" she hissed.

He gave her a pointed look.

A nervous laugh slipped past her lips. She opened her mouth in an attempt to explain the situation and why it wasn't as bad as it looked...but no words would come out. She winced at Will's expectant expression, shrugged helplessly.

He sighed, shook his head. This was really not the moment to hash out all their issues, though they clearly needed to have that conversation sooner, rather than later. "We need to get you out of here before anyone sees you," he said urgently. "I have a feeling CPS isn't going to look kindly on you getting entangled in this mess."

She finally managed to find her tongue again as she rushed to insist, "Will, I swear I have no idea what's going on! I wasn't even on the floor when those girls died!" At his curious (and, perhaps, concerned) expression, she explained meekly, "I had a...private client." She shrugged helplessly.

And, though he obviously wanted to discuss that further, he held his tongue. "Is there a back exit you can take?" he asked.

"Not without walking back on the floor," she said, "And once we go out there, there are security cameras. Besides, people already know I'm working tonight and, sooner or later, someone is going to tell one of your buddies out there that I'm hiding out back here." She exhaled shakily, doing her best to maintain her grip on her self-control. "And if they see you back here with me, it's going to look suspicious and then Henry won't have either of us..."

Will nodded slowly, knowing she was right. "Okay," he said at length. "Okay, here's what we're going to do: we wait a few more minutes, then I'll escort you out and tell everyone that I've questioned you and you don't know anything about the situation. You'll go home and then...we'll have a discussion."

Her expression was one somewhere between anxious and relieved. "What about Emily?" she asked.

"What about her?" Will asked.

"I can't just leave her here!" JJ insisted. "I'm not going to abandon her!"

Will struggled to resist rolling his eyes, obviously not thrilled by the prospect of sticking his neck further on the line for a woman he barely knew...unfortunately, JJ's expression clearly said that she'd never forgive him if he didn't come through for her on this matter. Reluctantly, he sighed, nodded once. "I'll do what I can for her."

Once he'd escorted JJ to her car, Will returned to the club for Emily, who was currently gnawing her thumb nail, watching as the coroner zipped the body bag over Sean Hotchner's lifeless bloody face. She glanced up at the sound of Will's approach – the sound nearly deafening in the uncharacteristically noiseless club – catching his gaze with frightened eyes.

"You've really stepped in it this time, Emily," Will told her.

She nodded. "I know," she agreed. "But I swear, I had nothing to do with any of this. I was on stage when they were all taking the drugs and I would certainly never touch the stuff. Test my blood, my hair, my piss – I'm clean!"

Will held up one hand to stem the verbal tide. "I'm just going to take your statement right now," he said. "But I'm on your side, Emily. I don't want you mixed up in this any more than you do."

She nodded, clearly on the verge of hyperventilating. "I got off the stage and Sean flagged me down – he's one of my regulars. He tried to feel me up, I reminded him of the rules, and he offered me a vial...I don't know what was in it, but it wasn't the first time he's offered me something. He was clearly high and I'd seen him offering it to some of the other girls while I was on stage.

"I started to give him a lap dance, then someone shouted and the next thing I knew, one of the girls hit the floor, blood pouring down her face. When I turned around, I saw another girl bleeding. I turned to Sean to ask what they'd taken, only he was bleeding too." She shrugged. "That's all I know, I swear."

Will nodded, jotting down her account in his notebook. "You didn't take any of what he offered you?" he asked again.

"Of course not!" she said vehemently. "I've never used anything! I would never do that to Jayde!"

"I believe you," he insisted. "I just needed to know whether you need medical attention."

She nodded, but continued picking at her nails, a clear sign of her anxiety. "Tell me the truth..." she begged. "Am I in trouble?"

Will sighed. "I don't know, Emily," he admitted. "It doesn't sound like you have any reason to be concerned to me. But...I've been on the stand while Aaron Hotchner interrogated me – he's a pit bull. And if wants someone to blame for his brother's death...well, you could find yourself in the crosshairs."