JJ couldn't sit down on one of the waiting room chairs. She was too anxious to hear any updates on Emily. All she could do was pace back and forth while rubbing her own knuckles to soothe herself. God, she already misses how Emily would do that whenever she wasn't doing well.

Rossi stopped her with a raise of a hand. "JJ, sit down. Maybe that'll help," he offered.

JJ shook her head. "I can't. Not for Emily," she murmured, more to herself than to him. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed. She needed a distraction. "Does anyone want any coffee? We don't know how long we'll be here."

"JJ, don't." Spencer shakes his head and tries to stop her. "Consuming any caffeine right now increases your anxiety levels."

"It's already high up there, Spence," she said, looking at the floor with a small sigh. "I guess I'll just have water then."

Spencer gives a nod before sitting back down next to Penelope, whose eyes had been red from crying also. She had been gripping onto Derek's shoulder for support and murmuring if Emily was going to be alright. Derek doesn't know how to answer that.

A nurse came out to the waiting area to see the team there. "Is Emily Prentiss' family here?"

Hotch steps up and shakes his head. "None of us are, but I am her boss. Agent Aaron Hotchner," he introduced himself.

The nurse nods in acknowledgement. "Agent Hotchner. Do you mind if I talk to you for a second?"

He glances over the others before gesturing the nurse to the side. They talked for a few moments, and Derek decided to grab water from the vending machine for the rest of the team. He sat down next to JJ and handed a bottle to her.

"How are you?" he asked, hoping to relieve her nerves.

JJ took a large gulp of her water before looking up at him. "I'm ok."

"You sure?"

"We could've gotten to her before Doyle… killed her," she answered quietly. "If only- if only we were faster and quicker. Maybe we would've saved her on time."

"We didn't know." He couldn't find a clear and straight-forward answer for her.

"I know," JJ bitterly chuckles. "That's what I hate about this whole thing. I should've known something was up when she-" she caught herself and so did Derek.

"What do you mean? Did she tell you anything?"

JJ immediately shakes her head and tries to avoid his eyes. "She didn't tell me what was going on. I just wished I figured out what was happening sooner, then maybe we wouldn't be here." What Emily had told her was oddly vague and JJ blamed herself for not trusting her gut that something bad was going to happen. Derek only nods and brings her into his arms.

Hotch walked back to the waiting area to meet his team once again. He kept his usual neutral face with a sympathetic nod.

"She didn't make it off the table."

JJ tied her hair into a little braid and looked straight into the mirror. Even though it was a funeral for Emily, JJ wanted to keep her emotions at bay. She figured it was better that way because she knows if she poured out all of her feelings, she wouldn't stop. After all, Emily would want her to be strong, right? JJ will do that. For her.

She felt a stray tear crawl down her cheek and carefully wiped it away, sniffling as she did. "This is it," she whispered to herself.

"Mommy?" A tiny voice was heard at the doorway of her bedroom. She turned to see her little boy staring back at her with a tilt of his head. "Where are you going?"

With a weak smile, JJ walked over to pick Henry up in her arms. "I'm going to visit someone in town, baby," she lied and kissed his forehead. "Amy's gonna be here soon, alright, so promise me you'll be good while mommy's gone?"

Henry nods with a grin. "Ok, mommy."

She wasn't ready to tell her son about Emily just yet. For all he knows, the last time he saw Emily was a week before she and JJ stopped talking, so she's choosing not to broach the subject until later. Let him think that his favorite Emmy is still here, at least that's what JJ is believing as well.

When she was ready to go, Henry's babysitter came and gave her condolences to JJ, who simply nodded and kissed her son's forehead again before leaving.

JJ couldn't fully concentrate. Her mind kept wandering during half of the funeral service. All she could think of was 'what-ifs' and 'if onlys', feeling her guilt wash over her over and over again, until her first name was announced.

She stood up from her seat, clearing her throat, and tightened her coat around herself. Fishing in her pocket for a piece of paper, she unfolded it to straighten it out as she walked to the front near the casket. She prepared her eulogy for Emily on paper, which she thought could say all that was in her heart (and left out a few other details she admired about the older woman. That's not what they want to hear right now.)

"Hi, I'm Jennifer, Emily's coworker and friend, and hopefully, I'll keep this short and sweet. Ever since Emily and I met at the BAU five years ago, she became someone that I have grown to be close to, so she eventually became one of my best friends. We were both the only women out in the field, so that helped, I guess. One of the things I will miss about her was her ability to make everyone feel better. She knew the right words and what to do, and you'd just feel comfortable with her. Tell her about your day, how you feel, she's right by your side, listening to you." JJ smiled at how many times Emily sat by her with open arms and ears, and how she felt accepted by her comforting actions and words without judging her at all.

"She told me she thought that she was a bad person, but, of course, I couldn't believe that. In fact, something you should know about Emily is how many lives she's saved. Actually, I remember my son telling her one time how she's a better superhero than anyone else, even more than Spider-Man and she blushed," she slightly chuckled fondly at the memory before continuing. "But he's right. She was always willing to put others' needs before her own, and I'll admit, that is pretty admirable of her. I know Emily said she doesn't consider herself a hero to many people, but she is. And that's what she did; she saved a lot of people. Thank you for your time," she nods to the other participants before sitting back down, composing herself once again.

When it was time to bury the casket, JJ was the first to step up and place a rose on top of the casket. After everyone had placed their own roses, JJ watched the casket slowly lower down into the ground. She took small, even breaths to calm herself down as a tear slipped down her cheek.

Emily Prentiss. October 12, 1970-March 7, 2011. Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity.

She was gone and JJ was lost without her.