Back at the mall, they weren't any closer to figuring out what was going on, but there was a new problem: except for Charlotte, Quinlan, and one of the other store patrons, the rest of the adults in the room were getting restless.

Besides the employees, they were in the company of a fry cook, an office clerk, and a student, all of whom had come to the toy store that morning for reasons of their own.

The student, a girl in her mid-teens with fair skin, freckles, extremely curly brown hair and big brown eyes framed with rimless oval-shaped glasses. She was dressed in some kind of club or league uniform of a white long-sleeved shirt, a tan vest covered in patches, matching shorts, white knee-high socks and brown snow boots (they were suffering from a long-lasting winter). A long snow jacket, gloves, a scarf, and a backpack were on the floor, near to where she stood.

"What do you all do?" she asked JJ and her posse.

Quinlan answered first, motioning between herself and her twin. "I'm Quinlan, and this is my sister, Charlotte. We're nannies."

"For one of the kids you came in with?"

Charlotte touched the top of their young charge's head. "This is Jack."

A little shy, Jack just buried his face in his nanny's side.

The girl cast a look at JJ and Emily. "What about you two?"

JJ answered the girl's question with a question. "What did you say your name was, again?"

"Sunday. Are you or your companion law enforcement? Statistics would say yes."

"We're both law enforcement, actually. My name is JJ, and my girlfriend's name is Emily. We both work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI at Quantico."

Sunday was taken aback. "Really?"

"Really." JJ said as she and Emily pulled out their badges and showed them to her for proof before pocketing them again. "We're even on the same team."

Emily raised an eyebrow at Sunday. "Why so pensive, and how old are you?"

"I'm sixteen," she confessed. "And I've always been like this in a tense position. I'm also the oldest in my family because I've got three younger siblings—I'm used to being the peacemaker or the buffer."

Emily eyed Sunday's vest and noticed that the patches were merit badges.

"Are you a Girl Scout, Sunday?"

She nodded. "I'm a Senior Girl Scout, and I've been in the program since kindergarten."

"What were you doing today before you came here?"

"I was in a meeting at our building downtown because it's an in-service day for the teachers at school. I came shopping today to get a present for one of my siblings because it's almost his birthday."

Chatting with Sunday reminded Emily of her time with Polly in New York. She liked the teenager, and she was already acting as a peacemaker between the other store occupants and JJ, Emily, and their crowd since nobody else would.

"Sunday," Emily finally said. "I don't know how long we're all going to be in here, but I'm sure that the rest of our team from the FBI has figured out by now that something's wrong. Until they come, would you be willing to help JJ and I out?"

Sunday hadn't failed to notice the agents' pregnant bellies, Emily's handicapped state, or that they had two elementary-aged children, a toddler, and a small baby with them.

"Of course!" she answered.

Finally having reached his limit, Jack plopped down where he stood, and instead of crying, he got pouty.

"I want my mommy and my daddy." he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.

Sunday plucked a picture book off the shelf next to her and crouch a foot across from the little boy.

"Your name is Jack, right?"

"Yep."

"I'm Sunday."

Jack actually giggled and said shyly, "You're pretty."

Sunday blushed but quickly schooled herself. "Thanks, Jack. How old are you?"

He held up four fingers. "Three."

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

Now Jack was blushing. "A sister in my mommy's tummy at home."

"I have one brother and two sisters, but one of my sisters is brand new. The other one is three, just like you."

Jack stared at Sunday in astonishment—she'd blown his mind so much that he forgot about being huffy and grumpy anymore. Even Kaida and Kendra were watching in curiosity.

"What are they called?" he asked, letting go of Quinlan's hand and taking a few steps in Sunday's direction.

"My new sister is called River, and my other sister, the one who's three, goes by Delta. Know what?"

Jack was hanging on to every word, stepping even closer. "What, Sunday?"

"Delta and River love when I read to them."

"I need to learn how so I can read to my sister when she comes." Jack said seriously. "I love her so much."

"I'm sure she knows, Jack." Sunday stood and showed him the book she'd picked off the shelf. "Do you want to come over where it's cozy and look at this book with me? It's about jungle animals!"

"Okay, Sunday!"

Jack followed Sunday to the reading area in the back of the store, where there were book and comfortable chairs abounding. He even summoned Kaida and Kendra to join them, not wanting them to be left out. The girls abandoned their woes and followed them.

Quinlan turned to JJ when Jack, Kaida, Kendra, and Sunday were out earshot. "Well, alright, then. Is there anything that you and JJ need right now?"

"Just a chair for myself." JJ said, realizing that her legs and arms were coming heavy because she'd been standing still with Zooey for too long. "Please."

Working quickly, Quinlan and Charlotte found two chairs from behind the registers and helped JJ sit in one and prop her feet up on the other. When she and Emily assured the twins that they were fine, Quinlan and Charlotte joined Sunday and the others. The rest of the store patrons all stayed put in their area, still wary and uptight.

"How's the baby?" Emily asked, maneuvering her wheelchair closer to JJ.

The blond looked down at her tiny friend, who had been resting quietly in her arms, only to see that she was making a face like she was about to cry.

"Oh, I remember that face." JJ sighed and quickly moved Zooey to her other arm in attempt to pacify her. "Zooey's hungry, Emily. Please tell me there's a bottle in the bag that Kendra brought."

Before going to look at books, Kendra had handed off Zooey's diaper bag to Emily for safekeeping. After a moment of rifling through it, Emily found a full bottle and gave it to JJ, who in turn offered it to Zooey. The little one was very relieved to taste the milk and turned to putty in JJ's arms as she began to drink her fill.

"There you go." JJ sighed in relief, giving Zooey a kiss on her tiny forehead. "You're okay, sweet pea. I'll protect you, just like last time. Yes, I will."

Emily watched JJ in awe. She'd seen her with small children before, but watching her with Zooey was very surreal because this was the little one who had gone straight to JJ's heart enough to melt it and have her change her mind about having a family. She suddenly felt her heart overflowing with love towards the baby.

"Is she doing better now?" Emily asked after a few moments.

JJ looked at Emily, and in spite of the situation, she grinned. Uh-huh. Zooey is just the same as when I had her in Oregon—a very happy camper in general, and easily satisfied with food."

"Sounds like most babies. How are Alexis and Olivia?"

JJ arched her back as she felt her daughters wake from a nap and begin to tumble around. "Awake now. What about Henry?"

Emily promptly groaned when she felt her son deliver a flurry of kicks to the side of her midriff. "He's also wide awake, but kicking in the same spot like it's the end of the world."

"I—oh, look at that..."

Restless again, Zooey had pulled away from her bottle and was leaning towards Emily, wanting her to hold her while she finished.

"Emelia," JJ said. "Zooey wants you. Will you take her?"

Emily hesitated because she was still working on allowing herself to be touched or have prolonged contact with anyone else, even JJ. But Zooey was just a baby...

Emily held her arms out. "Sure. I'll take her."

JJ deposited Zooey into Emily's arms, and her heart fluttered as she watched Emily fuss over her.

"Hi, baby princess." Emily cooed to Zooey. "I'm so happy to meet you because in a way, you're kind of responsible for keeping half my family intact. Thank you."

Zooey was awed by the sound of Emily's voice and smiled bashfully at her.

Emily felt her own heart melt, just as she'd seen JJ's do the same on the night she'd chosen against having an abortion and chosen to become a mother, instead. Emily even began to cry a little bit, because she was feeling so moved.

"Are you okay?" JJ asked her.

Emily nodded as she wiped her tears. "I'm perfect, Jennifer. Zooey just saw into my soul, the way she saw to yours in Oregon."

JJ's heart leapt with pride and joy—in a very unconventional way, Emily's woes had just been healed.

"I'm proud of you." she leaned over and kissed her partner. "Very proud."

"Thanks, babe."

Zooey let out an impatient whine, so JJ handed over the bottle.

"Alright, Zooey-love." Emily propped the baby in the crook of her arm for comfort and gave her her bottle. "You just drink your bottle now."

Zooey did.

JJ looked out towards the window, towards the bookstore that Kendra and Zooey had escaped from. Nothing had changed over there, except for it looking like the unsub was in the middle of some kind of rant now.

JJ really hoped that the rest of her team was nearby.