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As the days passed Emily grew stronger and her leg began to heal. She was still ordered to stay off her leg, so she spent most of her time sitting in the hospital bed. She had tried to convince JJ that she could leave, but JJ wouldn't go. At night JJ laid beside Emily in the small bed, holding her, and gently whispering when Emily woke up from a nightmare.

Emily hadn't talked about it since that night. She didn't say anything more about what had happened, and JJ didn't ask.

But someone knew. JJ. JJ knew.

So even though she still had nightmares, and sometimes she couldn't get the images out of her head, JJ was there. Emily hadn't realized how much she needed to not be alone.

Derek stopped by the hospital almost everyday. He would bring them lunch and sometimes Savannah would join them. Only once had Derek been able to convince JJ to go home for a few hours and only with the promise that he wouldn't leave Emily's side.

The team had stopped by, but they had cases. Emily had no idea where they were or what the case was, JJ didn't talk about it in front of her. Whenever she got a call from Hotch she would go out into the hall. She tried to tell JJ that she should be with the team, but JJ assured her that they were okay without her.

A week from the day that Emily had been admitted into the hospital she was released. The gauze had been removed from her leg which had a fresh set of stitches holding it together. She had to get her leg checked soon, but for now she could leave.

Emily had just finished signing a stack of papers when Morgan showed up pushing a wheelchair.

"No," Emily said, "no way."

"Just to the car," JJ smiled.

"Nope," Emily shook her head.

"Emily, your leg's still gotta be killing you."

"Hence the cane," Emily held it up and waved it, which was a mistake since she had been using it to support some of her weight. She stumbled, but caught herself on the counter before falling.

"I think that answers this question," Derek said, "chair it is. Now sit your butt down."

Emily groaned and whined, but sat. She let herself be pushed to the exit.

"Really? Through the parking lot too?" Emily groaned.

"I wasn't able to pull up the car," Derek said, "since I knew JJ would need backup just to get you sitting down."

Emily used her arm to shield the sun from her eyes. She was wearing one of JJ's Penn State t-shirts and a pair of athletic shorts. When they got to Derek's car, Emily protested the help that JJ and Derek gave her to stand.

"I guess this means your feeling better then, huh?" Derek laughed as she jokingly swung her cane at him.

Finally Emily was buckled up in the passenger seat and Derek and JJ were in their own seats.

"Where to, ladies?" Derek asked.

JJ looked at Emily.

Emily leaned her head back and closed her eyes, "home."

XXX

Emily had been out of the hospital for five days and was still trying to convince JJ that she was okay.

"You know the doctor didn't say absolutely no standing," she shouted from her spot on the couch as JJ worked in the kitchen.

"I believe they said to stay off your leg, which to me sounds a whole lot like not standing," JJ didn't look up from what she was doing. They had had this same conversation at least a half dozen times in the past three days.

Emily groaned, but snuggled back against the couch. She pulled the blanket around herself and listened to JJ as she cooked dinner. The food smelled delicious.

After a while Emily stood up and limped to the dining room. Her leg still hurt, but honestly, she couldn't remember a time when it hadn't.

JJ turned to bring the food to the dining room, "hey!" she said.

"I walked fifteen feet," Emily said, "and unless you are planning on carrying me everywhere, I'm going to have to walk a bit."

JJ sighed and shook her head, "I just know the second I go back to work you're going to start trying to run marathons and climb trees or something."

"If I promise to limit myself to a half-marathon will you go back to work?" Emily countered.

"Trying to get rid of me?"

"I would spend every minute of every day with you if I could," Emily smiled, "but the team needs you. They need you," she gestured around. "I'll be okay."

"You promise?"

"I promise," Emily replied, "plus, I can always bother Derek."

JJ laughed, "I guess that's true. I'll call Hotch after dinner and let him know I can come back to work." She turned to grab another tray to bring to the table, when she came back she stopped and looked at Emily, "you're sure?"

"Positive."

XXX

That night Emily and JJ laid in bed, JJ with her head resting on Emily's chest.

"Did you ever tell the team about us?" Emily asked, absent mindedly playing with JJ's hair.

JJ thought for a moment, "no, I guess I never actually did." She paused, "but I get the feeling they've figured it out."

"Really?" Emily asked.

JJ chuckled and looked up at Emily, "I don't think we were all that covert about our relationship at the hospital. Although," she added, "someone may still have to tell Spencer."

Emily smiled and laughed. She pulled JJ close, "and how do you feel? About everyone knowing."

"I feel..." JJ trailed off for a moment, trying to find the right word, "loved. You're here and you're safe and that's all I need. And the fact that our friends support us, that just makes it even better."

Emily kissed the top of her head and smiled.

XXX

Emily woke up to a phone ringing. She rolled back over, expecting JJ to get it. But then Emily saw it was her own phone lighting up. She glanced over to see if it had woken JJ, it hadn't.

"Prentiss," she whispered.

"Are you alone?"

"Give me a second." She slowly sat up and stepped out of the bed. When she got to the door she opened it as quietly as possible and didn't say anything until she was down the hall.

"Okay," she said, standing in the living room with the lights off, "I'm alone. Do you have an update?"

"We know what happened," Easter said.

"You, you do?" Emily was suddenly frozen.

"Interpol was hacked. Someone got information on all of our undercover agents, past and present. We think that he sold the information about your team and that's how their covers were made."

"Dammit, Clyde! How did this happen? How did someone gain access to our servers?"

"It was one of our own. An analyst."

"Who?" Emily demanded.

"His name is Henry DeMarco. And before you ask, we don't know where he is. We think that he is going to sell all of the information he stole to the highest bidder. Finding him is Interpol's number one priority," Easter said.

"I'm coming back then–"

"No," Clyde stopped her.

"After all of this, I'm still suspended?" Emily exclaimed. "I don't give a damn, I'm coming back to help find him."

"I need you to stay where you are, Emily. We don't know where DeMarco is, I need to know that I have someone in the states that I can trust if it comes to that."

"The BAU can help," Emily said, "if he's in the country, Garcia will find him."

"No," Clyde spoke firmly. "This isn't Doyle, you aren't the only one being targeted. We have agents all over the world whose safety will be compromised if this list gets out."

"They won't leak it."

"Emily," Easter sighed, "your team in Bucharest, it was the only information he sold. We think it was to fund his movement before he could sell all of the information he stole. It could have been random, or he could have been targeting you or one of your agents. It's likely he knows about your past with Doyle."

"Which means he knows about my team."

"And he could be monitoring you. If he notices anything out of the ordinary, like the BAU assisting in the search, he might not wait for the highest bidder. He could sell out our agents before we have a chance to find him."

"I understand," Emily said, "but how can I help from here?"

"For now just be vigilant. Use secure lines when you talk on the phone, let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary. I will contact you as soon as I know more. You must tell no one about this, Emily, including your former team. I have to go now," Clyde said, "stay safe."

"You too," Emily muttered before Easter hung up.

Emily stood there in the dark living room, her phone still gripped in her hand. Finally, she knew what had happened to her team. She knew who was responsible. But there was nothing she could do. And it was so much bigger than that. It wasn't just her team that had been targeted, but all Interpol undercover agents.

The current agents would be as good as dead if their identities got out.

And past agents would be endangered. Their friends and families. It would be like Doyle, but for so many other agents.

And Lauren Reynolds was not Emily's only undercover identity. And Doyle wasn't the only person who wanted her dead.

She couldn't let this happen to others. She couldn't let this happen to her team again.

But there was nothing she could do. She didn't have her Interpol resources or FBI resources. She had even been blocked from accessing the Interpol online system.

They knew who he was. But now they had to find him.

They had to.