Morgan and Emily are cooking breakfast as she tells him about the date the night before. Morgan just laughs and shakes his head.

"With all you all had to drink, how are you not hungover?"

Emily chuckles. "Spread out over a long time and mostly during and after an amazing dinner."

"Damn, Em, that's just great. Of course, if any woman I date finds out what your dates entail, she'll be wondering why you can afford all that on an Agent's salary."

Emily grins. "I'll keep the secret as long as I can."

Up in Rocky's room, Reid his holding Henry as JJ changes the little girl. "I am so glad you two had fun. Just for the record, I had a great time babysitting last night." He looks at Henry. "Remember what we learned?"

"Star Trek COOL!" Henry says with his thumbs up.

JJ laughs. "Good boy, Henry. You're turning into as big a nerd as your Mama and Godfather."

Reid smiles proudly. JJ lifts Rocky up to her shoulder.

"Thanks again for babysitting, Spence. We really needed that night without the kids. Knowing they were with you made it even better."

Reid blushes at the praise. "It was no problem at all."

Over breakfast, JJ and Emily fill in all the little details of the date to their friends. Emily hadn't mentioned running into JJ's ex. Morgan grins at the brunette.

"No jealousy reared its' ugly head?"

Emily smiles. "Not a bit, actually. Probably because the whole night was just a reminder of how much Jen and I mean to each other. You can only get jealous if you doubt that."

"Or if your dosed with a mix of PCP, Shrooms and Rohipnol," JJ adds with a grin.

Emily pretends to consider that a moment then nods. "Okay, then, too."


After breakfast, Morgan and Reid head to their homes. JJ gets some laundry started while Emily goes into the living room with Rocky and Henry to watch Toy Story. Yes…she had managed to convince Henry there was something other than Cars to watch.

When JJ joins them, Henry is cuddled up beside Emily while Rocky plays with her activity center. JJ kisses Henry's head.

"Do you like this movie, Henry?"

"Buzzzzz!" Henry answers, doing the Buzz Lightyear pose as he sits.

JJ and Emily chuckle. JJ ruffles his hair. "I'll take that as a yes."

After a few minutes, Emily taps JJ's shoulder and points to Rocky. The women smile as the little girl pulls herself up to standing on the coffee table. For a second she lets go with both hands, tottering a bit before grabbing the edge again. JJ turns and smiles at Emily.

"She'll be walking before lo- -"

Emily's eyes widen in fear as she sees what is about to happen but is powerless to stop it. "NO!"

JJ spins back around in time to see Rocky's chin slam into the edge of the table and the little girl fall to the floor. Both mothers launch off the couch as a wail echoes through the room. Henry, scared, eases to the edge of the couch.

"Wok?" he asks nervously.

JJ slowly picks Rocky up. "She has a little scr- -oh crap."

The "little scratch" she is about to point out splits open and blood starts to poor out. Emily whips off her shirt and uses it to try to staunch the flow of blood.

"Hospital," JJ says.

"Yep," Emily agrees.

She grabs a shirt off the laundry basket JJ had set in the kitchen to go upstairs. She pulls it on and grabs the keys to the H3 since it is in the driveway.

"Come on, Henry, we have to take Rock to the doctor."

She lifts him up and follows JJ out the door, only just barely remembering to grab her purse so she'll have Rocky's medical card. She gets Henry in his seat then goes to the passenger side to get JJ strapped in since her hands are full with the crying Rocky and the bloody t-shirt.

"It's okay, Rocky," JJ coos at her. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. Shhh, Rock Star, it's okay, honey."

Emily drives as fast as she dares knowing Rocky isn't in a car seat but also seeing the white shirt getting redder and redder with her daughter's blood. When they get to the hospital, she unlatches JJ's seatbelt and runs around to open the door.

"Go ahead and get checked in. Tell them I'll be in with her medical card once I get parked."

JJ nods, already moving to the doors of the ER. Emily drives to the far end of the parking lot where she can park the behemoth of a vehicle without worrying about blocking anyone in or being blocked in herself. She throws her purse strap across her body and opens Henry's door.

"Time for a piggy back ride, Champ."

Henry happily hops on his mother's back, not realizing she is doing this because it's easier than carrying him on her hip as she runs back to the ER. As they get inside she sees JJ disappearing behind a curtain down the hall. She hurries in that direction but a nurse stops her.

"Ma'am, you need to sign in."

"My daughter is already signed in. Roxanne Prentiss. Busted chin."

"Ah, okay. You must be the one with her insurance information. Come with me for a moment."

"But I- -"

"It's protocol, ma'am."

Emily groans. "I hate protocol." She reluctantly follows the woman over to the admit desk to fill out the paperwork.

In the curtained off area, JJ holds Rocky, who is now just whimpering. It's almost worse than when she was screaming. The nurse grabs a handful of gauze.

"Okay, let's get that shirt off your chin, Roxanne, and see what we can find."

JJ shivers as the tee is removed. For a moment it's just a gaping cut. Then the blood starts anew.

"Oh, Rocky," she whispers as the nurse quickly presses the gauze to it.

The nurse shakes her head. "Not pretty. I'll get the doctor. Not even a year old and already getting stitches. Not fun."

JJ kisses her daughter's head. "I always say you're tough, Rocky. You didn't need to do this to prove it to me."

The nurse grins. "You call her Rocky?"

JJ smiles and nods. "Yep. Got the nickname before we knew she was a girl. Roxanne was inspired by Rocky. It was just right. Of course, I had thought her worst knocks would be the ones she got in utero until she was older. This has me a bit shaky."

The nurse pats JJ on the shoulder. "She'll be fine. Sore for a few days and she'll have a nasty bruise to go with the stitches but she'll be okay in about 10 days. Stitches always look worse than they are."

"Sadly, I know all about how bad stitches can look."

Just then Emily and Henry ease into the room. "Hey, how's it going?"

JJ kisses Rocky's head. "She needs stitches. Still bleeding."

"Wok?" Henry asks nervously.

JJ smiles at him. "She's got a boo-boo but she'll be okay. The doctors and nurses will make sure of it."

Just then the doctor comes in. She smiles. "Gee, full house." She looks at the nurse. "How does it look?"

"I've seen worse."

She eases back the gauze so the doctor can see. The doc winces.

"Yep, I've seen worse, too. But I've also seen better." She lets the gauze go back on the wound. "Jess, let's go ahead and get the local ready. Time to get this little one's chin sewn back up." She looks at JJ and Emily. "She'll cry some more and will probably be cranky all night as it aches but as long as the stitches don't come out too soon she'll be okay."

Emily frowns. "So what do we do? Put her in one of those collars like you see on dogs? How do we keep her from messing with the stitches?"

The doctor chuckles. "No Elizabethan collars. I promise. Now, let's get Roxanne down on the table."

Henry frowns at her. "Her WOK!"

The doctor stops. "Uh, what?"

JJ smiles. "We call her Rocky."

"Ah, okay. Rocky it is." She jiggles Henry's foot. "You're a good big brother."

He smiles. "Henry love Wok."

"That's good. I'm sure she loves you, too."

He nods happily. The doctor gets the syringe from the nurse. The nurse and JJ hold Rocky as still as they can. With slow, deliberate movements the doctor injects the local anesthetic. Emily is sure it hurts her more than it hurts Rocky.

"Mama! No squeeze," Henry complains.

"Sorry, Champ," she says as she eases her hug.

"Now what I just gave her will numb the area and will also encourage clotting. I want to watch it a few minutes to see if we really need stitches or if we can use Dermabond to seal the wound. To be open with you, I worry the wound may be too wide for the chemical bonding agent but let's try to be positive."

JJ just nods, her heart breaking as Rocky holds her hand and whimpers "Ma. Ma. Ma." over and over again. She kisses her daughter's head and runs a hand through her hair.

"It's okay, sweet girl. You'll be just fine soon, I promise, Rock. Oh, what I wouldn't do to switch places with you."

A few minutes later the doctor lifts the gauze again and sighs. "I hate to say it but stitches it is. It's just too wide and uneven for Dermabond."

Emily smiles sadly at JJ. "Should have known. She's too much like us."

JJ laughs a little. "Yeah, right," she chokes out.

The doctor and nurse get the things together they need. When they ease the gauze away, the cut is still bleeding just a little. As the doctor goes to start the stitches Henry points at her.

"NO! No hurt Wok!"

Emily hugs him. "It won't hurt her, Champ. It's to make her boo-boo better."

But when Rocky starts to cry and fuss, Henry gets very upset. Emily looks at JJ.

"We'll step out."

JJ just nods, her heart breaking for her son and daughter both. Emily walks Henry out to the waiting area and then continues on outside as he is screaming and crying for Rocky. A security officer walks up, concern on his face.

"All okay here, ma'am?"

Emily nods. "Yes. My daughter is getting stitches and my son isn't happy about it."

"I see." He looks at the fair-haired, blue-eyed boy. "And this is your son?"

Most parents would be pissed at the insinuation. As a law enforcement agent, Emily gets it. She pulls her badge out of her purse.

"Yep, this is my step-son Henry. Right, Champ?"

Henry hugs her tightly. "Mama…Wok need Henry."

"I know, Henry. I know. She'll be out soon."

The officer hands her back the badge. "Sorry about the suspicion, Agent Prentiss."

Emily smiles. "It's okay. I specialize in crimes against children so trust me when I say I get it."

"How old is his sister? I'm guessing he's a big brother."

Emily nods. "Yes, he is. She's 10 months old. And Henry is the best big brother I've ever known. He helps take care of her, don't you, Champ?"

"Si, Henry help Aunt Fwanny."

The officer smiles. "That's great, Henry. You keep being good to your little sister, okay?"

"Kay, sir," he says sadly.

Pride surges in Emily when he says "sir". She is pretty sure that's Declan's influence on the little boy. As they security guard moves off, the doctor who had been working on Rocky pokes her head outside.

"Mrs. Prentiss? She's all done."

"Oh, thank God. And she's okay?"

"She'll be fine. Probably won't even have a scar when she grows up because she is so young. We want to keep an eye on her for about an hour to make sure she doesn't have any reactions to the drugs we used. After you all go home, a topical like Neosporin will be fine. I'd recommend keeping it covered; better to have her pull off a bandage than pull out a stitch. And no swimming for 10 days to minimize risk of infection."

Emily nods. "Okay. Thank you so much, Doctor."

"My pleasure." She wiggles Henry's foot again. "Take care of your little sister, okay?"

"'Kay, sir. Love Wok."

Emily and the doctor laugh at his use of the word "sir." The doctor shrugs.

"Been called worse. Have a good day."

Emily nods her goodbye and takes Henry back to see how Rocky and JJ are doing. She opens the door and finds JJ sitting on the bed cradling Rocky, who is dozing off.

"Hey, how's she doing?" Emily asks.

"Better than her Mommy," JJ admits.

Emily sits Henry on the edge of the bed. He lays his hand on Rocky's leg and leans over to kiss her.

"Love Wok."

Rocky reaches out and takes his hand. Emily and JJ exchange a smile. JJ looks up at Emily.

"When I was 8 I fell at the park and gashed my knee open. Mark held me while our friend Jeremy ran back to our house and got my Mom. Someday I see Henry doing the same for Rocky."

"I think so, too." Emily kisses the top of Henry's head. "So, Henry, how does she look?"

"Sad."

"Yes, she does. But she will be okay. She just won't be able to play or swim for a few days, okay?"

"'Kay, Mama."

The family just sits there, wishing their littlest member hadn't had such a tough learning experience that day.


Just after 7, Emily and JJ walk out of Henry's room into the hallway. Without a word, they both go back into Rocky's room. Emily stands behind JJ, her chin on her wife's shoulder.

"How soon until that memory doesn't hurt?"

JJ shrugs. "I have no idea. I'm not sure what was worse: the screaming cries or the weak little whimpers."

JJ runs her hand over Rocky's head. The little girl coos in her sleep. Her mothers smile.

"I love that she always responds to us," Emily says.

"Me, too. We'll need to get a picture of her wound for her scrapbook so when she's older we can show her just how long she's been terrifying us."

Emily chuckles. "Why do I think Sandy Jareau has a book I need to see?"

JJ turns her head and kisses Emily's cheek. "I can't believe she's never showed you."

They each give Rocky one more pat then head downstairs. Emily sits down on the couch and JJ stretches out, her feet in her wife's lap. Emily immediately starts to massage the feet she holds as JJ turns on the TV. They haven't been there long when Emily's phone rings. She smiles as she answers.

"Hey, Tom."

"Uh, actually it's me, Emily."

"Oh, hi Dec. How was football camp?"

"It was awesome! I was calling to tell you all Mark was there with his team and he helped us with some drills and stuff. He's really good!"

Emily smiles. "So I've heard. Here, tell JJ about it."

Emily hands over phone so Dec and JJ can talk Mark and football. After about 10 minutes, JJ hands the phone back.

"It's Tom," she informs her.

"Hi, Tom," Emily says.

"Hi, Em. So, Dec leaves tomorrow for lacrosse camp and I've been summoned to London. Hope you don't mind but I have you, Jen and Fran down as emergency contacts."

"Not at all. Though, after this morning I'm not sure I can handle another emergency so can you wrap him in bubble wrap before he goes?"

Tom starts to laugh. "Dare I ask what happened?"

Emily explains about Rocky's fall.

"Wow, I'm glad she's okay. I remember the first time Dec had a bad injury. I don't think I slept all night because I was so scared he'd need something."

Emily smiles. "Yeah, I'm kind of wondering about that myself right now. Thank goodness for coffee."

Tom laughs. "So, one of my meetings over there is with a certain Ambassador Prentiss. Any message for her?"

"Yes. Tell her thanks for giving Jen advice for our big date night last night. We had a really good time."

"Will do. Well, let me go so I can help Dec finish his laundry and get re-packed. This one camp to another is tough!"

"Okay. Have a good trip, Tom."

"Thanks. Talk to you when I get back."

Emily hangs up and pats JJ on the legs. The blonde unmutes the TV and Emily gets back to massaging the feet in her lap. Despite the terror of earlier in the day, they actually have a good evening at the house.