As Emily and JJ step off the elevator Garcia grabs her best friend.

"I want to know EVERYTHING!"

JJ laughs. "Well, that could take some time. Should we start with the 'A' Encyclopedia."

Garcia frowns as Emily laughs along with her wife. She shoos Emily away and drags JJ towards her lair.

"You have 10 minutes before you have to be at your desk. That gives you 9 minutes and 55 seconds to tell me how your date night went."

"Uh, why don't we just do lunch so you can tell me about your big night?"

Garcia stops. "Well, okay, that might work. But at least tell me this: was it perfect?"

JJ smiles and nods. "It was beyond my dreams perfect."

"Oh that is so awesome! And she loved the necklace?"

"She did, yes. What about your night?"

Garcia's face falls. "Eh. He's just not…he's…lunch?"

JJ sees Garcia is troubled about how her big night went. "Definitely. Pick me up at noon."

"You got it. And tell Emily she can come, too. I think I may need some advice."

JJ frowns. "Pen, are things…bad?"

"No. Yes. Sort of." She waves her hands to brush off the conversation. "I'll tell you at lunch. If I start now I won't stop."

JJ nods. "Okay." She squeezes Garcia's arm. "Take care, Pen."

"I will. Go get coffee and get to work, Profiler Jareau."

JJ nods. "I will. See you at the meeting."

JJ makes her way back to the bullpen. She stops at Emily's desk. "Plan on lunch with Pen. Her weekend didn't go as good as ours."

Emily nods. "No problem."

Morgan walks up to the two profilers. "Ladies, if we don't leave on a case, plan on a Hogan's Alley drill tomorrow. This was set up by the powers that be. Prentiss, you can expect to get your role emailed to you later today."

Emily looks at him in surprise. "My role? What are they doing to us?"

Morgan shrugs. "I have no idea. Something about making sure we are ready for a national security incident."

"And so they want me to be the threat?"

"I guess so. You'll find out who your henchmen are in the email."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…I'll find out? I don't get to choose them? If I want to take a team like ours I need to know who has my back."

Morgan smiles. "Worried you'll lose?"

"No! I hope to hell you all can beat me. But I want it to be a fair test, too. If I put you all up against an inferior group you will definitely win but it won't show you or anyone else what you are truly capable of. I just really don't like this. It feels…wrong somehow. Like we're being set up to fail."

Morgan glances around. "I think Hotch feels the same way. Just do your best, Em. You know we'll be doing ours." Morgan heads back to his office.

Emily rolls her eyes at JJ and starts to check her email. JJ goes to her own desk to get started on her week. Reid rolls in a few minutes later, whistling happily. Emily smiles at him.

"Have a good Sunday?"

He grins. "Yes, I did. Solaris was playing in both the edited version and the full version."

Emily laughs. "You have a textbook case of obsession with that film."

"Says she who can quote back entire episodes of Dr. Who," JJ teases from across the way.

Emily laughs as Reid nods his thanks to JJ for her support.


As their Monday meeting ends, Hotch looks at the team. "Okay, everyone but Prentiss I need you to stay."

Emily raises an eyebrow. "What did I do?"

"It's about tomorrow. You'll have an email when you get to your desk."

Rossi sits forward. "I don't like this, Aaron. It has the feeling of trying to drive a wedge between us. Why not put some other team up against us instead of Emily?"

Hotch folds his hands over the folder in front of him. "It's not about driving a wedge between us. It's about using what Emily learned during her time with Interpol to test us against that sort of mind."

"You mean the mind of a gun-running terrorist willing to kill anyone who gets in her way," Emily says bitterly. "Good thing I keep Doc Westfallen on speed dial."

"Hotch, this isn't right," JJ says. "Not only did her time at Interpol nearly kill her several times over but it nearly drove us apart as a team when we got her back. There's got to be a reason they are using her like this; using us all like this."

"As far as I know there's no underlying motive."

"Yeah, as far as you know," Rossi points out.

Hotch sits back in his seat. "We'll do this drill. We will all do it to the best of our abilities, including Prentiss. If she beats us, so be it. We won't give anyone the chance to say we threw the drill or that we resisted it completely."

Everyone looks around at each other. Hotch's meaning is clear: they would all do their best to make sure they can't be split up as a result of the drill. Emily stands and gathers her things.

"Good luck tomorrow. I won't go easy on you."

"Nor will we on you," Hotch promises her.

When the team leaves the conference room 30 minutes later Emily is gone. She's left a note on JJ's desk saying she'll meet her wife and Garcia at their favorite deli at 12:15. JJ sits down at her desk, contemplating the strange drill her team will be running tomorrow. Morgan is drafting up an entry and retrieval plan based on the information they have been given. They will meet again at 4 to run it down.

Reid walks by and pats her on the shoulder. "So, do I get in trouble if I'm the one that takes down your wife?"

JJ manages a smile. "I'll forgive you. Emily, on the other hand, holds a grudge."

Reid grins and goes to his desk. JJ takes a deep breath. She would not let this crazy drill get to her. She had a job to do both at her desk and the next day in Hogan's Alley. And she would do it all to the best of her ability. With that resolve in mind, she grabs the first case file off her desk and gets to work.


At their favorite deli just off base, Garcia squeals with delight as Emily tells her JJ's date was perfect from start to finish. She moans, picturing the 7 course masterpiece Francois had come up with for dinner. She stabs her coleslaw viciously.

"Emily, a cousin, maybe?" she pleads, hoping for some relative she can marry.

Emily laughs. "Sorry, Pen, my parents were only children."

Garcia sighs. "It figures."

JJ reaches across and stops the abuse of the side dish Garcia is stabbing over and over. "Penelope, what happened with Kevin?"

Garcia drops her fork. "I got all pretty. I made his favorite dinner. I wore a new negligee. I even got strawberries and whipped crème for dessert and, uh, after dessert, you know?" The other two ladies nod. "And he comes over and he wants to show me a new program he's working on. No problem. But then I noticed an error in the coding. I pointed it out and he got all pissy. I was just trying to help. So he decides he has to fix it right then. So before dinner is even served he's leaving and saying it's probably best because he obviously isn't smart enough to be around me."

"Oh, Pen," JJ says sympathetically.

"I'll smack him!" Emily promises angrily.

JJ grabs her wife's hands. "Let's try non-violent intervention first, baby."

"Uh, right. Sorry. Guess I'm a little tense still about tomorrow."

JJ studies her wife a moment and nods. She then turns back to Garcia. "What can we do for you, Pen?"

Garcia shrugs. "I don't know. It just seems like if we can completely ignore work stuff we're fine. But if he asks my opinion and it differs from his he gets all…all jealous and bitter. Maybe it's because of my promotion."

JJ and Emily exchange a look then look back at their friend. "What promotion?" they ask simultaneously.

Garcia laughs. "Wipe the fear off your faces; I'm not leaving the BAU. It's just an increase in pay grade and the ability to start a cyber task force when needed without having to go through the head of the department. I think it's mostly for show since I have only had to draw in other analysts a few times but this way I won't disrupt his weekend any more."

"That's great, Garcia. Congratulations," JJ tells her.

"Yeah. We should do something to celebrate," Emily says.

Garcia plops her head on her hand, her elbow on the table. "I tried to celebrate. Instead I scared my boyfriend off."

"Want us to talk to him?"

Garcia laughs sadly. "No, I think that would just make him even more tense and hard-headed. I'll talk to him tonight and see if he has his- -oh."

Emily and JJ turn to see Kevin standing a few feet away. He waves nervously at the table but his eyes are on Garcia. Emily glances at her watch.

"So I, uh, have a call to make."

"Me, too," JJ agrees. The Prentiss women stand. JJ pats Kevin on the arm. "Can you give Garcia a ride back to base?"

He just nods. As they leave he sits down and starts to beg forgiveness for ruining Garcia's special night.

"Still want to kick his ass," Emily says.

JJ looks at her wife. "Em, what is your role tomorrow? I can see in your eyes you don't like it."

Emily takes a deep breath. "I can't tell you everything but…essentially…it sounds like something out of my time as Lauren." JJ gasps. "It looks like you all are Lauren and I'm Marcos San Mejia." Emily turns and stares into her wife's eyes. "But I'm not playing it that way. I'm doing it my way, not how they want it played."

"What is this about?"

"I have no idea. But I know I don't like it. The thing is, I don't think they are testing me. They already know what I can do; what I have done. This is about the rest of you. And that's why I have to make sure you all fail and fail miserably." She gives her wife a smile. "No offense."

JJ grins. "None taken. If you're right I hope you kick our ass. If you're wrong, I'm gonna wipe the floor with you."

Emily laughs. "I hope you do, sweetheart. I hope you do."


When Emily and JJ get home that night they go straight to the kitchen to check on the kids, especially Rocky. They smile as they hear their little girl babbling away, obviously not a bit bothered by her injury.

"MAMA! MOMMY!" Henry yells excitedly when he sees them.

"Hey, Champ, how you doing today?"

"Henry good. Wok good, too."

JJ smiles and kisses his head. "Good to know, Little Man."

Emily checks Rocky's chin and sees the bandage is still on it firmly. "Looks good, Rocky." She kisses her daughter's head and turns to Francesca. "She's left it alone?"

"Mostly. Sometimes she touches it and gets the same look as you get when you ponder something. It is very cute!"

Emily smiles. "I bet it is." She ruffles Henry's hair. "Glad you kept an eye on your little sister for us."

He smiles proudly. "Love Wok."

"And she loves you, too, Henry," Emily assures him.

The women head upstairs to get changed so they can take over dinner duties and Francesca can call it a day. As they are changing, Emily looks at JJ.

"When the new baby comes, we may need to think about hiring an assistant for Francesca. At least for during the day while we're at work."

JJ nods. "May not be a bad idea. We'll see what she thinks and she can help us hire someone."

"Yes, that way she'll know if she can handle them. Or maybe so she'll know the new nanny can handle Francesca."

JJ laughs. "Yeah, I think that's the way it is. We'll talk to her about it as we get closer to moving forward with Prentiss #3."

Emily smiles and pulls her wife close. "I can't wait. I can't wait to really be by your side from start to finish."

JJ gives her a quick peck. "I can't wait, either, Emily. You were so good to me last time. I can't wait to take every step with you."

The two go downstairs to have dinner with their kids…and both can't help but imagine what it will be like with one more child in the mix.