When Emily gets downstairs, Francesca points to a pile on the foyer table.

"The courier dropped more files and a package off for you, cara."

Emily starts towards it then stops. "Forget it. I'll check it later." She walks to the table and finds Henry nearly finished with dinner. "That looked good, Champ. Did any of it actually make it into your mouth?"

He grins at her, his face covered with spaghetti sauce. Her offers her his hand, which is covered with sauce, one little noodle hanging from it.

"Gee, thanks, Henry, but I'd hate to take it from you. You keep enjoying it," she says and kisses the top of his head.

As she stands she wipes her face. Yep…he had sauce in his hair. She laughs and looks at Francesca. "Think kids get most of their nutrients by osmosis?"

Francesca laughs. "Si, cara. Definitely." She hands Emily a plate of steamed vegetables and baked chicken breast with some sort of sauce on it.

"What's this? It smells wonderful!"

"Just trying something new. All is on the orders from your doctor so it should be good, yes?"

Emily nods. "Should be. If not I'll never tell because it smells great." She sits down and takes a bite, moaning with pleasure. "And it tastes divine! Nope, if it's not on my diet I sure as heck won't tell you."

Francesca chuckles. "I feel it would be good with a chardonnay or even that sweet white from your vineyard."

Emily slowly looks at the woman. "You can be cruel sometimes, Francesca Marconi. It would be wonderful with both of those choices…and I can't try that for several months. Cruel, cruel, cruel."

Francesca giggles. "Scusami, cara," she says, with no remorse at all.*

Emily grins. "Sure you are. So, how are things with you and Headmaster Hill?" she inquires.

Francesca blushes. "Very good, cara. But he is much busy right now with school starting again. He did say Declan has been doing very good with football."

Emily smiles. "Good! I hope things are getting back to normal for Dec now."

The two chat as they finish their dinner. Finally it is bath time for Henry. Emily smiles. "You know, we were just going to do a quick wash for you tonight, Champ. But then you had to go and wear your dinner." He just smiles. She shakes her head, grinning. "You're a little monster sometimes, Champ." She lifts him up and gives him a kiss. "But I love you so I guess I can forgive you."

An hour later she has just gotten him into his pajamas when JJ calls. She holds the phone out for him.

"Want to talk to Mommy, Champ?" He frowns. She holds up a cookie. He grins.

"MOMMY!" he exclaims.

JJ smiles. "Hey, Little Man. You taking care of Mama and Rocky for me."

"Yes! Wok kick!"

JJ laughs. "Yeah, I bet she does. Did you get to play with Ska today?"

"Yes!" He continues to babble and regale her with stories of his day.

JJ just murmurs assents in appropriate places, laughs when he does, and just soaks in everything about him. Finally she sighs. "Well, I love you, Henry. How about you give Mama the phone now, okay? I love you."

"Love Mommy." He looks at Emily. "Cookie?"

She rolls her eyes and trades the cookie for the phone. As he sits on her lap happily eating his cookie, Emily kisses his head.

"Hey, babe. Did you all have a good dinner?"

JJ smiles, leaning back on her bed. "Yeah. We laughed and talked. It was great. I think we all feel better for having done it. How was your dinner?"

"Good, except for Francesca's cruel taunt." She tells JJ about the wine comment. JJ laughs.

"I love her so much," JJ states.

"Gee, thanks. Glad to know you have my back, dear," Emily chuckles. "Well, Jen, Henry has finished his cookie. Let me get him to bed and I'll call you back, okay?"

"Okay. Give him a hug and kiss from me."

"You know I will. Talk to you soon, babe. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Emily hangs up and looks at her son. "You know, you're going to have to start speaking to her without bribery, Champ."

He just grins mischievously. She laughs and shakes her head. "Come on, you little charmer."

She takes him into the bathroom to clean off cookie residue so he can go to bed.

Back at the hotel, JJ stares at the ceiling. There was a time she would never have believed that Emily being so far away would still be as comforting as if she was right there with her. Maybe it was Afghanistan or maybe it was just their love maturing, but she feels even more centered than she had after the relaxing dinner with the team. She flips on the TV to pass the time until Emily calls back.

An hour later she hears Emily's ringtone and flips off the TV.

"I thought you'd forgotten about me," JJ teases.

"Wait…this isn't my girlfriend. Who are you?" Emily teases back.

JJ chuckles. "Watch it, woman."

Emily grins as she stands in the foyer, flipping through the files the courier had brought to her. "You know I only call her on the phone you don't know about. Ooops!"

JJ laughs fully. "You are soooo not funny. But you are sexy as hell so I guess I'll forgive you."

Emily grins. "Sexy? I'm the size of a whale, I have ankles elephants would envy, and then there are the other strange things my body is doing. How the hell is any of that sexy?" She notices the package that had arrived is marked "Personal and Private."

"It's sexy because-shit, the room phone's ringing. Hold on."

"Okay."

Emily studies the FedEx package and sees its return address is Detroit. She frowns, trying to remember anything she had assisted on in Detroit. Often they are sent gifts of thanks from local precincts and sometimes even family members. She figures it must be from a family member because she knows she hasn't done anything with Detroit in a long time.

In the hotel, JJ grabs the phone. "Jareau."

"Agent Jareau, this is the front desk. I'm afraid someone hit your SUV. Can you come down?"

JJ sighs. "Yeah, give me five minutes." She hangs up and shakes her head. "Figures." She lifts her personal phone. "Em? Someone hit my SUV. I need to go deal with it. I'll call you when I get back up here."

"Okay," Emily says. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

As JJ goes downstairs, Emily lifts up everything and makes her way up to the bedroom. She sets things down in the private office and goes into the bathroom. A few minutes later she heads into the office and pulls the quick open strip on the package. She pours all the papers out onto her desk, staring at them in confusion. It was all news clippings about the murders that the team was investigating.

"What the hell?" she mutters.

She flips through them all then looks in the box. Her frown deepens as she sees an envelope taped to the inside of the box. She pulls it off and opens it. As she reads she feels her blood pressure start to spike.

"Dear Agent Prentiss,

I am so sorry you missed this trip with your team. I assume you have either transferred or quit. I hope it's not the latter as I really want to see you again some day.

But I was quite excited to see Jennifer Jareau is still with the team. Just so you know, she'll be the last death in this city. I'll even save her for after my true target. She'll get to see me kill my weapon. It will make Detroit my favorite city ever.

By the time this gets routed to you, she'll have already been dead and buried. Maybe I'll be there to watch you all say your goodbyes to her.

I can't wait to see you.

Sincerely,
The Greatest Killer You Will NEVER Know"

Emily drops the letter and grabs her cell phone. She redials JJ but it goes straight to voice mail.

"No, no, no, no," she mutters as she hits Hotch's number.

"Hotchn-"

"JJ'S IN TROUBLE! IT'S THE GUY WHO KILLED SONIA RICKEY! SHE'S IN THE PARKING LOT!"

Hotch doesn't even question her, he races out of his room, yelling for the others as he goes.

* I'm sorry, darling.