Meanwhile at Quantico, Hotch and JJ had boxed up all of the files and knickknacks in JJ's office. Garcia had taken JJ's awards off the walls earlier to clean them off, as they had been too close to Delpy at the end. Since her new desk was identical to the old one, they had swapped out the drawers so they would not have to empty them. As the last box is set down in JJ's new office she smiles at Hotch.
"Thanks for making it a permanent switch. I'm not sure I could have gone back in that one." She shudders as her mind drifts to what might have been.
"No problem. Want me to stay and help you unpack these?" he asks, gesturing to the boxes of files.
"Don't worry about it, Hotch. I'll put everything where it needs to go. I have my own filing system."
Hotch raises an eyebrow as he pictures JJ's old office. "Really? A filing system?"
JJ laughs. "Have I ever let you down or been unable to find a case file?"
"Scarily, no you haven't. Well, if you need anything else, let me know," Hotch offers.
"I got it from here. Go spend the rest of the day with Jack."
"Thanks, JJ. And please give this to Emily. I want her cleared quickly."
JJ stares at the envelope. "Cleared? She never fired her gun!"
"No, but she was in a hostage situation. Standard procedure is to meet with the shrink before returning to duty. I took the liberty of getting her an 9 a.m. appointment on Monday so we can get it out of the way."
JJ shakes her head. "You'll understand if I don't mention this until Sunday night, right?"
Hotch just laughs and heads out, leaving JJ to her "filing system." A moment later Garcia walks in, hammer and awards in hand.
"Want them hung like they were before?" she asks.
"Yeah. Oh, and you missed the call from Emily." JJ quickly recounts what Em had told her about Elizabeth. The two blondes laugh as they picture the scene in their head.
"You know, I bet there's security cameras in the suite," Garcia says mischievously.
"Don't you dare!" JJ says laughing, knowing Garcia would tap into them in a heartbeat. "At least not without asking Emily," she adds conspiratorially.
Once Garcia has gotten the awards back on the wall, she goes over to make sure JJ's computer system is online and correctly attached to the mainframes and databases she needs access to. Satisfied, the tech goddess stand up.
"All set. You can—hey, what's wrong?"
JJ is staring at a yellow legal pad, tears rolling down her cheeks. Garcia hurries around the desk, terrified for her friend.
"Jayje? What's wrong, honey? JJ?"
JJ slowly looks up at Garcia. "She…Emily…she wrote her goodbyes to us. She…she thought she was going to die and wanted us to know…," her voice trails off.
Garcia guides JJ to the couch. "JJ, maybe you shouldn't read it."
JJ slowly looks at Garcia. "Too late."