A/N: Last2Know—I am so sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family. I am humbled to know I was a little bit of help to you in your grieving process. Best wishes to you, my friend.

Long into the night, Emily cuddles up against JJ's back. Both women are lost in their thoughts about the meeting with Declan. Emily has an idea she knows what is going on in her wife's mind. Finally she eases back and rolls JJ over.

"Jennifer, there was no easy way to say what you said. And Declan's a smart kid. If you had tried to reword it or downplay it, he would have thought you were trying to lie to him. Coming right out and saying it was perfect. And something tells me his…his doubts are more about him than you."

JJ frowns. "What do you mean by that?"

"Jen, his eyes never looked sad, never looked upset until he told you he was glad you saved me and Rocky. And then he looked ashamed. I think…I think he is more worried that we'll think he's more like Ian than he is like Tom."

JJ reviews the entire evening in her mind. Sure she was a profiler, but emotions had been driving her. Stepping back, taking a more clinical look at the scene she sees Emily could be right. She sighs.

"I hope you're right." JJ stares into her wife's eyes. "I hope you know I have no regrets at all about killing Doyle. I'd do the same damn thing the same damn way again."

Emily smiles. "I know, sweetheart. That doesn't mean you don't have some mixed emotions now that you're getting to know Declan. We'll get through this. You'll see. Declan will just be here on the weekends while Tom is in Germany. Things will be okay. It will give us a chance to see if…if the worst happens…" Emily shakes her head. "No, not going to say it. Declan doesn't need to lose any more people in his life."

JJ smiles. "You're right. He doesn't. I won't take you away from him again. We'll get things worked out. We always do."

Emily nods. "That's right. We do."

Emily leans down and gives JJ a gentle kiss. She rolls back, pulling JJ in close. JJ tucks her head into her wife's shoulder. Finally they fall asleep, their hands locked together over "Rocky."

JJ is pacing anxiously. Emily just watches, knowing better than to try to calm her wife down. Will had called and he should be arriving any minute to drop off Henry. Emily had warned him JJ wanted to discuss the custody grab he had attempted. Will had just sighed, knowing he deserved whatever JJ was going to throw at him."

JJ hears the car door slam and stops pacing.

"Jen, wait here. I'll get Henry and take him upstairs. Don't let him hear your anger."

JJ just nods, standing where the little boy wouldn't see her. A few minutes later a guilty-faced Will walks into the living room. JJ glares at him.

"What the fuck, Will?"

"JJ, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was—"

"Damn fucking right you were wrong! I was honest with you from the start of Emily's kidnapping. I made sure you knew Henry was protected. I made sure you knew he would remain protected." She steps closer to him. "I even asked if you would want any sort of added security for yourself and your extended family, including that busy-body, bigoted bitch Jolene! And you respond by kidnapping Henry! Fuck you!"

Will steps closer, his own anger flaring. "I didn't kidnap him, JJ! Fuck, I was scared! What if you hadn't found Emily in two weeks? What if that bastard Doyle had gotten away? Do you know how many fucking 'what if's' I had to live for two weeks? Do you even care how fucking scared and helpless I felt?" He steps even closer. "Tell me you wouldn't have used the damn Prentiss connections to take Henry from me if I had been the one to bring that hell into his world! Shit, you had already made sure I couldn't see him until she was back!"

Blue eyes go black with anger. "I would have never let you lose him! For any reason! I would have made sure that somehow, someway you would have gotten to see each other. In fact, I had already told Hotch we needed to arrange something for you. Yes, I was scared shitless about Emily but I never, EVER forgot about what is important to our son!"

Will runs a hand through his hair. He blows out a deep breath, shame in his eyes and voice when he finally speaks. "I…I didn't know that."

"I know. Because you never bothered to talk to meabout anything. You fucking listened to Jolene and snatched Henry." She pinches the bridge of her nose. Her voice is quieter when she talks next. More sad than angry. "You never even let me say goodbye. I had just gotten Emily and our unborn child back only to lose Henry. Do you know what that did to me? Do you even care?"

Will sighs. "Yes, I care."

JJ looks up at him. "I collapsed, Will. Lost it completely. I felt like…like somehow I was being punished for helping to find Emily and the baby instead of just staying beside Henry the whole time. He had Francesca and a squad of Marine's guarding him. I did everything I could to protect him and I still lost him. And it wasn't to that bastard Doyle it was to you! I never thought I could hate you, Will. We had a good year together. We have Henry and I can't imagine my life without him. But now I can imagine my life without you. I never thought I could feel this way."

Will drops down onto the couch. "I can't say anything more than I'm sorry, JJ. I was scared and I let that fear overpower my common sense. I had already started regretting my actions before Emily showed up at the hotel. I really am sorry."

JJ stares at him for a minute. "Then tell me this: if she hadn't shown up, would you have gotten on that plane with Henry the next morning?"

Will stares at the floor for a few minutes. He finally looks up. "I…I don't know. I'd like to say no but…I just don't know."

JJ stares at him. She can tell he is being honest but it isn't stilling the anger in her heart. She crosses her arms across her chest. "At least you were honest with that answer. I want Henry to know you, Will. But I swear to God, if you ever pull something like this again we won't need to get the Prentiss connections to crush you. I'll crush you myself."

Will stands and nods. "I understand. And I won't do it again. I swear."

He reaches out his arms to hug her but she steps back.

"No. No, you've lost the right to be that friendly with me. Just go say goodbye to Henry and get out."

"I…I already said my goodbyes. I'll see you next month."

JJ just nods. She doesn't even walk him to the door. When she hears his car leave she goes and locks the front door. She then goes into the kitchen and pours herself a large glass of wine.

She heads back into the living room to study the pictures scattered around. She sees a picture of Will and Emily playing with Henry's train set on Christmas day. Things had been so easy that day.

Her eyes move to another picture: her and Will with Henry at the park. Emily had taken the picture of the couple pushing Henry back and forth on a swing. They looked so happy together.

She takes a deep gulp of wine. Right now she can't imagine ever being happy around Will again. No matter what he says she is going to have a hard time believing he wouldn't make a grab for Henry again. For Henry she would be cordial to Will.

But JJ will never trust Will again.

When JJ finishes her wine, she heads upstairs. She peeks into Henry's room but her wife and son aren't there. She heads to the master bedroom and finds Henry curled up beside Emily, who is reading to him from his animated book of myths. She doesn't notice her wife at the door.

"And that is how Athena was born." She looks down at Henry. "How does Athena sound for a name for your sister?"

Henry laughs and waves his hands. "No!"

"Hmmm…you're right. Might be a little much. Especially if your mother agrees to the middle name I want."

JJ grins. "Let me guess: Emily?"

Emily looks around. "Hi." She stares at JJ with concern. "He's gone?"

"Yep."

"Severely injured?"

JJ shakes her head. "Nope. Just…gone."

"Things okay with you two?"

JJ slowly shakes her head. "No. Not sure they ever will be again. But we'll muddle through for the sake of the Little Man there."

Emily smiles. "That's good. I just hope…hope things get better with time."

"We'll see." She walks over and climbs up on the other side of Henry. "So, about the middle name. Your mother told me about the Dupois tradition of the mother's first name being the middle name. We'll just have to find a name that goes with—"

"I'd like it to be Amy," Emily interrupts.

"—Emily which may be—," JJ stutters to a stop. She looks into her wife's eyes. "Wh—what?"

"Whatever the first name, I'd like the middle name to be Amy. She meant the world to you and your brother and your parents. Maybe we can make her name not hurt so much again. It's up to you, babe," Emily finishes.

JJ just stares at her wife, tears in her eyes. She is unconsciously fingering the necklace she wears. Henry just stares at his mommy, confused by her stillness. He rolls over and pats her leg.

"Boo." He kisses her arm, as if to make her better.

JJ breaks her eyes away from Emily and looks down at their son. He looks at her with such love and concern she can't help but smile. She pulls him into her arms, rolling on her back so he can lie on her chest.

"Thank you, Henry. All better now."

He gives her a big hug and a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Emily watches them, worried maybe she had made a bad decision regarding a potential daughter's name. Finally JJ looks over at her.

"I think it's perfect, baby. But you're the one to tell your mother about breaking tradition."

Emily smiles. "Just means you have to have a daughter, too."

JJ chuckles. "I'll do my best. What if it's a boy?"

Emily shrugs. "I have no idea. Maybe Morgan Spencer Aaron David Prentiss?"

JJ bursts out laughing. "I know you're trying not to make one of them feel left out but it would cause issues with name order."

"Hmm…good point. We'll go alphabetical: Aaron David Morgan Spencer Prentiss."

"Uhhh, how about we keep working on that one," JJ says with a wink.

Emily laughs. "Yeah, uh, okay." She looks at Henry. "You have any good names for us, Champ?"

He holds up his hand. "Mama!"

Emily chuckles. "Sorry, that one's taken."

"Dada!"

Emily nods. "That one, too. You need to get more original, Champ." She takes his waving hand and kisses it. "Let us know if you come up with something better."

JJ smiles, watching Emily have a "conversation" with their son. She reaches out a hand and takes Emily's.

"You have always been so good with him. You're a natural mother."

Emily smiles. "Really?" JJ nods. "Thanks. I was always scared I'd be terrible. But I think he made it easy for me. He's a really good kid, Jen."

JJ stares at her. "What was…was it like for you with Declan?"

Emily blows out a breath as she thinks. "It was…surprisingly easy. He was older, of course but he was the only bright spot in my world at that time." She pauses a minute. "He saved my life, Jen. Until then I didn't care if I lived or died. But suddenly I knew I had to live to save that little boy's life. I didn't really give a damn about bringing down Ian and his network anymore. By that time I was so enmeshed in being Lauren Reynolds that I figured I was just as much a demon as Doyle was. Then I found out Declan was his son and knew I had to live if only to make sure Declan didn't get sucked into that world."

JJ strokes her hand down Emily's arm. "Then I am even happier to have Declan in our life. He helped make you the woman that I love. And he helped make sure you lived to become the woman that I love."

Emily smiles. "Thank you, Jen. Now, who here is hungry?"

"MMM! Cookie!" Henry chimes.

JJ giggles. "Um, how about dinner first, Little Man?"

"No! Cookie!"

Emily stands. "I agree, Champ. Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first." She picks him up to let JJ stand.

JJ stares at the two most important people in her life. Both have mischievous smirks on their faces. "Dinner first, dessert second. Or no one gets a cookie…or anything else, later," she says, an eyebrow raised to stress what treat Emily could lose.

Emily looks at Henry. "Sorry, buddy, Mommy wins. Dinner first. I want a treat later."

"Cookie!"

Emily kisses his forehead. "Trust me…what I get is even better."

JJ's giggle follows Emily and Henry out of the bedroom.