Emily stares at the DA dumbfounded. "You're serious? They're trying to say that because I am a woman I was upset that a woman killed so many that I want to pin one death on a man? Really? If that was my goal, why not tell Detective Taylor a man killed them all?" To herself she thinks. "And if they find out I'm gay it will be even worse, I'm sure. I'll be a lesbian, feminist avenger of some sort."

The DA sighs. "Agent Prentiss, I assure you, that defense won't fly. You're profile is spot on for the Waddell cases. And you were spot on that the killer of the victim initially tied to Waddell had to have a law enforcement connection. They are grasping at straws. We've offered them a deal for Scott but they think if they discredit you they can beat the charge."

Emily shrugs. "Let them try. My record shows I know how to profile. I've never been discredited yet."

"Have you ever been wrong?"

She frowns. "Wrong? What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you ever written a profile that is wrong?"

Emily thinks a moment. "Well, there are times we start a profile with certain information but over time, as more leads develop, we refine the profile. But just out and out wrong? Not that I can remember."

"Good. Then let's get looking at what led you to separate this case from the others."

Emily spends the entire morning with the DA and his assistant. They pick apart her findings. She is not offended. The better they know it the better they can present it to a jury. They are about to break at noon when a messenger arrives."

"Agent Prentiss?"

"Yes?"

He hands her a summons. "The defense wants to depose you this afternoon." He looks at the DA and hands him a summons. "Their request for all you have gathered this morning."

The DA throws up his hands. "That's crazy! We haven't even finished with her, nor do we have it written up. What freakin' judge signed off on this?"

"Judge Holder."

The DA rolls his eyes. "I should have fucking figured. Call his clerk. I need to see him. Contact the defense. They will want to be there." He looks at Emily. "I apologize, Agent Prentiss. This may drag into tomorrow. Will that be okay?"

Emily nods. "I'm here to help you convict a killer. What should I do about the summons?"

He sighs. "I hate to say this but show up. Hopefully I can get things settled by the time you get there but if not just…just go along with the deposition. I'll call you myself this evening."

She nods. "Okay."

She heads out. She sends a text to JJ. "You won't believe this shit. I'll be here until tomorrow. Calling Hotch now. Love you." She hits send then hits Hotch's speed dial.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, I kinda hit a snag up here," Emily states. She then tells him what is going on. She hears him sigh and pictures him slumping back in his chair, pinching his nose. She can't help but grin.

"Okay. So you will attend the deposition this afternoon?"

"Yes. DA wants to make sure they can't say I was dodging them. I'll finish with him tomorrow."

"Right. Well, good luck. If you need anything, call us or the local field office."

"I will. Heading to the hotel to grab a bite and rest a bit. Hotch…my freakin' ankles are starting to swell."

Hotch laughs. "Ah, yes, I remember that from Hailey and JJ. You might have to expand your shoe collection."

Emily laughs. "Hmm…bonus for me! Make sure you tell that to Jen. She's put me on shoe restriction."

He chuckles. "Sorry, Prentiss, not getting in between the lion and the tiger on that one. Good luck."

"Wimp."

"Yep. Talk to you later."

"See you, Hotch."

Emily hangs up and sees she has a return text from JJ. "That sucks. Of course…we could have another 'phone' call tonight to pass the time. Love you, E!"

Emily shivers at the thought. She smiles as she responds. "I love 'phone' calls. Love you, baby."

Emily is glad she had thought to put a copy of "Slaughterhouse-Five" in her briefcase. As she sits in the defense attorney's office reading it she sees the secretary glance at her several times. Finally the woman speaks.

"I love 'Breakfast of Champions.' Especially the author's conversations with his character Kilgore Trout."

Emily smiles at her. "Really? That's my best friend's favorite, too."

The woman gives Emily a killer smile. "Maybe we can have dinner tonight and discuss some of his other works, too. 'Mother Night' is another favorite."

Emily's grin falters. "Uh, yeah. Me, too. Morgan's also a big fan of that one. Strange that you should mention those two books."

The woman glances away but Emily sees the sudden pulse change. Something is going on. Emily stands and approaches the desk.

"What is going on here?"

The woman sighs. "I knew this wouldn't work. My boss wanted me to try to seduce you. He gave me information he got from a friend who works at the FBI. He even made me study up on Vonnegut. If you hadn't pulled out that book I have noidea how I could have brought it up in casual conversation."

"What exactly would seducing me accomplish?" Emily asks, extremely annoyed.

"Honestly? The only thing I can think of is he'd use it to show you were untrustworthy."

Emily nods. "I see. Well, you can tell your boss it wouldn't have worked. I am happily married. I am fully and completely devoted to my wife. And being as I am carrying our child there is no way in hell I am going to fuck up the best thing I have ever hadin my life. At this time, I'm leaving and I will be making the DA aware of this tactic. You can tell your boss my profile was accurate and that his client is guilty as hell. Good day."

Emily storms out of the building. Her blood is boiling. She stops for a moment to catch her breath. She calls the DA's assistant first and lets her know what has happened. She then calls Garcia.

"Pen, I need you to do a quick check for me. Someone at the FBI knows this prick, excuse my French, of a lawyer and fed him information on me. I want to know who and I want to deal with them myself. Understood?"

"Got it, Em. Will hit you back when I track down the rat."

After two days of attorneys fighting each other, a plea deal is finally agreed to and Emily's testimony is no longer needed. She is pretty sure it was the threat of sanctions for the underhanded tactics that got the defense to cave. Either way, she is happy to put that case behind her.

She flies out Friday morning and heads straight for Quantico when she lands. She heads to JJ's office to greet her wife.

"Hey, baby."

"Em! Hi, hon!"

They exchange a hug a kiss.

"I missed you so much," JJ says. "You never called in the middle of the night. No nightmares? Really"

Emily smiles. "Not a one. Maybe I'm really past this, Jen. I mean, I'm sure when I get stressed it will be what my subconscious grabs but I don't think it's just going to haunt me for no reason."

JJ nods. "I am so glad. Welcome home, sweetheart. In more ways than one."

Emily nods. "Good to be home and complete for you." She gives JJ one more kiss then heads to her desk. She drops her briefcase on it and turns on her computer. While that is booting she walks up to Morgan. "Buy you a coffee?"

He looks up at her and sees a strange look in her eye. He nods. "Definitely."

He gets up and follows her to the break room. She tells him about the Vonnegut trap that had been set for her. And told him about the books they had openly discussed several times being the ones mentioned. He frowns.

"Could they have just been lucky?"

"Nope. Turns out the attorney is a college buddy of our own Agent Anderson." They both turn and look at the agent who was trying desperately to make his way onto a BAU team. "I don't think he realized what he was doing but maybe we need to have a bit of a discussion with him about giving out private info. Even seemingly innocent info."

Morgan slowly nods. "Yeah, I think we should. How do you want to do it?"

"Call Garcia. Tell her to loop the file room camera. I'll ask him for help. You know, weak, little pregnant woman needs a big, strong man to grab a box for her."

Morgan laughs. "And if he falls for that we will know for sure he's not BAU material."

Emily chuckles as they split up. A few minutes later she 'waddles' into the file room, holding her back.

"Thanks so much, Anderson. My back is just killing me!"

He smiles. "No problem. I'm glad I could help. Now which case is it?"

"The Vonnegut case."

"Vonnegut?" He frowns. "Like the author?"

Morgan shuts the door and locks it. "Yep, the author. See two of his biggest fans are pretty damn pissed that he was nearly used to derail a murder case."

Anderson swallows nervously. "Ummm…what?"

"Your frat brother up in Boston…didn't you think it strange he wanted information on me?" Emily says, stepping closer to him.

Anderson's eyes are wide with fright. "What? But…he said he wanted to get you a present! He asked about your friends and who you talked to and if you were seeing anyone and—"

"So you just gave it all to him? We're FBI agents, you idiot!" Morgan shouts. "We don't give that kind of information to ANYONE! Not even frat brothers!"

"But—but—but—"

Morgan gets right up in his face. "Do you not remember nearly losing Emily a few weeks ago? Do you not remember every fucking department in this building searching for her? Why the hell would you give out any information on her or me or anyone knowing the risk to us? Are you that fucking stupid?"

Emily had watched Morgan's anger grow to fury. Suddenly worried he could cross a line, she lays a hand on his arm. "Easy, Derek." She can see he is ready to snap Anderson in two. Anderson sees it, too.

"I…I didn't think…I swear." He looks at Emily. "I was wrong. I am so sorry. I swear: it will never happen again. And I swear I will kick his ass when I see him. He abused our brotherhood. I'll make sure the other PiKA's know."

Emily nods. "Good. Get out." He doesn't have to be asked twice. Emily locks the door again and turns to her best friend. "Derek?"

Morgan takes a deep breath and leans against the wall. "I was ready to tear him apart with my bare hands, Em. All I could think was…what if he'd somehow given info to Doyle. And then I wondered what if he knew about…about Buford. Who would he tell?"

She steps close and pulls him into a hug. "I know what you mean. Trust me: those thoughts crossed my mind, too. Derek, did you ever set up an appointment with Dr. Westfallen's colleague? You saw how she helped us. Her friend can help you, too."

Derek slowly nods. "I know. I'll call her today. I guess…I guess I need to get this worked out."

"Yeah. Trust me: you'll feel better if you do. I never thought I'd believe that but I do. Two nights away from Jen and not a single nightmare. Trust me, the shrinks help sometimes."

Morgan looks at her and smiles. "Okay, okay, you convinced me. I'll call her now."

"Good boy. Don't forget to tell Garcia to unloop the camera in here when you're done."

"Hey, Em? Thanks."

"No, thank you. Couldn't have scared that little shit without you."

He chuckles. "Trust me, Emily: you could have."

Emily laughs and heads back to her desk as Morgan gets out his phone and calls the doc.