When Emily reaches the Capital she takes two hours to do a full sweep with the head of security. She makes notes on places unsubs could conceal themselves or bombs. The agent does not like the number of civilians she sees still in the building. She glances at her watch.

"It's nearly 7. Is it always this busy still?"

"Some nights even busier. If they are running a filibuster or there is a contentious debate we could see it this busy all night. However, considering why you are here, we have asked that the offices on site try to empty by midnight. We've said it was for a standard security drill."

Emily nods. "Good work. At 12:01 send your two most efficient men to do a sweep and make note of anyone still working here."

"What about the outer offices?"

Emily shakes her head. "Your concern is this building. The offsite office buildings are being taken care of by those security officers. But it's my belief if a terrorist is hiding, he's here. There are more ways for someone to sneak in as a constituent or a citizen wanting to see how their government works. If they have done their research, which they are sure to have done, they will know where to hide and the best ways to get there without you or your guards seeing them."

"But what about our cameras?"

"All it would take is a proximity jammer or a hacker running a loop for them."

He nods. "Good points. So what more do you need from me?"

"Just a place to set up shop for now. And for your men to be more vigilant than ever. I'll brief your morning team at 0600. My teams will be here at 7 to brief and get into position."

"You still sure the target time is the lunch hours?"

Emily slowly nods. "Unless something comes up to change that theory."

"Out of curiosity, why not morning rush?"

Emily grins. "I was a child of diplomats. I know a lot of people in the political machine sleep in so they can sleep it off."

The man starts to laugh. "True, Agent Prentiss. Very, very true."

He takes Emily back to the security office and gives her an empty room to use as her headquarters during the operation. She plugs in her computer and pulls up the files that her team had turned in earlier in the day. Something was still not sitting quite right with her about Brent and some of the information Garcia had dug up. Thirty minutes after she starts reading she sits up straight.

"Son of a bitch…"

She grabs her briefcase and pulls out some printouts she had received from Garcia. She flips through and pulls out the two she is looking for. Turning to her computer she starts a new search, hoping to find even more than Garcia had given her.

"Damn, I wish I hadn't sent Pen home. Should have asked if she'd come with me," Emily mutters. She knows she can find the information but knows Garcia would have found it faster. She can only hope she will find it in time to save lives.

Garcia is pacing in the living room. JJ walks in after tucking in Henry.

"Pen, you okay?"

"Yes. No. Yes. Maybe. I think so. Maybe not. Yes?"

JJ grins. "I only asked once," she jokes.

"Jayje, have you ever felt something was staring you in the face and yet you're not seeing it but it's right there if you just knew exactly what to look for but you kind of do but you didn't see it even though it was obvious in it's not so obviousness?"

JJ stares at her best friend. "What the hell are you asking me?" she asks in confusion.

Garcia stops and stares at JJ. "I think I gave Emily information that needed a little more information to be good information."

"What kind of information?"

"I don't know. It's just…a niggling feeling in the back of my mind. I really think that I had something and if the stuff with Brent hadn't happened I might have seen it sooner and gotten more out of it."

"Okay. Still confusing but I think I've got the gist of what you're saying. Want to boot up your laptop and see what you can find?"

"No." Garcia takes a deep breath. "I want to go to Emily. I want to work this with her."

JJ frowns. "Now? You want to go now?"

Garcia nods. "Yes."

JJ studies her best friend. This is not a whim. This is not an over-reaction. This is a heartfelt need to solve the case.

"Call her, Pen. Tell her what you're feeling and thinking. Let her decide what you should do."

"Why not just go and force her hand?"

"Because it's after 7 and I have a feeling you won't even get in the front door unless she clears it."

"Ah. Good point." Garcia whips out her cell phone. "Thanks, Jayje."

"No problem, Pen," she replies with a smile.

Garcia punches Emily's prompt

"Prentiss," Emily answers without looking.

"I need to be with you," Garcia states.

Emily is taken by surprise. "Uh, what?"

"I think I missed information you need. I think…I know it's there and I can find it but I got distracted by Brent and I need to find the rest or you will- -"

"Okay."

"- -miss something important and…uh, what?"

"I said okay. I know what you're talking about. I'm trying to find it myself but I can't do it as fast as you can. I'll send a car for you. You'll need to have your badge when you get here and 2 Capital cops will meet you at the road."

"Thanks, Emster. See you soon."

"No, Garcia, thank you."

Garcia hangs up and looks at JJ. "She's sending a car."

JJ nods. "I knew she would. Way to trust your gut, Pen."

Garcia grins. "Thanks."

Knowing Garcia is on her way, Emily steps away from the computer. She paces in the small room she's been given. If her suspicions prove accurate she needed to make some changes to the assignments. She'd put Morgan with Reid. She'd partner with Noth. If she's right he may be the second mole.

"But it doesn't feel right. The financials say Farrelli but I just don't feel that," she says to herself. "And truth is something doesn't sit right with Noth being a mole even though he failed the test I gave him. In fact, he's the only one that failed. But he is eager to prove himself and let's face it, his 'success' with the false lead was more speculation than fact. Okay, so what about Allen? He gave up before the others. Was it because he accepted it was a false trail and knew there were better leads to concentrate on or was he just trying to prove he's not the mole by…fuck, Emily, now you're going paranoid with your speculation."

She paces silently a moment. She suddenly stops and turns back to the computer. "Follow the money," she mumbles.

She sits down and starts to try to find the money trail from Farrelli back to its origin. Is the agent really the one benefiting from this money or was it a set-up. Does anything in his background say he's had the ability and opportunity to set up this sort of money train?

Before she can finish the search, the head of security pops his head in. "Agent Prentiss? You have to see this. I think it's a bomb?"

"Shit."

Emily leaps up and follows him. "I'll need two of your men to meet my analyst at the front doors in about an hour. A private car will be delivering her here."

"Will do. They have the pictures of your team."

"Good."

He radios it in as they continue to jog to the location of the suspected device. They head down into the bowels of the Capital to the railway that leads to the Russell building. In a small maintenance closet they see a technician kneeling over a large cylindrical device.

"Report," Emily orders.

"Definitely a bomb, ma'am. Cell phone detonator. I was able to remove the battery from it."

"Good work. What's inside?"

"No clue yet. Waiting on a canister so we can remove it."

"Okay. When you get it dissected you need to recreate it completely: same size, weight, etc. and you have to get it back in this place by 4 a.m."

"Uh, why?" the tech asks.

"So the terrorists can find it," she says, eyebrow raised.

The tech and the security chief both chuckle. The chief pats her on the back.

"I like the way you think, Agent."

She nods. "Thanks. Should any more be found, same course of action. They need to think they can succeed."

"Understood, ma'am."

Emily heads back upstairs to her office. She goes over what she knows and what she suspects. There had to be one more mole. There just had to be. She suddenly freezes.

"Holy shit…it's so simple it's why I missed it."

She starts to run, needing to confirm what she's thinking before someone else gets hurt or the cell goes underground. Who better to set up a mole in a team? Who better to make sure the cell is warned? Who better to bury the truth and help scrub backgrounds, including an Iraqi loyalist father? Who better than the man who put it all together?

"Harlan, what the fuck have you done?"

When Garcia arrives at the Capital, she sees two handsome armed men waiting for her. She can't help but smile at them and flirt a bit.

"Well, if Emily had told me you all would be my escorts I'd have dressed up."

One man smiles as the other rolls his eyes. "This way, Agent Garcia," the nicer one says and leads her on. He is so cute Garcia doesn't even correct him about the "agent" title.

When she enters the office she sees Emily smack the desk. "Damn you! Why won't you tell me the things you tell Penelope?" Emily barks at her computer.

"Easy, Princess. The goddess is here to work her magic."

Emily looks up with relief. "Thank God! Get up and running, Pen. I have a hunch we need to play out. And if it proves accurate we're about to make the team very, very angry."

"Oh, why?" Garcia asks.

"Because I'll want them here very, very early to put an amended plan into action."

Garcia takes over Emily's computer as Emily closes and locks the office door. Emily leans on the front of the desk.

"The money supposedly going to Farrelli: Is it really all the money from the various accounts or just a small portion? And where does it start? And if just a small portion, where is the rest?"

"Okay, I can find that. Will take a little time but I can do it."

"Good. Then look deeper into Harlan Wayans. He's the big danger here. Brent was a sacrificial lamb. She ran before she should have known to run at Quantico. She knew to swap her phones. The only one who knew about the phones was Harlan. The only one who could have warned her to bolt if Allen or Farrelli were suddenly separated for questioning is Harlan."

"Oh my God! That's what wasn't right! I know just what to look for."

"Good, Pen."

"Look, it's going to take a while. Catch a nap. I'll wake you if I find something you need to see." She holds up 3 fingers. "Scouts honor."

Emily chuckles, thinking back to a conversation she once had with Hotch. "Were you ever a scout?"

"A Brownie. But the uniforms were so dull I didn't last long."

Emily laughs. "I so totally believe that. I'll be back in a minute."

She walks down the hall to where she can look out a window over the city. She hits her home number.

"Hey, baby. Garcia make it?"

"Yeah, she did. She's running down my hunch. If I'm right, and I hate the fact that I think I am, I'm going to need you all here earlier."

"You think it's a morning attack?"

"I think there's another mole and I think this one knows too much."

JJ is silent a moment. "Holy shit…you think it's Wayans."

"Yeah, I do," Emily says sadly. "It all fits. Stuff even you all don't know about. It just all fits. He's the one that vetted the team. Done right, he'd have found Brent's birth father."

"Unless he didn't want it found."

"Exactly."

"Damn. So you've been busy."

Emily runs a hand down her face. "You have no idea. They found a bomb, Jen."

"Oh, shit!"

"Yeah. They've disabled it and will replace it with a replica. If they find anymore they will do the same thing."

"Good idea. Em, if this op succeeds you'll have a lot of doors open to you."

Emily swallows. "I…I know."

"I'll support you whatever you decide. You're a good leader, Em."

"I'm too emotionally unstable to be a team leader."

"No, you're not. You're proving that right now. You can put it aside to do the job. You always could. You're just working on what to do when the job is done."

"And until I get a handle on that, I can't be a team leader."

JJ smiles. "We'll just have to agree to disagree on that."

Emily grins. "I guess so." She thinks a moment. "Jen…in case tomorrow…goes wrong…I love you. I'm sorry for walking out on you and the kids. Westfallen pointed out I was repeating a pattern started by my father; a pattern I fucking hated and still hate. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for not being the one in the woods and I sure as hell shouldn't have been mad that you found Blair too late to keep me from…what happened. I was wrong."

"I was wrong, too, Em. I may not have been wrong about the case but I was wrong for the way I handled you in the aftermath. I should have seen what Penelope saw and I didn't. There's no excuse for that. When you shove me away you need my love the most. And instead I let you walk out that door and I got pissed at you. Maybe you deserved a little pissed but you needed my help more. I'm so sorry, Em."

"I forgive you, Jen. We'll work it out. Counseling or Doc or whatever it takes, we'll work it out."

"Yeah, we will. I love you."

"I love you, too. Get some sleep, baby."

"I will. You, too."

"Going to lay down now while Garcia works on my hunch. I'll be in touch if I need you all here sooner."

"We'll be there, baby. We have your back."

Emily smiles. "I know. I'll never doubt that again. Goodnight, Jen."

"Goodnight, Emily."

Emily hangs up the phone. She stares out at the city for a moment longer before turning and going to catch some shut eye before the big day.