Emily is putting the finishing touches on the deployment orders for the extra officers called in to watch the platforms at the Congressional out-buildings as well as the ones in the Capital itself. Bomb sniffing dogs have continuously swept the buildings and would continue to do so until the operation comes to a close. She sighs.

"If this isn't the right day I'll lose my badge for spending all this money," she tells her computer. She looks up as Harlan rushes in, waving 2 papers at her.

"Just got this from London."

She takes them and reads the original message, not needing the translation. "The presents are being delivered today. Tonight we will sing Allah's praises by the light of freedom's fire." She breathes a sigh of relief. "Good news is: we're right about the attack being today. Bad news is: we're right about the attack being today."

Harlan nods. "Exactly. How many devices were found last night?"

"Four. We've replaced them with replicas. We have tagged the cameras focused on the hiding places and actually manipulated them to get the best shot possible. Agent Jareau will be in charge of watching those four camera's."

"Is she the best choice? I mean, does she know what to watch for?"

Emily slowly raises her eyes and glares at the man. "Yes."

He blushes, realizing he's just questioned the abilities of Emily's wife. "Uh, right. Of course. I'll be in the command center with the head of the Secret Service and the Chief of the Capital Police. Anything you need we will get for you."

Emily nods. "I know." She stands. "Any word on pictures of the unsubs?"

"No."

Emily sighs and lifts the print out of the man from Brent's phone. "So this is the only possible picture. And we can't even be sure he's one of them."

"Considering Brent's actions I'd have to think he is," Harlan points out.

Emily nods. "I know. I hate that her fucking apartment was scrubbed clean. She had to have ordered them to sanitize it as soon as she knew I suspected a mole on the team."

"True. But the techs haven't given up. If there is anything to find to help us they will call."

"I know. But we saw the Baltimore house. They will only leave what they want us to find." She glances at her watch. "I need another cup of coffee. The team should be arriving soon."

"I'll be upstairs. Call me if you need me."

Emily nods. She has just closed her computer when someone steps into the office. She raises an eyebrow.

"You all are early."

Morgan shakes his head. "Just me so far. I wanted…needed to talk to you before all this goes down."

Emily slowly sits down, trying not to betray the fear coursing through her body. "You want out?"

Morgan closes the door and steps to the desk. "Never. I have a few things to say but first a question."

"Okay."

"Why am I partnered with you?"

Emily stares at him, trying to read why this is important. Finally she answers. "I know how you work, you know how I work. Our location is number one on the probability scales. I want someone I can trust at my back if all hell breaks loose there."

There is a flicker of a grin on his face. "Someone you trust?"

Emily nods. "Yeah, someone I trust."

"Shit. That makes me feel worse," he mumbles. Morgan slowly sits down in front of her. "I had no right to be angry with you, Emily. And I am so sorry I was. I completely get why you're pissed at me and I hope, when all this is over, you'll give me the ass chewing I deserve."

Emily manages a smile. "It's not as much fun if you let me do it."

He chuckles. "Yeah, I know." He leans forward. "I couldn't have lived if Blair or Ridgeley had gotten away with you. Especially Blair. I didn't see him for what he was. My pride took me up into that park and I let you down. I promise you, Emily, that will never, ever happen again. This was a hard-ass lesson to learn but I swear I have learned it."

Emily smiles. "I believe you. Thank you, Derek."

"So, we good?"

Emily shrugs. "We're better. Still want to yell it out with you."

"Name the time and place."

"After all this shit is done."

"It's a date," he says with a smile.

They both stand and step around the desk. He pulls her into a hug that she returns with relief. After a few minutes they step away from each other.

"Prentiss, don't take this the wrong way but you look like crap. Get some coffee into you so you can protect my pretty ass," Morgan says with a smile.

Emily chuckles. "Such a charmer, Derek. No wonder girls throw themselves at you."

They both laugh. Together they go find Emily a cup of coffee as they await the rest of the two teams.

Emily stands in front of her task force team and the team from the BAU. She clicks on the computer and shows them the deployment assignments once more.

"Here is where we will all be." She clicks and 4 red x's appear. "Those x's show where explosive devices were found and replaced with replicas. There is no way those are the only four devices these bastards have. Based on what was left behind at the house in Baltimore I expect there are at least 6 more devices coming. They will be smaller, easily concealed in a backpack or briefcase." She flicks the screen again. "This is the only picture we have of a potential suspect. And we can't even be sure he's part of the plot. His apparent close relationship to Brent says he probably is but we can't get hung up on that in case he isn't. We do know the terrorists in the Baltimore house were of Middle Eastern descent."

"So we can racially profile the crowd?" Timothy asks.

"Hell no. That's what they expect. It's my belief that picture was on Brent's phone strictly to get us looking for that face and that nationality. There were other houses in the area they were using. The terrorists could be Caucasian, Hispanic, African-American, anything. Don't. Trust. Anyone. Tim, Leroy, Ken, you are partnered with experienced profilers for a reason. Listen to them if they say someone is acting out of character. Additionally, if anyone catches your eye, if they just get that little voice in your head talking, point them out to the profiler. Better safe than sorry."

Hotch steps forward. "The terrorists will be extremely calm. The staffers and workers are always in a hurry, always look like their mind is on several different things. The bombers have one goal, one job. The only time they may look at all suspicious is when they make their move towards the bomb closets. They will make sure no one is looking at them, they will try to blend into a crowd and simply disappear into the tunnel between train runs."

"What if they jump off the trains mid-track?" Leroy asks.

Morgan shakes his head. "They wouldn't do that unless they are alone in the car. That's not likely to happen on such a busy day. It would cause too much attention and an alarm would be raised by other passengers. They can't afford that."

"Will the attacks be simultaneous?" Ken asks.

Rossi nods. "Yes. The four bombs that they have stashed here will be set off at the same time. As people panic, try to help, first responders rush in, the personal bombs will go off. We're looking for 10 men willing to die for a cause. When the four bombs don't detonate on time we have to be ready to stop the 6 suicide bombers or there will be untold loss of life."

"Why aren't the bombs set to go off remotely?" Ken asks.

"A timer can be unpredictable," Reid states. "A battery could die, the timer could malfunction, a remote could be jammed. They will set them off personally because then they know the bombs will go right when they want them to. This mission is timed down to the second. They have synchronized their watches. They will be looking to pull this off with military-style precision. It's our job to disrupt that flow."

Leroy slowly shakes his head. "Wouldn't it be safer to evacuate the Capital? Tell people to work from home today or something?"

"Safer for how long, Leroy?" Emily counters. "They will wait, they will regroup, they will attack another time. Today we stop them and show these motherfuckers that they can NOT attack our government, they can NOT destroy our way of life, and they can NOT win against the best damn team ever assembled to combat these bastards."

JJ smiles as she sees Ken, Leroy and Timothy smile proudly at their leader. Yes, these men would follow Emily to Hell and back. They may not have been together long but she's earned the respect and trust of her task force. JJ's smile falters.

So what does that mean for the BAU?

Emily looks around the room. "Any more questions?" No one has any. "Then let's get out there and start to sweep our assignments. Get to know every nook and cranny. Know it better than you know your own bedroom. Let's do this, guys."

The teams split up. Emily walks up to Garcia and JJ. "Get to know the camera system. I know I was able to get a couple guys to help you but it's the two of you I trust the most. You know what to look for and what to be suspicious about. No pressure but you're our best bet to spot these guys from your eagle eye view."

"Oh, sure. No pressure at all," Garcia jokes back.

"Anything you need, anything at all, just ask for it. Call Harlan and he'll make it happen," she tells them. She then looks at JJ. "Jen, can we talk a second?"

JJ nods. "Of course."

Emily leads her down to the office she is using. They step in and Emily closes the door.

"I just wanted to- -"

Her words are cut off as JJ pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss. When it ends Emily sways a bit on her feet, her eyes hazy.

"Whoa."

JJ smiles. "Yeah. Be safe down there, Em."

"I will be. Jen, I love you. I shouldn't have walked out on the kids and you. I'm so sorry."

"I know, sweetheart. And, well, I got mad about you leaving them and had a hard time hearing what you needed. My mother gave me a heck of a talking to last night. She pointed out it was fine to be mad for the kids but not for myself. Yes, you unfairly blamed me but considering what your mind was dealing with it's not surprising you struck out a bit at me. I'm sorry I didn't see your needs. We'll work though it, baby. I promise. We'll make it up to each other. There is no other option."

Emily smiles and it reaches her eyes for the first time in days. "Thank God, Jen. I don't think I realized how much I needed to know things were settling down with you and with Derek."

"Derek?" JJ asks.

Emily nods. "Yeah. Long story. I'll tell you when all this is done."

"Sounds good." They share one more kiss. "I love you, Emily Prentiss."

"I love you, too, Jennifer Prentiss."

"Come on: let's go save the world, Batman."

Emily smiles, her forehead against JJ's. "Sounds good, Spiderman."

The two walk out of the office and split up to take their positions and await the terrorists.