Andrea Benton watched the EMTs crowd the entrance of the church as the priest residing over her son's funeral read a final hymn from The Bible he held in his hands. Pushing her finger over the skin of her trembling chin, the dead man's mother let her mind wander from the mourners around her and their offerings of condolences to the woman her son had spent some much energy on all that time in Italy.

After hearing about the ambassador's daughter's abortion all those years ago, Andrea and her husband had cut off all ties with the then teen and her family. If they wanted their son to go through such experiences, they would have stayed in the states and kept him in a public school rather than had him homeschooled like they did. But after their son's mishaps and overdose, they had realized how important the ambassador's daughter was to their son and vice versa.

Once their son passed, the least they could do was let Emily help them with the funeral arrangements. For them, it had almost been therapeutic, and they felt that it would do what it did for them for Emily, but it seemed to make her more upset.

"Darling?"

Andrea's head turned to see her husband, her hand tightening around the umbrella's handle that blocked her from the rain. "Is she alright?"

Tom Benton looked over his shoulder back to the church and watched the EMTs fuss around the FBI agent in the last pew. "She seems ok," he nodded, his voice quiet as everyone began to exit the cemetery around them. "I'm sure she'll be upset later, though." Because of her having the panic attack that she did, she missed the burial of her best friend.

"We can always say the same prayers we did just now when the doctors say she doesn't need to go to the hospital."

Biting her lip, the mother of one stopped, her eyes moving through the rain to find her husband. "Do you think that's all it was? A panic attack?"

Tom gave a short nod of the head. "I made sure she didn't need to be taken straight to the hospital before coming out to bury," he coughed, choking up at the thought of his dead son, "Matthew. The head EMT said it was a panic attack and that she'd calm down soon enough."

"Matthew used to have panic attacks," Andrea whispered tiredly. It had been a long day. "He had to be hospitalized quite a few times."

Tom watched his wife take a deep breath to calm her nerves. Reaching out, he took her hand, his eyes glancing behind her to the plot where the yard workers were filling their son's grave with soil. "I talked to the EMTs." He turned himself around and slowly walked out of the graveyard with his wife on his hand. "They said if they were able to get her heartbeat down fast enough then there was no reason to hospitalize her."

Andrea felt her chest growing cold as her eyes met those of her son's boyfriend from across the road, sharing a gentle nod with the bald man before he turned his attention back to Emily, kneeling before her and taking a hold of her hand.

The two most important people in her son's life had missed his burial. Andrea was wondering how they weren't breaking down.

"Sweetheart? Can you hear me?"

Her dark eyes watched through the hardening rain drops as the woman her son had been so in love with clung to the hand of the man she had brought to the funeral, Matthew's boyfriend at her knee. She could see the FBI agent's free hand wiping away more of her tears before batting at one of the EMTs, and she smiled. Knowing the ambassador's daughter for all those years, Andrea knew how stubborn she could be. It didn't matter the date nor the time, Emily Prentiss was strong headed and stubborn Emily Prentiss.

Some of the many reasons why her son had loved her.

She saw the agent take one long look at the letter Matthew had written out for her, and her heart clenched, watching Emily hand it over to the man she'd brought to the church. "Do you think she'll do a good job?" Andrea asked her husband, her mind immediately going to their dead boy.

Tom's eyes followed his wife's, his hand tightening around hers. "He picked her for a reason," his voice whispered. "If Matthew believes in her then there's no reason why we shouldn't." He watched the FBI agent do her best to stand, a hand to her head before it flew out to shoo away the rest of the EMTs, and he nodded to himself.

She'd be a great mother.