"What are you doing?" Spencer asked, leaning over Garcia.

She put up a finger to silence him. "Watch and you'll see. I am logging into the system as Mr. Ryan, I am changing your grade, and you are getting back on the honor roll."

"…But my lamp is still on his desk. He's going to remember giving me an F, check the lamp to be sure of it, and I'm going to be screwed."

"Au contraire, no you're not."

He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Au contraire, it's French for 'on the contrary'."

He shook his head. "No, I um, I already knew that. I'm just curious as to how this is going to work."

She pointed up to the ceiling tile Emily had fallen through earlier, and is if they'd rehearsed it, she jumped down, walking down the stairs and sitting beside her.

"All set?"

She nodded. "He'll pull that thing and it'll shine brighter than the rest of them."

"Perfect," she said, changing the grade. "He'll realize he made a mistake and know that it should be an A. Then when he sees it as an A in the system, he'll blame it on being overworked and go home, probably have a drink or two to unwind." She held up her hand, and Emily gave her a high five.

"We may just be a power team. It's about time I used my powers for good."

Spencer smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, really. Both of you. I appreciate the help."

Garcia reached up, patting his cheek. "Anytime you need my help, you know where I'll be."

He thought to himself before it occurred to him. "Not only here, you're in my English class."

"And Bingo was his name-o," she sing-songed, logging out of the computer and clearing her history. "A little bit of cleanup," she mumbled, pressing a few buttons, "and I was never here."

"Do you maybe want to have lunch on Monday?" he asked. "I mean, I owe you for doing me this huge favor and saving my GPA."

She smirked. "That sounds great, thank you."

Emily scoffed. "Are we having a Full House moment here?"

Garcia gave her a smile. "I'm afraid so, and you've helped."

She rolled her eyes slightly, but gave her a smile back. "Don't tell anyone."

"Your secret's safe with me." She eyed JJ, who gave her a thumbs up. "Now, you're about to have your own Full House moment."

"…Excuse me?"

"How long before you have to report back to your closet?" JJ asked, opening up her purse.

Emily looked up at the clock. "Captain Slave Driver should be checking on me in about forty-five minutes, why?"

"Sit," she said, kicking out her chair. "I'll be right back."

She gave Garcia a look, but something in her told her to comply. JJ walked over to the table where Spencer was sitting, rubbing his back. "Listen, Spencer, I just really want to apologize." She squeezed his shoulder, sighing. "When I needed a tutor was around the anniversary of when I lost my sister, and that usually puts me in a really shitty mood. That's no excuse for what I did though, and I'm really sorry for what happened to you."

He gave her a slight smile, still looking down at the desk and fidgeting with his fingers. "I'm sorry about your sister."

"Me too. If there's anything I can do for you, just tell me, okay? I'd like to think after today, I gained an annoying little brother."

He smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Can I ask you something?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

"Are you going to write the essay that Rossi assigned?"

"Well, it's an assignment, and I'm pretty much a nerd, so that would be a yes."

She laughed to herself. "That's true. I was just thinking that all of us writing this thing would be ridiculous, because he's not really going to read them."

"But that's what Rossi wanted us to do today?"

She shrugged. "That's true, but after everything we've experienced, I think we'd all sort of say the same thing in our papers. Today was about self discovery and all."

He smiled. "You just don't want to write the paper."

"True, but you are the smartest of us, and could put together the best essay of all of us. We all trust you."

He looked around the room and everyone nodded at him.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"Great!" She gave him a quick hug, patting his back. "Thank you."

"Am I free to go back to my cell?" Emily asked.

JJ shook her head. "Not by a long shot. Garcia, supplies?"

She dug through her bag, taking out her makeup bag.

Emily's eyes widened. "You're going to girl me up? No, absolutely not, no."

JJ took out her eyeliner, sharpening it. "You agreed that you don't exist at this school. We're going to show you how to stand out in a good way that's even going to make Rossi reconsider being a jackass."

She looked at all of the stuff set out on the table and sighed. "Do your worst."

JJ held out her hand to Garcia. "Makeup remover."

Garcia handed her a wipe and she cleaned the black eyeliner from Emily's eyes. "God, you look so much better without all of that black gunk."

"I like that black gunk," Emily argued.

"Well, your days of being one with the raccoons are over."

Spencer clicked his pen a few times, looking over at Derek. "What are they doing back there anyway?"

Derek toyed with his chain necklace, shrugging. "Kid, when it comes to girls, there are a lot of things you just don't want to know."

"Why won't you make eye contact with me?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Hm?"

"Ever since we had that therapy session upstairs, you've barely looked at me. Did I do something to offend you? Did I say something wrong? If I did, I'm sorry-"

Derek held up his hand, shaking his head and sighing. "It's my fault, kid. I'm the one that gave Tommy the idea to tie you to the goalpost." He exhaled. "I thought he was kidding around when he said he needed a new prank, so I came up with something completely ridiculous. I never thought he'd actually do it." He dared to look up at Spencer again. "I'm really sorry."

Spencer blinked a few times before swallowing and giving him a shrug. "It's in the past, and we can't change it now."

"Can you forgive me?"

He nodded slightly, giving him a smile. "If you can promise me what you said up there is true, then yes."

Derek thought of what he was referring to, but then he remembered. "We'll see when Monday comes around, won't we?"

JJ collected her things off the table, stuffing them back into her makeup bag as Garcia did the same.

"Can I look at what you two have done to me yet?" Emily asked, eyes still closed.

JJ opened her mouth to say yes, but Garcia squeaked. "No, definitely not, but almost done!"

"I liked you better when you didn't talk," Emily mumbled, following it with a laugh.

Garcia dug through her bag, taking out a red hair extension, clipping it into Emily's hair.

"Fucking ow, what did I ever do to you?!" she snapped, putting a hand to the side of her head.

"Nothing, you drama queen, I'm just giving you a hint of your badassery back." She fixed the hair around it, humming to herself.

"Why are you two being so nice to me?"

JJ smirked. "Because you're letting us."

Garcia took a mirror out of her bag, holding it up. "And now you can look."

Emily took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever she was going to see in her reflection. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see that someone who actually looked feminine was staring back at her. They hadn't gone too intense on the makeup, which she definitely appreciated, and it seemed easy enough to duplicate if given the opportunity.

"You're expecting to see me like this on Monday morning, aren't you?"

JJ nodded. "Afraid so. We're almost positive everyone's going to be asking about the new girl at school, in reference to your new look. I'm sure you'll have no problem swiping your mom's credit card and getting some clothes that are more fitting for this?"

"Definitely not. Her and dearest stepdaddy are on a weekend trip to get away from all of the stress I supposedly cause them." She rolled her eyes. "I'll show up like this, but one comment insulting me, and I mean one, I swear to whatever bearded heavenly entities there may be that I will earn another Saturday in here."

"I don't doubt it for a second," Garcia told her, stuffing the mirror back into her bag.

JJ zipped up her bag, holding it out to Emily. "It's all doubles anyway, and most of it's new: use it up, know what you like, and know what you need to buy on your next trip to the mall, because there will be a next trip."

Emily took the bag, sighing, stuffing it into her pocket. "If you insist." She reached up, seeing what Garcia had done to her head. "…Red?"

"It seems like it fits you," she explained.

Derek eyed the clock. "Hey, Princess Prentiss, time for you to un-break out of prison."

She looked at the clock and groaned. "Fantastic." She walked over, punching him in the arm. "That is for calling me Princess, sporto."

He rubbed his arm. "Rich girl can throw a punch."

She mock laughed, turning to Spencer. He set his pen down, somewhat speechless at her new appearance. Sure, she'd been pretty before, but they'd brought it out in her, and she looked amazing. He tried to form words, but none were coming out. She smiled appreciatively. "Thank you." He nodded and she walked up the stairs and climbed on a chair. She saluted to the crowd in the library before climbing up into the ducts to go back to the supply closet.

"There is a whole other side to that girl," Derek mumbled, shaking his head.

Spencer set down his pen, reading over what he'd written and being extremely satisfied with his work. Derek leaned over him, scanning it and raising his eyebrows, impressed.

"What, didn't think a genius like me could pull it off?"

Derek nudged his arm, smirking. "Knew you had it in you, kid."

JJ walked over, looking it over herself. "Wow."

He looked around at all of them. "You guys owe me."

"Gladly."

He set the paper down on the desk, turning it around so when Rossi walked in, it was the first thing he saw.

When the clock struck 4:00, they were all allowed to leave. Gathering their things, they pulled on their jackets and backpacks. They all took one final look around at the library: the place that had changed their lives in just nine short hours. Then they all looked at one another. It didn't feel appropriate to say goodbye, since they'd all be seeing each other in a couple of days in the hallways and such. However, Derek did walk over to Spencer, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, kid?"

Spencer looked up at him, fidgeting with the straps on his backpack.

"Chin up. I'll see you at school on Monday."

He smiled gratefully, nodding. "See you on Monday."

JJ followed suit, stepping in front of him, before pulling him into a hug, rubbing his back. "Promise me you won't do it. I need you here," she mumbled against his chest.

He paused. If someone had told him that Jennifer Jareau would be hugging him in Saturday detention, making him promise not to commit suicide because she cared about him, he'd have told them they were crazy. He reached a hand behind her, patting her back. "I promise."

She pulled back, patting his cheek.

Garcia turned to him. "Are we still on for lunch Monday?"

"Count on it… and I may be getting a new seat in English class."

She grinned. "Can't wait."

They did a quick cell phone exchange, putting their numbers into each other's phones, before pocketing their own.

Walking out of school together, they all bumped into Hotch.

Spencer nodded at him. "Bye, Hotch."

"See you soon, Spencer," he said, leaning against his broom. He then eyed Emily.

"See you next Saturday!"

He laughed to himself. "With this new look? I'll be entertained." He watched as they all left, and knew that something was different about them. They went into that day as strangers, but something told him they weren't anymore.

Derek's mother was waiting in front of the school, leaning against her car. Derek held up a hand to everyone, walking up and giving her a hug, not wanting to let go.

"…I take it you learned something today?" she asked, patting his back.

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "I did. Thank you, Momma."

She smiled. "I think I like this new change in attitude. Come on, dinner's cooking."

He got into the car, buckling himself in and throwing his backpack down on the floor.

Spencer opted to walk home, considering he didn't want to bother his mother to get up and give him a ride. He quickly waved to everyone, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Meanwhile, Garcia got into her mom's car, and though it seemed nothing changed, she had, and that's all that mattered.

JJ had her father drive up beside Spencer and leaned over, honking the horn.

He jumped slightly before turning to face her.

"Hey, Spence, do you need a ride?" she asked.

He smiled. "Spence?"

"It's something I'm trying out," she said with a shrug. "Come on."

He wanted to argue, but he knew she'd just keep arguing with him until she got her way. He nodded, getting into the backseat and giving her his address.

She pointed to the backseat. "Dad, this is my friend Spencer."

Spencer smiled slightly, holding up his hand and waving. "Hello, sir."

Emily had driven herself to detention in her mother's car, considering she hadn't been home to use it. She was glad to see a change in JJ, no matter how subtle, and surprisingly, she was glad to see a change in herself. She wasn't the person she had been at 7:00 that morning, and to tell the truth, she was glad about it.