"Seriously? He said that?" Declan asks, laughing.

Emily nods. "Yep. So there he is, face red as can be, one of the most beautiful women on campus and three of her sorority sisters staring at him like he'd lost his mind."

Declan laughs and shakes his head. "Well, if Dad really asked her that, no matter what he meant, he deserved to get stared at."

Emily laughs. "You're right. Crazy thing is? After she realized he didn't mean to insult her she really looked him, thought he was cute, and asked him out on a date."

Declan rolls his eyes. "Geez, he got lucky. Something tells me if I ever accidentally tell a girl she has a big butt even if that's not what I am talking about it won't end as well."

"Oh, I don't know. You're sort of cute. A girl might forgive it. But, uh, best not give that a try."

Declan smiles. "I won't. Promise. I can't wait to tell Dad you told me this story."

Emily grins. "Stick around, kid, there's plenty more where that came from."

JJ walks into the kitchen in time to hear that statement. "Better watch it, Em, I'm sure Tom can tell a tale or two on you, too."

Emily shrugs. "Maybe I was the sweet and innocent sidekick to his escapades."

"Riiiiight!" Declan and JJ drawl out together.

The three laugh. Emily nudges Declan and gestures to watch what JJ is doing. The blonde, pregnant woman has pulled out a jar of pickles and a jar of peanut butter. Declan frowns in confusion. JJ pulls out a knife and drops a couple pickle spears on a plate. Declan looks at Emily.

"Please tell me she's not going to do what I think she is," he whispers.

Emily just nods. Declan looks back and grimaces as JJ slathers peanut butter on the spear and bites into it, moaning happily.

"Oh, that's just so wrong!" he blurts.

JJ turns and sees she is being watched. She raises an eyebrow. "A) Don't knock it until you tried it. And 2) I'm a pregnant woman and can't help what my body desires. Just ask fishy woman there," she nods at Emily.

Declan nods. "Uh, right. I mean, the fish and stuff was bad but, Jennifer, peanut butter and dill pickles? Really?"

JJ finishes making her second pickle and offers it to him. "Want to try it?"

"Uh, no."

"I try!" Henry says, jogging into the kitchen, Rocky close behind him.

"Is your cartoon over?" JJ asks.

He nods and stares at the "treat" in his Mommy's hand. He reaches towards it. "What is?"

"It's a dill pickle and peanut butter."

Emily can't help but chuckle when Rocky frowns suspiciously. Henry looks curious. He opens his mouth and JJ lets him take a bite. He chews a second then his face scrunches up and he starts to cough and spit the concoction out. Emily and Declan laugh.

"I think that should tell you something, Jen," Emily points out.

JJ just shrugs. "It must be an acquired taste."

"Mommy bad!" Henry says, wagging his finger at her. He runs over to Emily. "Juice, Mama! P'ease!" he begs.

Emily gets up and gets him a juice box. He quickly drinks it down, still trying to get bits of peanut buttered pickle out of his mouth. He shakes his head.

"Bad, Mommy. Bad."

JJ looks at her daughter. "Want to back me up, Rock Star?" She offers the pickle towards Rocky.

Rocky turns up her nose at it. She looks at Henry then back to the treat. "NO!" She runs to Emily as if needing protection from the snack.

"So, it's unanimous, Jen. Your craving is worse than mine."

JJ laughs and doctors a third pickle. "Maybe in a few months I'll agree but for now I say make sure you keep plenty of both in the house."

Emily nod. "That, Mrs. Prentiss, I can do. Whatever gives you a simple, happy pregnancy."

Henry runs over to Declan. "Play build?"

Declan smiles. "Sure, we can build some stuff."

Henry takes his buddy's hand and leads him down to the playroom. Rocky extends her hands to her Mama.

"Mama!"

Emily sighs. "I, uh, can't lift you up, Rock. Not while I have this boo boo."

Rocky frowns. JJ walks over and lifts her up. "How about Mama goes and sits on the couch then you can sit with her. Maybe she can tell you a story."

Rocky nods happily. Emily stands and gives JJ a kiss. "Thank you."

"Anytime, Mrs. Prentiss. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Love Mama! Love Ma!" Rocky agrees.

Emily smiles and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, too, Rocky."

JJ smiles as they get settled on the couch and Emily launches into a story, complete with silly voices and as much action as she can manage with her right arm immobilized.

Around 10 a.m. Francesca and Stephen Hill come down into the main house. Declan smiles and offers his hand to his headmaster.

"Hello, sir. I guess you know why I missed school on Thursday and Friday."

Stephen nods. "Yes, Mr. Colter. Are you okay?"

"Yes, sir. A few bruises but nothing too bad."

"Good. I hope it goes without saying that if you need to speak with the school counselor at any time you just need to give her a call."

"Yes, sir."

"Just so you know, she and your advisor Mr. Hernandez are the only two that know the full story of why you missed classes. The rumor spread was family emergency. It will be up to you how much people actually know."

Declan sighs in relief. "Thank you, sir. I think…I'll just leave it at family emergency."

Stephen smiles. "Very well. Let me just say how happy I am to know that you are okay. And I will keep your father in my prayers for a swift recovery."

Declan nods. "Thank you, sir."

Francesca runs a hand over Dec's head. "So, Mr. Hill and I were on our way to lunch and a movie. How would you like us to take you to the hospital so Jennifer can babysit Emily and the children?"

Declan laughs as Emily gives the nanny a sneer. "I'd appreciate it, Francesca. I was kind of worried about Mom staying here with the kids with only one arm." As soon as he realizes he said "Mom" in front of his headmaster he blushes and shifts his eyes towards him nervously.

Stephen smiles and pats his shoulder. "Declan, I know the whole story. Your father and Emily explained things to me a long time ago in case anything like this happened."

"They…they did?"

Emily places a hand on his shoulder. "I had to do everything in my power to protect you, which meant admitting what I did to your headmaster. It was the only way to keep you safe, Declan."

"But…Mr. Hill could have told the police."

Emily nods. "I know." She brings her free hand to his cheek. "You think I'd have gone through all that trouble all those years ago if you weren't worth the risk?"

Declan smiles and gives her a gentle hug. "Thank you for…for everything, Mom."

She kisses his forehead. "No thanks needed, Dec. We saved each other."

Just before 1, JJ walks out of the playroom after putting the kids down for a nap in there. She finds her wife in the living room…with the Redskins game on. JJ raises an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry about the hit to your head, honey."

Emily frowns in confusion. "What hit?"

"The one that made you think you watch football."

Emily raises an eyebrow. "Ha. Ha. I was trying to be nice by getting the game on for you. Don't make me change my mind…and the channel."

JJ leans down and gives her a kiss. "Thank you, sweetheart. But if you want to watch something else, we can."

Emily takes her wife's hand and pulls her down onto the couch. "Nope. I want to watch the game with my wife. Injured woman's prerogative."

JJ gives her another kiss. "How can I argue with that?" She strokes a hand through her wife's hair, studying her face carefully. "If you need to talk or anything, I am here for you."

"I know, Jen."

"The way you…you organized things and studied evidence and just overall handled everything just made me so proud of you. I'm not sure I could have…damn, I don't even know the word…I guess I couldn't have separated myself from it the way you did. And you did it without compartmentalizing yourself and without pushing us away. Thank you for trusting us to help you face that bitch and get Declan back."

"You and the team taught me to trust you. Maybe…maybe I'm finally getting that after all the shit that happened the last few months."

JJ nods. "You had to go through the bad to be reminded of the good?"

"Something like that."

They share another kiss. Emily then gets JJ to lie down and put her feet in the brunette's lap. JJ doesn't argue because her ankles are already starting to swell a little. Emily smiles as she massages JJ's foot with one hand.

"You're in week 13, baby."

JJ smiles. "Yep. Still want to whisk me away for a Thanksgiving vacation?"

Emily stops massaging, frowning. "What are you talking about?"

JJ studies her wife a moment and starts to giggle. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what? When did we talk about a vacation during Thanksgiving week?"

"When you were on a pain pill. You seemed lucid so I thought you'd remember. Guess not. You thought maybe England so you could show me London."

Emily grins. "Wow. Good idea, Emily," she praises herself. "It may be tough though with me like this and you pregnant. I might need to rethink my brilliant ideas until it is a better time to travel."

"When, in like 10 years?"

Emily frowns. "Ten years? Why 10 years?"

JJ giggles. "Because in 10 years Henry will be 12, Rocky 11 and the twins 10."

Emily pales. "Whoa…"

JJ frowns. "Em, what's wrong?" she asks nervously.

"We're having twins, Jen. We'll have 4 kids under 5 in a few months."

JJ nods. "Yes, and?"

"Just…whoa…"

"Are you upset about this?"

Emily turns and locks eyes with her wife. "No. Just…suddenly feeling overwhelmed. We have to think about a double nursery, a couple new vehicles, we should probably start stocking up on newborn diapers now in case there's a shortage or something, we should- -"

"Emily!" JJ's voice finally breaks through Emily's list. "Baby, we have time. Yep, we're going to need a lot of stuff but we'll be fine." She sits up and takes Emily's hand. "And we will have plenty of love for them and we will make time for each of them. None of them will feel unloved and they will all know how grateful we are that they are our children."

Emily sighs. "You talked me off that ledge. I'm not sure I will ever be cured of the worry I'll turn into my parents, Jen."

"I won't let that happen, Emily. And more to the point, look me in the eye and tell me if you could ever ignore the needs of Henry or Rocky."

Emily's eyes just light up at the thought of the two children sleeping in the playroom. "Can't do that, Jen."

JJ smiles. "I know. And when the nesters arrive, you'll be just as devoted to them."

"Yeah, I will. By the way, I was thinking about if we have a boy…could his middle name be Didier."

JJ frowns curiously. "Dee Dee Yay?" she repeats slowly.

Emily chuckles. "Close. Didier was my grandfather's first name; the one who left me the vineyard. I could always count on him, Jen, in a way I couldn't count on my father."

JJ smiles. "Then I think it will be perfect. Of course that means we have to find first names to go with two difficult middle names."

Emily grins. "I'd say we're up for any challenge, Mrs. Prentiss."

"Damn right we are, Mrs. Prentiss."

They turn their attention to the TV to watch the kick-off. And just to prove that it was a damn good weekend for them…the Redskins ACTUALLY WIN!

At 8 JJ leads Hotch and Jordan into the living room where Emily is already talking to Morgan. As everyone sits down, Emily shakes her head.

"I really, really hate this. I hate that you all are signing off on this huge fucking lie that I've dragged you into."

Jordan leans forward. "I can't speak for anyone else, but I blame Clyde Easter and Interpol for all of this. Emily, you acted to save a child. Easter would have tortured Declan and it would have been sanctioned by his bosses. I really hate that. He dealt Doyle to the North Koreans. What kind of conditions would Declan had been raised in if he had been sent there, too?"

Emily shivers. "I…I don't even want to think about that." She sighs. "Okay, so run down what you put in the report."

Hotch hands her a folder. "As I said yesterday, it was an attack on a State Department employee. The goal was to kidnap his son and manipulate the employee into giving top secret information on government meetings and movements. Additionally, he would be forced to influence ambassadors and foreign officials to focus on certain people and deflect attention from others."

"Tom Colter was chosen because he had no other family members to raise an alarm if Declan was missing," Jordan continues. "The fact that Tom knew you and you had former dealings with associates of Chloe Donaghy was a coincidence."

"But she targeted me. Sent me that phone, those text messages," Emily points out. "Were those coincidences, too?"

"No," Hotch states. "Best we can figure is Tom said your name in his weakened state or they heard Declan mention you. He said he kept praying you would find him. So, they focused on you to try to draw attention away from their real endgame. They set you up to be killed because they weren't sure how much you knew about them from before and couldn't risk leaving you alive."

Emily blows out a breath. "You know what's really fucked? All this shit is really plausible."

Hotch gives her a grin. "Of course it is. We're just that good."

Emily can't help but laugh. "And everyone is really okay with this? And knows it well enough to pass it off to IA?"

Morgan nods. "Definitely. Emily, we're not letting you go down for doing the right thing no matter how you did it."

"Well, I said it before and I'll say it again: you are all a treasure to me. Thank you for this. I know for you to do this in an official report is counter to all you believe in. I can never thank you enough for this."

Morgan pats her leg. "There's no black and white in our world, Em. We see that every case. This case just happens to be several shades of grey."

"Yeah, I guess so."

JJ takes her hand. "Emily, this is a continuation of protecting Declan. If your actions get out, there is no way to guarantee he and Tom don't get split up."

"I know that in my heart. My head is just at war with my heart right now. I was so careful to not drag too many people into the deception. I hated even trusting my mother to help. And now…now all of you are in it."

Morgan puts an arm around her shoulder. "Emily, we've been part of covering this up since just after we got you back from Doyle."

"True, Derek. But this is…is so much more. I'm sorry I am making you all do this. But I am so fucking thankful you are willing to do this for Declan."

JJ makes Emily look at her. "They are doing it for us, too, Em. You have a wife and two kids who need you now and two more kids who will need you soon. Doyle and his cronies don't need to destroy any more families."

Emily nods. "I…I hadn't thought of it that way." She turns back to the other three. "Buying you all something pretty won't be enough," she says with a small grin.

"Well, I can give you a list if it will help," Morgan offers.

Emily laughs. "Whatever would I do without you, Derek Morgan?"

He kisses her temple. "Not even worth considering, Emily."

She looks at Hotch and Jordan. "Thank you both so much. For the case and…and this cover up. Jordan, we couldn't have done it without your help."

"Glad to do it, Emily."

"So, do you need anything else from us tonight, Emily?" Hotch asks.

Emily shakes her head. "I don't think so. Is Hammond going to be involved with this?" she asks about the jerk that has it in for profiling teams.

Hotch grins. "Hammond was sent to Afghanistan to look into reports of agents getting too involved in interrogations."

JJ laughs. "Really? Gee, wish he'd called me. I could have told him all the pretty places to visit. Like the center of the Kandahar region."

Morgan laughs. "Yeah, I know a place or two myself."

"Well, send him an email," Hotch teases back. "Emily, there will be an agent and stenographer here at 9 a.m. tomorrow."

She nods. "I got the email. Francesca is going to take the kids out to eat for breakfast and then to story time at the library. I don't really want them around all this if it can be avoided."

JJ nods. "The last thing we need is for Henry to ask a question that leads to other questions."

"Good point." Hotch shakes his head. "Still can't believe that idiot told a 2 year old what was going on."

"Any chance we can have some sparring practice with him?" Morgan asks.

"No. And I've already warned Garcia that no 'thing' should be done to him, either," Hotch answers.

Emily grins. "Good thought."

Twenty minutes later, JJ sits back down beside Emily. Their friends are gone and JJ carefully studies her wife.

"Em, you know they wouldn't do this if they didn't want to."

Emily nods. "I know. I'm actually wondering if Lachlan McDermott knew who Declan was."

"I doubt it. It's like you said, he'd have wanted to end Doyle's line. Chloe was playing him."

"Yeah." She thinks a minute. "Did you know the Peltier's are divorcing?"

"I'd heard they were having problems because of Suzanne's spending habits."

"Their house is for sale." Emily turns and looks at JJ. "What would you think about mentioning it to Tom and Declan? They could move there and be in a gated community. They would be safer."

JJ smiles. "I think it's a damn good idea. Will the inheritance from Tom's long lost relative help with that?"

Emily grins. "Definitely." She leans and gives her wife a kiss. "I love you, Jennifer Prentiss. And if I didn't think it would hurt like hell I'd show you just how much."

JJ strokes her cheek. "I love you, too. And you don't have to show me specially, Em. You show it in so many ways everyday."

The two kiss a little more then turn on the TV to watch a little something before calling it a night.