The team watches in frustration as firefighters extinguish the last of the flames at the security company. Emily, standing a little farther away, hangs up her phone and walks over to the others.
"The second man just died. He kept trying to speak but his lungs were so damaged no one could make out the words. The first man hasn't regained consciousness after he passed out here at the scene," she reports.
"Did they make note of what they thought he was saying?" Hotch asks.
"A nurse wrote down a few words. He may have been more coherent for the EMT's but we'll have to track them down ourselves."
Hotch looks at Reid and Rossi. "Get with emergency dispatch and find them. See if they could understand anything he said."
The two agents nod and head off. Morgan sees one of the firefighters talking to the chief. Curious he walks over, flashing them his badge.
"SSA Derek Morgan. Just want to know if this looks like the other bombings."
The firefighter nods. "I was at 2 scenes. Identical to this one. Three noticeable points of ignition. One was right at the front doors. One blocked the backroom. Poor souls never had a chance. At least 3 bodies inside that I could see."
"Shit," Morgan mutters.
"Agent Morgan."
Morgan turn as Inspector Scott Bethune walks up. He extends his hand.
"Bethune. Sorry to see you're needed again."
"Me, too. What do we know?"
Morgan relates what the fireman had reported. Bethune shakes his head.
"Son of a bitch. Please tell me you are close to shutting this bastard down," Bethune begs Morgan.
Morgan regretfully shakes his head. "I wish."
Bethune sighs and goes to start gathering first impressions from the first responders. Morgan walks back over to the team.
"What do we do to get ahead of this fuck, Hotch?"
"We do what we do best. We read the reports, we work the profile, we find the reason these people were targeted," Hotch replies. "To that end, JJ called. Garcia had an idea that maybe the unsub is a team of unsubs targeting each business for their own reason. They work together but are having the fertilizer delivered to different locations to avoid red flags."
"Brilliant," Emily states, glad of a new avenue to investigate.
"She and JJ narrowed it down to 5 individuals outside of Lexington that have gotten deliveries in the last month but have never gotten them before. Additionally they have all been in their homes for some time so this sudden need for fertilizer is strange. I want you two to go see these people tomorrow. Find out why they have the fertilizer and, more importantly, if they still have the fertilizer."
"Could be a wild goose chase," Morgan points out.
"Got a better goose to chase?" Hotch asks.
Morgan sighs. "Wish I did."
"Go on back to the hotel. Garcia has sent the info. Map your course and try to get back as soon as possible tomorrow."
Morgan and Emily nod. They go get in the SUV and start back to the hotel. Emily looks at her friend.
"Want to talk about it?"
"About what?" Morgan asks.
"Derek…"
Morgan sighs and runs a hand over his head. "I think I need a vacation. I know we've talked and I know this is where I am meant to be but…but…"
"But you're losing objectivity, patience, and the ability to compartmentalize it at the end of the day." Morgan nods. "Derek, take a vacation. A real one. Go out of town. Go to…to Hawaii or something. Don't just take time off to beat up a house. Maybe get your Mom and sisters to go with you," she suggests.
Morgan shrugs. "Maybe. We'll see."
"Derek, do it before you cross that line you can't come back across," Emily stresses.
Morgan just nods. Emily knows she can't push him more right now. But when the case is over it's free game on her best friend.
At 9 that night Emily's phone rings. Despite her mood about the case she smiles as she answers.
"Hi, sweetheart."
"Hey, Em, you done for the night?"
"Yep. Left Morgan about 5 minutes ago. You and Garcia did a great job today. Morgan and I are touring several towns outside of Lexington tomorrow. Cross your fingers we find what we're looking for."
"I definitely will. I kind of want you home soon."
Emily grins. "Oh really? Why?" She takes a sip of water.
"Because I am horny as hell and the vibrator's batteries are dead."
Emily spits water across the room.
JJ chuckles. "Well, you asked."
"Son of a bitch, Jen. A little warning before you put that image in my head."
"You mean the image of me in bed naked playing with my nipples as I stroke my clit with the vibrator, making my legs quiver as I imagine it's your mouth driving me to ecstasy."
Emily inhales sharply. "Fuck, Jen," she whispers. "Are you really naked?"
"Yes. And my nipples are aching and reaching for the sky. God, Em, I haven't seen them this hard and tight in soooo long."
Emily is stripping. Fast.
"Em, you there?"
"Almost right where you are, baby." Emily leaps into the bed, the cool sheets not dimming the heat coursing through her body. She puts her phone on the side table on speaker.
JJ grins, hearing the lust in her wife's voice. "Tell me what your nipples look like, Emily."
Emily runs a hand over her chest, her sensitive peaks immediately tightening. "Oh, baby, they are so hard for you."
"I so want to drag my tongue across them, wetting them, then I can blow on them, cooling them and getting them even harder."
"Oh, yeah…harder…" Emily says, tweaking both nipples, her eyes closed and picturing her wife being the one playing with her breasts.
"Then I can suck one in as I play with the other, pinching it and twisting it as you writhe below me."
Emily's two hands act out JJ's descriptions. Her breathing is getting labored…and her clit is getting harder.
"Jen…I need…I need…"
"I know what you need, baby. And I will give it to you when I am ready. Do NOT let your hands get ahead of me, understood."
Emily groans. "Fuck, Jen…"
"Understood?" JJ asks again. No answer. "Answer or I hang up."
"You are so fucking cruel sometimes."
"Emily?"
"I understand. I swear I understand," Emily finally capitulates.
JJ smiles victoriously. "Open the inner pocket of your go bag."
"But I'm in bed," Emily whines.
"Emily…do it," JJ orders.
Emily groans and leaps out of bed. She opens the pocket and sees a small black case inside. She pulls it out, confused
"Jen, what is this?"
"Get back in bed."
Emily starts back to the bed and opens the case. She freezes. "Holy shit…"
JJ grins. "Bed, Emily. I had hoped to be there to show this to you personally. Now I'll have to talk you through the use of it."
Emily lifts the silver bullet vibrator out and stares at it. "You, Mrs. Prentiss, can be a pretty randy little pregnant woman."
JJ just chuckles. "Are you wet enough for it?"
Emily reaches down. "Oh, yeah. So yeah."
"Go ahead, Emily. Put it in."
Emily bites her lip as she slides it in. "Okay. It's in."
"Got the remote?"
"Uh huh."
"Level one."
Emily turns it on, immediately wanting to turn it up higher but she manages to refrain. "Jen…Jen, it feels…so light…so…so teasing."
"I know. Put the remote down. My mouth wants to suck on your tits some more."
"Unnnnggghhh…" Emily sets the remote down and brings her hands back to her chest.
"Are they are even harder now? More sensitive?"
"Yes, oh, baby, yes," Emily says.
JJ talks Emily through various ways to massage her chest for five minutes. Finally she can tell how close Emily is to the edge.
"Level 2, Emily."
Emily moans and, with shaking hands, grabs the remote. She ups the toy inside her one notch.
"Oh, Jen…so good. So, so good," she whispers as her hips start to thrust up and down.
JJ teases her wife, giving her all sorts of masturbatory fantasies for close to 30 minutes. Finally the bullet has just one last level left. JJ, having already made Emily listen to the blonde's orgasm, knows the brunette is just a mere touch away from release herself.
"You've been so good, Emily. So patient. So caring. Turn it all the way up and come for me, sweetheart. Come for me now!"
Emily pushes the remote one last time and let's one hand work her clit as her other continues to work an over-sensitive nipple.
"Oh, Jen! Oh, baby…"
"Pinch that nipple, Emily. Pretend it's me biting down on it as my hand thrusts deep into your hot pussy!"
At that crude request, Emily's body tenses and she rides waves of pleasure to an incredible orgasm.
"Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!"
Her hand fumbles with the remote, trying to get it turned off before her head explodes. Finally the vibrations stop and she lies in sweat soaked sheets panting.
"Em? You still with me?"
"Sadly, no. I'm hundreds of miles away from you. If I was with you I'll be pulling you close and telling you how much I love you and how much you never cease to amaze me." Emily sighs. "When the hell did you put that in my bag?"
"Last weekend. Planned to surprise you in person with it," JJ admits with a giggle. "Hope this was an okay substitution."
Emily smiles. "More than okay. But I do look forward to letting you have complete control so I can just enjoy letting you have your way with my body."
"Mmmm, can't wait," JJ says, her voice husky.
Emily shivers. "Damn…I love when you voice drops a half octave. Really wish I was up for another round of phone sex."
"Maybe tomorrow?"
"Hopefully. I'll make sure to drink plenty of Powerade and a couple Monster's before bed so you can rock my world all night."
JJ laughs. "And then have to explain to the team why you're exhausted the next day?"
Emily chuckles. "Okay, so maybe we call that plan B."
"Good idea." JJ takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I love you, Emily. I miss you."
"I miss you, too, Jen." Emily thinks a second. "If leads don't start panning out soon we'll be here forever. Or we'll have to leave with nothing but a profile to show we were ever here and pray the body count doesn't continue to rise."
JJ hugs Emily's pillow. "I know. Honestly, this little diversion was to help you put it away for the night. Didn't mean for it to make you start thinking about what you may be missing for a while."
Emily smiles. "Trust me when I say this little diversion, as you called it, will give me pleasant dreams. I really needed this, Jen. Thank you for…for everything."
"No need to thank me, Emily. I love you. If I can't be there to help you relax, well, at least we have unlimited calling plans."
Emily chuckles. "Very true." Emily glances at the clock. "I think I need to shower and get to bed. Meeting Morgan early for breakfast so we can start our tour of South Carolina."
"I understand. I'll be at the office by 9 so if you all need anything give me a call."
"And if I just want to hear the voice of the sexiest profiler in FBI?"
JJ smiles. "Then call your voicemail."
Emily laughs. "Charmer."
"I learned from the best, Princess Charming." JJ sighs. "I love you, Em."
"I love you, too. Goodnight, sweetheart."
"Night, baby."
Emily reluctantly ends the call. She lies in bed a moment, her body still warm after the pleasure her wife had guided her through. She lifts up the little toy that had assisted in the fantasy. She chuckles and shakes her head.
"So many surprises, Mrs. Prentiss. You are an amazing little minx and I love you more and more each day."
She gets up so she can get ready for bed to prepare for another day chasing a bomber getting more and more deadly.