"Hi, Agent Gimpy."

Emily groans. "I had SO hoped you'd forgotten that nickname."

JJ giggles. "Nope. Just kinda hoping I wouldn't have to use it again. Ever."

"Me, too," Emily agrees.

"So how does it feel?"

"It is throbbing. Pain pill they gave me at the hospital wore off. Icing right now but didn't want to take another pill until after I talked to you."

"But you will take one?" JJ presses.

"Yes, baby, I will. If I don't I won't sleep tonight."

"What about those holes? Is there anyway to, I don't know, fill them in or something?"

Emily chuckles. "Afraid not. They look bad in the picture because of the swelling but are really just flesh wounds. They'll fill in and heal like a scratch would."

JJ grunts. "Hmph. Most scratches aren't caused by bear traps. Are we sure the unsub placed those?"

"We are now. Team that went out into the woods to collect them found them ringing the property. Looks like he set them so if the place was raided he'd take a few cops out. He showed Eddie where they were so he could avoid them," Emily explains.

"I thought he was mentally challenged?"

Emily sighs. "He is to a degree but in other ways he's advanced. He seems to have a near eidetic memory and he knows sign language better than the police translator that came in to help us. The priest that taught him even said he had to study harder to keep up with Eddie's desire to learn."

"So this poor guy was easily manipulated. Are we sure he doesn't know about the bombs?" JJ wonders.

"I am," Emily confirms. "I think some of the locals would be happy tagging him as the bomber and being done with it but we have convinced them that if they do that 4 more places will be bombed."

"And who knows how many will die," JJ says sadly. "Ugh! Turn it off! Both of us!"

Emily grins. "You're right. Turn it off and go at it fresh in the morning," Emily agrees. "So Henry tells me he wants to paint his brother's room."

JJ starts to laugh. "Oh really? That's news to me."

"Yep. Said he is going to help his Uncle Morgan paint his brother's room and Rocky can paint their sister's room."

JJ shakes her head. "I shudder to think what the walls and floor would look like by the time they finished. Not to mention what they and Morgan would like by the end. Is Morgan on board?"

"Haven't asked him. Figured I'd let Henry ask. He'll give Morgan the Big Blue Eyes treatment and the Big Bad Agent won't stand a chance."

JJ laughs again. "Very true. Remind me to have video rolling when this goes down."

"Deal!" Emily takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

"Stop it, Emily."

"Stop what?"

"That was you're 'it's my fault the team is short agents' sigh. It was right that I stayed back and it's not your fault you stepped in a freaking bear trap," JJ points out. "Your mind still works and that will help the team as much as your body."

"Maybe. Reid sent me a copy of a cryptic note found at Eddie's house. I tried to puzzle it out but the meds messed with my head."

"Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, your mind is dulled by meds like anyone's would be. That doesn't mean your mind is permanently out of commission for the case. Take a pill tonight, get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow use ice and Aleve so you can be our EmiReid translator and help Spence solve the puzzle."

Emily grins and sighs, happily this time. "Thank you, Jen. I think I was slipping into a bit of a pity party."

"No problem, honey. I'd say you earned a short one. It's my job to keep the party as short as possible."

"Then you succeeded swimmingly, baby. So, shit, we're back to the case again. Tell me about…shit…anything, honey. Please."

JJ smiles and settles back against the pillows on the bed. "The twins freaked out Rocky tonight."

Emily grins. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yep. Team aerobics had my stomach stretching all sorts of ways. She's convinced I ate them and there is nothing I can say to make her believe otherwise."

"Is she worried she and Ree are next?"

JJ laughs. "She might be. She keeps giving me your wary stare. Henry has come to my defense but I have a feeling she won't fully trust me around a knife and fork until the twins are born."

Emily laughs. "Oh, that's priceless. Tell her I'll protect her even from afar."

"I will. She'll be glad to hear it."

The two chat about the kids for another thirty minutes until Emily can't take the throbbing in her ankle any longer. JJ hears the pain.

"I think it's time for Agent Sexy to take a pain pill."

"What do you need a pain pill for?" Emily asks.

JJ grins. "Charmer."

"Always. Not even a bear trap can snap that out of me."

"Good to know. So, take your pill and get some sleep. I love you, Em."

"I love you, too. I miss you so much."

"Same here. But this is the safest place for me and the nesters to be…despite what Rocky thinks."

Emily grins. "Right. Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night, baby."

Emily reluctantly hangs up. She slowly sits up and grabs her crutches. After brushing her teeth and getting in bed she sets the alarm. Just in case she sleeps through it Morgan will check on her in the morning and rewrap her ankle after she showers. She smiles. Though she would prefer JJ was the one taking care of her she can't help but feel the love for her best friend who is stepping in for her wife. Soon the pill takes affect and Emily is fast asleep.

Darryl Holmgren paces in irritation. How the hell had the Feds found Eddie's place so quickly? Or any of the people he had used to stock up on ammonium nitrate fertilizer.

"Stupid fucking bastards! How the FUCK did they find my base? I'll fucking kill them!"

He paces in frustration. He has 4 targets left. Each target has 3 bombs assigned to them. He turns to the table where they sit like presents from Santa. He walks over and stares at each of them, picturing the places where he will place them. Initial explosion, the second close enough to be activated by the gas fire of the first explosion, the third to block the main entry activated by the gas plumes from the second. It was perfection.

"Perfection," he says softly as his hand caresses one bomb. He takes a deep breath. Target 3 is the smallest office. "Maybe just 2 bombs will be enough. Maybe."

He lifts the box that would hold the third explosion. Time to reconfigure it to explode upon opening. Time to show the cops they can't stop him. He will not stop until he has finished avenging others like him who were forgotten by his equals.

"It's their fault," he justifies to himself once more as he contemplates his victims. "They should have done more to help those of us like them. They didn't! They were selfish and didn't bother trying to reach out. It's their fault. And the FBI is going to learn that sometimes laws have to be ignored when people deserve to die. Oh, yes, they will learn that tomorrow."

Reid groans as his phone rings. He glances at the clock and sees it is only 4:32 a.m. He grabs it.

"What?" he mumbles.

"It's case files not a cryptogram!" Emily says excitedly.

Reid frowns and sits up. "The numbers?"

"Yes! Case files of some sort. Official state files! Garcia can hack them!"

Reid scrambles out of bed and hurries over to the desk. He grabs his copy of the paper even though he can see it perfectly in his mind. He reads them with his thoughts on them being case files instead of names or target locations. He smiles.

"Yes! I'll send an email to Garcia. Great work, Em!"

"Thanks, Ferdinand. I'll talk to you on the boat tomorrow," the doped up Prentiss mumbles as she quickly falls deeper into sleep.

Reid stares at his phone as it goes dead. "Ferdinand? Boat? What the heck?" He shrugs it off and sits down to send an email for Garcia to search the numbers first thing in the morning. If Emily is right they may finally be able to tie all the victims together by more than just their cause of death.