Author's Note: So this is it. I'm not sure I ever mentioned it, but this whole story came from one simple moment: I stepped outside for a cigarette one evening when it was snowing, and the tyre swing in the neighbours yard was swinging by itself. That was it, and then this happened. It was originally intended to be a simple case fic, without JJ and Henry and Emily taking centre stage, but I couldn't resist adding a little lady love in there. ;) I've really enjoyed writing it, even if there has been a few bumps along the way. And I really hope that you enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sticking with this story! You're all awesome.

Chapter Sixteen; Closure

Six months later:

It was JJ who saw him last, through her suddenly clear eyes as they dropped the small box of his ashes into the ground. Her lips curled into a content smile as she felt soft fingers entwine with hers by her side; her only thought that sometimes, good really did prevail and happy endings really did happen - even if it was after six months of mandatory tests and investigations and examinations done on the body of Percy Watson, until all parties involved were satisfied that nothing untoward, on JJ's part, had happened that day, and that the whole thing could finally be laid to rest.

"I thought you might wana see this, Jayje." Emily handed JJ a photograph as they left the graveside without a second glance and climbed into her car. "This is the other voice you heard when you were a kid. I figured you could use the closure and so I had a friend of mine do a little digging."

"Who is he?" JJ spoke softly as she removed her sunglasses and eyed the photograph in her hands.

"His name is Adrian Hendricks. He's Janette's husband. Well, was." Emily paused. "He worked for the local PD and the reason that her son's death.. their son's death, was deemed an accident, is because he made it that way. He was in cahoots with Watson and the last thing he needed was someone looking into him. Unfortunately, that loyalty wasn't rewarded and Watson did indeed kill him the night that he got caught twenty-two years ago." She paused again. "When the police found you, they just assumed that Adrian had gotten there first rather than that he was there as an accomplice. Since neither you nor Janette protested against this assumption at the time, no one ever questioned it - despite there being an abundance of his prints at the crime scene that wouldn't have been there from him simply checking out a lead. Janette did come forward though, some years later. Turns out she found a box in their basement, full of photographs and 'trophies' that linked her husband to the children that he and Percy had.." She let her voice trail off, unable to finish her sentence, before she continued with a slightly more upbeat tone. "Anyway, she handed it over to them and upon further investigation, they found that he was a part of it all."

"Why didn't I know about this?" JJ shook her blonde head in confusion.

"Because.. her condition of giving them the contents of that box was that you never found out. It was almost three years after the case had been closed and she told the police that you didn't need the past dragging up again. And considering they had been chasing Hendricks as a dirty cop for years before his death but were never able to pin anything definitive on him, they took the deal."

"She really didn't know before she found that box?" JJ's face contorted to one that depicted her disbelief; how could Janette not have known what her husband was doing?

"I doubt it. Well, not really. From what I've read, Hendricks was a very abusive man and so she was probably scared. It's true that she was the one to call the police the night that you were found and she was actually the reason that you were found, but I'm almost certain that she made that call without knowing the part that her husband played."

"Wait-" JJ swung her her around to face Emily. "-Janette was the reason that I was found?"

"She was, Babe. Turns out she's had your back all along."

JJ's heart softened. She hadn't really thought of Janette Watson until this point, and she certainly hadn't met her like the rest of them had. Considering the old woman had admitted to everything and therefore didn't even have a trial, she had had no reason to meet her. But now..

"There's something that I need to do."

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"I understand that you were the one who took my son." JJ spoke purposely coldly as Janette nervously took up a seat at the table in front of her; before allowing her features and her voice to soften as she watched relieved eyes turned to sorrow. "I also understand that you were the one who brought him home to us."

"I just wanted him to be safe, Ms Jareau." The middle aged woman spoke softly, regretfully.

Leaning forward on her chair and resting her hands against the other woman's, JJ spoke again with a sincere and far gentler voice than the one she had opened with. "Thank you, Janette. Thank you for bringing him back to me."

A small smile pulled at Janette's aged features. "Is he doing well?"

"He's doing great." JJ nodded with a smile before reaching to the chair beside her and pushing a piece of paper across the table. "He wanted me to give this to you."

The old woman's face lit up noticeably and a gentle chuckle left her lips as she picked up the piece of paper designed with colourful versions of what she assumed to be herself and Henry eating popcorn. "He remembers me?"

"He does." JJ nodded. It was a little backwards, really; this woman had taken her son, and yet here she was, not only taking the time out of her life to visit her in prison, but actually feeling some kind of gratitude and empathy towards her. But she was grateful, so very grateful. If it hadn't been for her, then her son may not even be alive right now and that didn't bear thinking about. And she was empathetic - and regretful that this woman hadn't been as lucky as she herself had. "He refers to you as the nice lady who let him stay up late."

Laughing softly, Janette nodded her head as she looked upon the drawing in her hand with teary eyes once more before finally returning it to the table. "And you, Miss Jareau. How are you doing, dear?"

A small, genuine smile graced JJ's features in an instant.

"Where do you think you're going?" Emily smiled as she walked into the bedroom, grabbing JJ's arm and pulling her flush against her; causing the silk sheet purposefully wrapped around the younger woman's small frame to slip a little.

Laughing, JJ responded. "I need to take a shower. I smell like sex, thanks to someone, and Henry will be awake soon."

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Emily began as she pushed JJ back onto the bed, removing the sheet from her body and straddling the younger woman's waist as she pressed soft lips to an exposed neck. "I just dropped him at Garcia's. I was told, in her exact words, that you need a little Emily style TLC and that she won't be returning him until this evening. Or until she's satisfied that she's filled him with enough sugar, whichever comes first."

Licking her lips as Emily's trailed along her neck, across her collarbone, JJ tried to remain focused. "Emily, it's okay. I'm doing okay. I don't need.." JJ's eyes rolled back as she felt full lips latch onto her nipple.

"Are you sure about that?" Emily whispered with a smirk.

"Well.. perhaps I do need a little.." JJ's words failed her as those lips left her breast, trailed down a taut stomach and lingered inches from where she craved them to be.

Emily smiled at the moan that escaped JJ's lips as she dragged her tongue through the blonde's centre and hooked her arms beneath the blonde's thighs to part them further and give her more access.

"Emily.." JJ's back arched off of the bed, her breathing laboured as Emily trailed her tongue through wet folds, fingers tangling in raven hair as she moved her hips against the older woman's mouth. "Emily.." She breathed again before pushing the older woman back and sitting up abruptly; her hands immediately reaching for Emily's belt, the buttons on her shirt. She needed to feel skin on skin, and the offending objects were quickly removed before she pulled the brunette back against her.

"You're so beautiful." Emily whispered honestly as she moved onto her side beside the younger woman, their bodies melded together as she slipped her hand between JJ's legs and moved purposely slowly through the wetness that she found there. She watched closely as JJ's body moved beautifully with each stroke of her fingers, almost like the sea ebbing and flowing against the shore. Heavy eyelids fell over bright blue eyes, golden hair splayed out freely against the white silk sheets of her bed, and that would have been perfection enough - but the unexpectedly strong hand that grasped at the back of her head and crashed soft lips to her own, the other hand that slipped easily between her legs and into her own wetness, and the warm body that melded further into hers forced her to rethink that notion.

Both women moved together, slowly, gently, fluidly; somewhat like you'd expect to read in a romance novel. There was nothing hurried, nothing forced, nothing but them and the motion of their own bodies; an unspoken gratitude for each other and the promise of days better than they had both endured in the past.

"I love you, so much." JJ whispered through laboured breaths as she moved against Emily's hand, her own fingers thrusting gently in and out of the brunette. She'd been through hell, and this very moment was the light at the end of the tunnel that she could always make out on the horizon in the past, but could never quite reach. And now.. it was not only within her reach but right there, right by her side, against her, inside her.

"I love you too, beautiful." Emily responded sincerely as she allowed her left hand to lace through JJ's golden locks. She never thought that she'd have this moment again; was certain that it would forever remain a memory at the back of her mind, that she only allowed out when she found the strength. And yet here she was, entangled in love, moving with this angel in a silence that spoke volumes, chasing bliss with the woman she thought was lost to her forever.

She didn't want that, she'd never wanted that – she didn't even want her to leave to move back into her own house that she had still yet to do even after two months; she wanted Henry and JJ here, where they belonged, with her. And with a shred of wondering courage that she grasped onto as euphoria burst through both of them, Emily whispered. "¿Va a vivir conmigo, JJ?"

"You tease.." JJ spoke through uneven breaths as their orgasms subsided and she slowly withdrew her fingers from Emily; allowing her hand to rest gently at Emily's hips whilst the other brushed away a fallen lock of raven hair. "We've talked about this before, Em. I don't speak any language other than plain old English and I have no idea what you just said."

"I know." Emily smiled as she rested her forehead against JJ's, her own breaths falling as unevenly as the younger woman's. "But you should get back to me when you've figured it out." Pressing a quick kiss to JJ's lips, Emily smirked against the blonde's mouth. "Google is a wonderful thing. Though, if you come back and tell me that you don't wish to ride a bicycle through my alligator then I think you'll need to work on your search engine skills."

A small nod came from a blonde head; her genuine smile glistening through bright blue eyes. "I'm doing wonderfully."

Author's Note 2: So no, Emily did not ask JJ if she would like to ride a bicycle through her alligator; she asked her to move in with her. I kinda wish that I didn't have to point that out because I think it pretty much ruins the moment that I was trying to achieve, lol, but I do not trust the translation that Google Translate gave me and I certainly don't trust that it wouldn't give you guys the same question that Emily assumes JJ will find if you were copy and paste. Therefore, I have to ruin the moment.

PS. Two things:

1; I've said it already but I will say it again - thank you so much for following this story and I apologise for the times that life has gotten in the way. I've learnt my lesson with that, and any future stories that I write will be written in full before I even upload chapter one so that I don't have to keep you guys waiting.

2; I apparently have an affection for utilising Emily Prentiss' ability to speak several different languages fluently and will likely continue to do that with future stories - (she's so hot when she speaks in a different language) - however, like JJ, I don't speak any language other than plain old English, and therefore I apologise if Google causes me to mess up with translations.

That is all. Thanks again!