Emily puts the last of the luggage in the van as Francesca finishes securing the child seats in it. The nanny looks at Emily.

"What of Alaska's food?"

"We can just buy some when we get down there. I have a collapsible bowl for water on the plane."

"Okay, cara."

That morning Henry had insisted Alaska had to come with them. Since they are staying at Will and Helen's house, Emily had called and Helen had agreed to allow the pup to come as a comfort to his young master. A call to Tom Colter had him agreeing to stop in and check on Sergio each day and to bring the mail in. Emily takes a deep breath. She had not gotten much sleep last night as her mind wandered between how to comfort her son and how to find the man that killed his father. She was glad to see JJ was on more even footing emotionally this morning.

"Shall I sit in the van with the children while you two are with Dr. Manton?" the nanny asks.

"Yeah, you can…" Emily thinks a second. She smiles. "You know what, how about all 3 of you come in. I mean, you may not want to be there for the clinical part of it but what about coming in to see the ultrasound live?"

Francesca chuckles. "Cara, I have seen them. I can stay in the waiting room. But I think it would be great for Henry and Rocky to see their siblings. Especially if Rocky can see there are no chew marks on the babies."

Emily laughs at that remark. "Very true. Okay, we'll take the kids in for the ultrasound and I'll bring them back out when Doc has to do the physical. Maybe…maybe seeing the lives of his siblings will help Henry understand that life goes on."

"Si, cara, I am sure it will."

The two head inside to check on JJ and the kids. Right from the doctors they would be going to Dulles to meet up with Gerald for the flight to New Orleans. Emily lets out a breath.

"It's gonna be a long few days."

"Si, cara, but will we make it. You will see, Emily. We will be just fine."

Emily smiles and hugs the woman. "With you by our side, how can we not be, Francesca?"

Garcia had been back at her desk at 7 a.m. She would have been there earlier but she had also had to say goodbye to her girlfriend for a couple weeks or more.

"This day fucking sucks," she mutters as she starts to once more search for recent parolees or recent inmate deaths who had ties to Will.

"Hi."

Garcia spins and sees Kevin standing in the door, two cups of Starbucks in his hands.

"Hi," she answers.

"I heard about Will," he states. "I figured you would be in early." He holds up a cup. "Thought you might need this."

Garcia smiles. "My hero."

Kevin smiles and walks in to give her the drink. "So, uh, are you all going to go help?"

Garcia nods. "Yeah. Hotch told us all last night. He wants me to go, too, to be close to search things and, well, I think to be close for JJ but he didn't say that."

Kevin smiles. "Henry will be glad to have you there."

Garcia smiles. "Yeah, he will be."

"So, uh, if you need a hand here, I'm volunteering. Anything you need I can take care of."

"Thanks, Kevin. I really appreciate it."

"Yeah." He takes a deep breath. "I liked Will. Any chance it would be okay if I flew down Friday night to go to the funeral on Saturday."

Garcia nods. "That would be great, Kevin. And I'll have Hotch book me a double. You can crash in the other bed that night so you can save a little money since you'll be buying a last minute ticket."

"Umm, Stephanie won't shoot me will she?"

Garcia giggles. "She's on assignment so you are safe. For now, at least."

Kevin smiles at her. "Good to know." He stands. "I'll let you get to work. I'll brief with your team so I know where things stand."

"Sounds good. We're meeting at 9."

Kevin nods. "I'll be there." He starts towards the door, then turns back. "Penny, I'm really sorry about Will."

Garcia gives him a sad smiles. "I know. Thanks, Kevin."

"Well, are you two ready to see your brother and sister?" Dr. Kendle Manton asks Henry and Rocky.

Henry nods, not sure what they are about to see. Rocky leans towards Dr. Manton and whispers to her.

"Mommy eats."

Kendle grins. "Mommy eats a lot?"

Rocky shakes her head. "No. Mommy eats babies."

Kendle's eyebrows shoot up in amusement. "Uh, what?"

Emily strokes a hand over Rocky's curls. "Rocky is worried her Mommy has eaten the babies."

Kendle chuckles and looks at Rocky. "Rocky, even though there are two little babies in your Mommy's tummy, she did not eat them. They are just growing there until they are ready to be born."

"Oh," Rocky says skeptically.

"If you can figure out a way to make her believe that I'll help you bottle it up to sell," JJ tells Kendle.

The doctor grins and starts the scan of JJ's stomach. Emily points to the monitor and watches as Henry and Rocky's eyes get wide as they see the babies moving around inside. Rocky looks from the screen to JJ's stomach and back again.

"See…her eats," she says with conviction.

Emily chuckles and kisses the top of the little one's head. "When I was pregnant with you you were in my tummy just like they are in Mommy's tummy."

Rocky slowly shakes her head. "No. Her eats. Time, Mommy. Bad."

JJ and Emily exchange an amused look as Kendle and her nurse giggle. This is one headstrong little girl! Emily looks at Henry.

"What do you think, Champ?"

Henry just shrugs. He hadn't talked much that morning except when insisting Alaska had to come with them. JJ reaches over and strokes his cheek.

"They are so lucky to have you as a big brother, Henry. You are going to be able to teach them so much."

Henry watches the screen a moment more. He turns to Kendle.

"Them 'kay?"

Kendle nods. "They look perfect, Henry."

He looks back at the screen. "Look squished."

Kendle smiles. "Well, they definitely have less room in there than you or your sisters had but they are just fine."

Henry looks at his mother. "Tiny, Mommy."

JJ nods. "They are. But they are getting bigger and before we know it they will be born and you will have another sister and finally a little brother."

"Him need puppy."

Emily chuckles and kisses the top of his head. "We'll get him his own puppy when he gets older, like you were. Okay?"

He leans back against Emily. "'Kay, Mama."

Emily and JJ exchange a look. He had spoken more in those few sentences than he had all morning. Maybe he was starting to even out emotionally. Or maybe his mother's love him so much they will try to find a ray of hope wherever they can.

After getting a warning from Kendle to keep careful track of her blood pressure over the next few emotion-packed days, JJ is told she is otherwise in good health at this point in her pregnancy. They had then driven to the Signature terminal at Dulles airport to see Gerald already waiting for them. They quickly get the van unloaded, including the child seats which will be transferred to the plane. Gerald pulls JJ into a hug.

"I am so sorry, Jennifer."

JJ nods. "Thank you, Gerald."

He then lifts Henry up into his arms. "How you doing, Henry?"

Henry, his normally vibrant eyes dull, leans his head onto his grandfather's shoulders. "Pa, Daddy in heaven."

Gerald hugs him closer. "I know, Piccolo. I know. Come on, let's get you to the plane, okay?"

Henry just nods as his grandfather carries him into the terminal. Within 45 minutes the plane is taxiing down the runway for liftoff. Emily, at his request, sits beside Henry. Francesca is sitting beside Rocky and JJ is sitting beside Gerald. He takes her hand.

"Is there anything I can do for you or Henry? Or Helen even?"

JJ shrugs. "I don't know about Helen. As for me and Henry, you're doing it: you're here, Gerald."

He smiles. "I'm glad I can be here for you all."

"So, Emily and I talked for about 3 hours after your joint session with Westfallen."

"I see. Um, and?"

JJ smiles. "I just want to say how happy I am that you two really hashed things out. Are things going okay with your doctor in England?"

Gerald nods. "Surprisingly, yes. Turns out I had a heck of a lot of baggage to deal with," he admits with a grin.

"No surprise. You are of an age where feelings are internalized. I can imagine your father was just the same."

Gerald grins. "To say the least. And my mother and grandmother were also of the era to encourage me to hide emotion instead of express them. When…when Liz's career started to eclipse mine I had no way of coping other than the bottle and…and women who cared about my wallet." He looks up and across to see Emily stroking a hand over Henry's head. "I lost so much time with my daughter and my wife. I could have lost all of you; all of this. It's a little…hard to accept sometimes so I am glad that I finally have someone who can help me weed through all the crap in my head. Scary sometimes, though."

"Yeah, it can be," JJ agrees. "But she is so proud of you. And she is so…I guess the word is 'settled' about everything that has been in your past."

"I was so worried she'd push you away that night."

JJ grins. "She didn't get a chance to. She 'camped out' with the kids in the living room that night. And when we finally went to bed, I made her talk to me. Told her we needed to hash it out that night so she could start completely fresh the next day." JJ chuckles. "Still can't believe that worked on her."

Gerald chuckles. "I'm not surprised. When she left me with Westfallen I could see something in her eyes I had never seen before."

"What's that?"

"Forgiveness. And to truly forgive you have to put it in the past. She was probably glad you forced her hand to make her get it done that night."

"Maybe." JJ studies her wife's profile, noticing that she is singing softly to Henry. "All I know is she has been a better wife, better mother, better person since she put all that crap to rest."

"Good. May she continue to learn more from you about love than she learned from me and her mother."

JJ just smiles and pats Gerald's hand, her heart lighter than she would have imagined it could be considering where they are going.

The team watches the video of the robbery turned homicide that took the life of their friend and left the clerk at a convenience store fighting for his life.

"Right there," Hotch hits pause. "Did anyone else see it?"

Rossi nods. "Yes. His mannerisms changed when Will spoke."

"Damn it, why can't we have sound?" Morgan asks in frustration.

"If we can get better angles I could probably read his lips," Reid states.

"I'm working on it, Boy Wonder. It's an old system so I'm having to manipulate the angles myself and clean them up to make them viable," Garcia tells him.

"How long until they are done?" Hotch asks.

"Best guess, maybe another 2 hours."

"Keep at it." He looks at Kevin. "Keep weeding through the searches Garcia started on ex-cons in Will's life. We need to know every single player that could take the field."

Kevin nods. "Will do. Will also try to get prison logs for any that seem like high probabilities."

"Good." Hotch looks around the table. "Rest of you, wheel's up in 30. Let's try to get answers before Saturday."

The team nods and goes to get what they need to leave. It doesn't surprise Hotch at all that they are all on the jet ready to leave in just 15 minutes.

They haven't been in the air long when Garcia's like-crimes search finishes. No surprise, there are lots of unsolved convenience store robbery-homicides. Morgan glances at the information.

"Damn. Try weeding out ones where," he consults his case notes, "a .357 was used. A revolver."

Garcia types a second and then shakes her head. "Who the fuck knew that many would still make the list."

Reid sits up. "Filter out ones were law enforcement officers, lawyers, others in the LEO community where killed."

Morgan looks at him as Garcia adds the new filters. "What are you thinking, Reid?"

"The killer's mannerisms. He acted like a typical robber right up until Will spoke to him. Then he…he seemed to calm, then turned and fired 3 times center mass taking Will down. He then turned and shot the clerk twice."

Morgan nods, seeing where Reid was going. "He started out, then stepped back and grabbed the bag of money as if he had forgotten about it. Could have been nerves or it could have been that the money was secondary to the shooting. He made sure Will would die of the wounds. Even the clerk's shooting was secondary. He probably didn't know the guy had already triggered the silent alarm and shot him to buy time to get away."

"Could…this have been an execution?" Reid postulates.

Morgan locks eyes with the genius. Both men are trying to come up with another scenario that could make sense with what they had seen on the video. Morgan finally looks over at Garcia.

"Tell Kevin to hurry up with the con list. If Reid's theory is right the answer to what happened to Will is in those names."

"What are you thinking?" Hotch asks, walking up to them.

Reid quickly lays out his theory. Hotch studies the two profilers and the analyst sitting in the center of the jet. He nods.

"It's a good theory. But it is only a theory. It would be easy, and perhaps more understandable, if we make this a revenge killing; if we just assume it was more than it was. For all we know this is a man suffering from D.I.D. and that explains the change in his mannerisms. It could be a random act of violence. Don't settle the case before we get there," he cautions.

Reid and Morgan exchange a look. Both had felt excitement at having an answer; both had been premature in their conviction that they had the right theory. But Dissociative Identity Disorder is also a valid reason for the change in the killer. Morgan runs a hand over his clean shaven dome.

"You're right, Hotch. It's…it's hard to temper this one and look at the case without bias." He glances at Reid. "I'll keep your ass in check if you keep mine."

Reid smiles. "Deal." He looks up at his boss. "Sorry, Hotch."

Hotch grins supportively. "Don't be. Got excited when I heard your theory, too." He takes a deep breath. "The powers that be will be watching us closely. Everything we do will be scrutinized much like it was after Foyet. Let's make sure we can stand on our record and on the case we help develop with no reservations. It will be hard as hell, I know, but treat this as if it's just another case."

Garcia sighs. "Any idea how we do that?"

Hotch sighs and shakes his head. "No. We'll just…have to figure it out as we go along. That said, when we land, Morgan go with Rossi to the scene. Check out nearby businesses and see if any have surveillance cameras that might have caught anything. Reid, you and I will go to the station and start to weed through everything Marty Florence and the other detectives have come up with. Garcia, see if they have anything that can aid your searches. Anything back from your height/weight program?"

"Nothing yet, sir. I just sent the final image that should help it give us a good idea of his height and weight. I think he's hunching a little to screw up the description so the program should be able to adjust for that."

"Excellent. As soon as you have it, get those parameters into your searches."

"Yes, sir."

"Emily texted me. She's getting JJ and her family settled in with Helen. JJ is going to help Helen today but Emily will meet us at the station."

"How was JJ's doctor's appointment this morning?" Reid asks.

Hotch smiles. "All is good. But Rocky still is pretty much convinced JJ ate the twins."

The team shares a much needed chuckle as they go back to working on their preliminary notes on this very personal case.

JJ and Helen exchange a firm hug. As it ends, JJ stares into her friend's eyes. "I am so, so sorry, Helen."

Helen nods, her breathing raspy. "Thank you. I still…I think I'm still in shock and probably denial."

"I'm not surprised," JJ admits.

Rocky comes running up the walk. "Hi, Au' He'en!"

Helen puts a smiles on her face and kneels down to get a hug. "Hi, Rocky. You are getting so big."

Rocky just nods. Henry comes racing up and Helen opens her arms to him. "Henry…oh, sweet boy."

"Where Daddy?" he asks immediately.

Helen eases him back and stares into confused blue eyes. "Henry, your daddy…he is…is in heaven now."

Henry pulls away and looks up at JJ. He frowns. "NO!"

He storms past Helen and JJ into the house, Alaska on his heels. Helen sighs and stands.

"You're right. He doesn't understand."

"He's three. How could he?" JJ asks. "But we'll do what we can to help him. Meanwhile, what can I do to help you?"

Helen shrugs. "I…I don't even know where to start. Marie is coming over to handle the New Orleans portion of the funeral. Can you help with the police side?"

JJ nods. "Of course."

"I know it's to be a celebration of his life; a party if you will." Helen takes a gasping breath. "But I just don't feel like partying."

She bursts into tears and JJ just pulls her into a hug. They stand together on the porch as the others carry bags and such inside the house. Francesca pats both ladies on the shoulder as she passes.

"Worry not about meals. I will take care of everything."

Helen gives her a sad smile. "Thank you, Francesca."

JJ wraps her arm around Helen's waist and they head inside. They hear Annabelle start to fuss and go into the living room to find the little one stirring.

"I think someone is hungry," Helen says. "You know, if I didn't have her I might lose my mind. I only worry she…she won't know him…" she chokes back a sob.

JJ squeezes her waist. "She will know Will, Helen. We have videos and stories and pictures. She will know him through all of us. I promise."

Helen just nods. JJ steps towards the crib to lift the little girl out but Rocky runs in front of her and stops her.

"No! No, Mommy! Time out!"

Helen looks at her in confusion as JJ bursts out laughing. "Rocky, I was just going to get Annabelle out so Aunt Helen can feed her."

"No! Mommy eat! No eat! Time out!"

JJ chuckles and picks up her daughter instead. "Okay, how about I pick you up and Aunt Helen gets Annabelle out?"

Rocky sighs in relief. "Si. Good, Mommy."

Helen chuckles and tickles Rocky. "You know, Rocky, if anyone had told me I could laugh again so soon I wouldn't have believed them." She kisses Rocky's cheek. "Thank you, sweet girl."

Emily finishes setting her suitcase and JJ's in the bedroom they will use then goes in search of Henry. She finds him in his bedroom under his bed. She lies down on the floor and stares at him.

"Hi. What are you doing down there?"

"Want Daddy."

Emily sighs. "I know you are so confused and hurting so much now, Champ. I wish I could get him for you. I really, really do."

"Em?"

Emily looks back and sees JJ walking in with Rocky. JJ's face falls as she realizes Henry is hiding from them; from the world.

"Oh, my poor boy."

"Ree?"

Henry crawls out from under the bed. JJ lies down on the bed with Rocky still in her arms. Henry clambers up on the bed with them and starts to cry. Hard, sobbing, choking tears as if seeing his daddy isn't at the house makes this nightmare become reality for him. JJ holds him close, her own tears leaking down her cheeks at his pain. Rocky pats her brother on the shoulder, quietly singing a song in hopes of making him happy. Emily kneels beside the bed, her hand stroking over his head, hating the feeling of helplessness stealing over her. She leans over and kisses both of her children. She looks at JJ.

"I need to go. We need…this done."

JJ nods. "I know. Call me if you all need me."

"I will." Emily kisses the kids again and then her wife. She walks downstairs and into the living room as Helen finishes breastfeeding Annabelle. "Helen…"

Helen looks up at her. "Thank you for being here, Emily."

"No problem. Anything I can do let me know."

"My guess is you are on your way to the station to meet up with the team." Emily nods. "Find this bastard, Emily. Please. Find him and get him convicted."

Emily hugs Helen and Annabelle. "I will do my damnedest. I swear it."

She kisses Annabelle on the head then hurries from the house. She finds her father waiting with the limo that had delivered them from the airport.

"Need a lift?"

"Yes." Emily says, anger in her voice. "I have to find this bastard, Dad. For Henry and Helen and Annabelle. I will not rest until I do."

He takes her by the shoulder. "Clear the anger from your head, Emily. You know as well as I do if you let anger dictate your emotions you've lost before you've even begun the game."

Emily takes a deep breath. "Right. Right. Okay. Right. Shit. Tell me how I let go of the anger after finding my son hiding under a bed?"

Gerald sighs and shrugs. "I don't know. But if anyone can figure it out it's you. That's the one thing I am sure of."

Emily smiles. His confidence in her settles her somehow. "Thanks, Dad. I think I needed to hear that."

"Good." He kisses her forehead. "Now, let's get you to the station so you can try to bring this nightmare to an end."

Emily nods and gets into the limo. Time to turn off Mama and turn on Agent; time to get justice for Will and Henry.