"So if Koresh didn't know where Powell lived how did you find him?" Emily asks.

Hotch smiles. "Our geeks rock," he says with a characteristic Garcia statement.

"Damn right we do," she agrees. "We traced the burn phone numbers. And then we crossed that with the Mustang. We didn't have the year but we knew enough about it to match a classic Mustang to the area the phone was pinging and Voila! There he was."

"Good job," Emily praises. She winces as her hand experiences a muscle spasm.

"Can I get you anything, Princess?" Garcia offers.

"No. Fine. It just has to ease up." Emily does a few Lamaze breaths until the pain eases. "Damn. Not fun."

"Sure isn't." Garcia pats her on the shoulder. "I am so glad the killer wasn't an abusive ass. He just scared the crap out of me."

Emily smiles. "I'm glad that's all he did, Pen."

Hotch nods. "Me, too."

Emily takes a deep breath. "So, uh, everyone went with Jen to talk to Helen and Henry?"

Hotch nods. "Yes. Kevin is still at the precinct finishing up some stuff Florence and Baylor will need to give to the prosecutor but the rest went with JJ. She wasn't sure who Henry would want around when he found out."

"Damn. Wish I could be there," Emily says regretfully.

"We know, Prentiss. We know," Hotch agrees.

JJ stares into Helen's eyes. The first part of this would be for her ears only. Then they would break the news to Henry.

"Helen, I don't know how to say this. Nothing will make it any less painful." She bites her lip a second. "Will was killed because a jerk wanted to cut ties with the contract killer he worked with. He set him up in Houston but the information wasn't put together down there. So he came here and set up Will to be killed in such a way that the FBI would get called in."

"Oh, my God…"

"He then impersonated an FBI agent to feed us enough information to see that it wasn't just a random robbery. Will had done nothing to deserve what happened to him. And video evidence showed that his last act was to try to calm who he thought was a robber and do what he could to protect the store clerk. He died a hero and will always be remembered as such."

"So…it was pointless. My daughter will never know her father because a fucking prick wanted to cut ties with another fucking prick?"

JJ nods. "Yes."

Helen wrings her hands together. "Every time he put on his badge and gun I'd prepare myself that this could happen; prepare myself that I could be at work and he'd be wheeled in on a stretcher. But I always thought there would be better answers than this. It's just…just…" her voice trails off.

"I know. You don't know how much I wish I could give you a better explanation."

"I guess…I guess I will just have to remember he was trying to save a life at the end. He could have hidden, could have cowered behind the food racks. But instead he made himself known to try to protect that clerk. That does mean something."

"Yeah, it does," JJ agrees.

"Helen, I didn't get a chance to tell you," Reid starts, sitting forward in his chair. "I wrote out entire notepads of every memory I have of Will. I plan to copy them and bind them for Henry. I'll do it for Annabelle, too, so that someday she can see who her Daddy was. And if she has questions I will always be there to answer them."

Helen forces a smile to her face, her eyes glassy with tears. "Thank you, Reid." She sits for a second. "I…I don't know what to do now. For days I had his funeral to plan, then I had a couple days of just being angry that his killer was still out there. Now…now what do I do? What's my next step?"

As if in answer to the question, Annabelle starts to fuss. JJ smiles at the widow.

"You go love your daughter and tell her stories about the wonderful, brave man her father was."

Helen smiles for real this time. "Yeah…I think I can do that."

As she walks out, JJ and Reid walk out to the backyard where Morgan is playing with Henry under the watchful eye of Rossi.

"To'down!" Henry calls, throwing his arms in the air.

JJ giggles as she sees him do a "touchdown dance" NFL players would be proud of. Morgan gets up off the ground.

"Yep, touchdown. You are so fast, Henry!"

Rossi looks up at JJ. "All okay in there?"

JJ shrugs. "As okay as it can be." She walked down the two steps into the backyard. "Henry, can I talk to you a second?"

He runs over. "Hi, Mommy! I gots a to'down on Uncle Gan!"

"That's great! You'll be a great football player someday." She takes his hand. "Let's go sit down a second."

Morgan walks up to stand by Reid and Rossi as JJ walks Henry over to a bench in the back garden. She sits down and pulls her son as much into her lap as she can.

"Henry, I want…want you to know we caught the bad man that…hurt Daddy."

Henry thinks about that a second. "So Daddy can come home now?"

JJ feels like she's been punched in the gut. "Uh, no, sweetie. Daddy is an angel now, remember? He'll be able to always watch over us but he can't come home."

Henry's eyes well up with tears. "But I WANT Daddy!" Henry insists. "Bad man is gone so he can come home! He can! I know he can!"

JJ just pulls him close as he bursts into heart wrenching sobs. "Oh, Little Man, I wish that were the case. I so, so wish that were the case."

She holds him and rocks him, wishing there was a way to make a 3 year old completely understand that death is a permanent thing, not just a sad inconvenience.

The next morning, Emily gives her Dad a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for putting off going back to England. I think it helped Jen to have the kids around last night. And I know it helped Helen to have Francesca there to take care of dinner and things."

"No problem, Emily. When things suddenly heated up it didn't seem right to just leave so close to an answer." He carefully lifts her arm. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't need a specialist?"

Emily shakes her head. "No. Mostly soft tissue damage. He was doing his best to prolong the pain."

"Well, gee, lucky you," Gerald smirks.

Emily grins. "Yeah, just what I was thinking."

He drives her to the airstrip where both the BAU jet and his jet are waiting. As Emily gets out of his car, Henry sees her and starts to run to her.

"MAMA!"

Emily smiles and kneels down to accept his hug. "Hey, Champ. How you doing?"

"Daddy an angel still, Mama."

Emily hugs him tighter, her heart breaking at the sad statement. She sees it for what it really is: the hope she will tell him something different; the prayer that she will tell him there is a way to bring his daddy back. "I know, Henry. I know." She kisses his cheek. "But your uncles got that bad man that hurt him. And we will always have your daddy in our hearts."

"Want him here, Mama," he whispers.

"I know, Champ. Me, too." She leans him back. "Tell you what: when we get home we'll go buy a special candle for him and we'll do one of those memory talks that Jack told you about, okay?" Henry nods. She kisses him again. "Good."

He brings a hand up and slowly draws a finger over her cheek. "You gots boo-boo's, Mama."

Emily nods. "Yeah. But they are getting better."

He leans in and gently kisses her cheek. "Boo, Mama. Boo."

She smiles. "Thank you, Henry. You kissed all the pain away."

She stands, lifting him up in her arms. The three of them head up to the planes to start the journey home.