Warren folded on Bateman before his ass even hit the chair. "Look, I told him about the prints- but there's nothing against protocol about that. He's a cop. I was just passing along info he'd get eventually, anyhow."

Hotch stared, his facial expressions unmoving.

"I didn't know what he was doing, I swear it. I figured he was covering for somebody- I'm not an idiot, I mean. I knew something was up. That's why I called you guys. I thought you'd bust whoever it was and then I wouldn't have to deal with it; if I was right, you'd find out. If not, no harm done."

Hotch continued staring, waiting for Warren to finish.

Exasperated, The officer sighed. "I didn't know he was the perp! I swear, I didn't know."

Behind the glass, Morgan glared at Rossi. "What do you think? Buy his story?"

Rossi crossed his arms. "He'd have to be an idiot to think Bateman was covering for someone. And in either way, bringing Bateman in could have stopped the O'Connell's murders."

Hotch continued his questioning. "We've got enough against you both, Warren, for you to go away a long time. I suggest you work with the DA. Maybe they can get you a deal if you cooperate and testify against him. But that's out of my hands."

He stood, rising to the door.

Warren calls after him, "Come on, I called you guys here. I got the help. I stopped it. I should be thanked, not punished!"

Hotch ignored his calls, closing the door behind him.

Rossi smiled sadly. "Well, at least now we get to go home."

"Morning sunshines, we're landing in twenty. Need anything in my way home?"

Emily's lips curled when she read Garcia's text. JJ was still sleeping beside her, a fresh ice pack over the shirt she had stolen from the brunette in the night.

"Thanks, Pen. But I know you're tired. I'll manage out to the store later today."

Emily's shoulder throbbed at the thought of carrying groceries, but it was a task she knew she'd have to complete at some point in the day.

"Nonsense. I'm not going to be able to sleep anyway until I see that my lovelies are fine."

Emily grinned, typing back, "So you're going to the office?"

Garcia's fingers flew. "What? Why?" Then a second text rolled in to Emily's phone. "Not those! My computers are fine. OR THEY BETTER BE AT LEAST. I meant you two."

JJ began to stir beside her, mumbling sleepily. Emily glanced back at her phone, texting quickly. "She's just waking up. Food?"

It was sometime just after three, but neither agent had eaten all day. Every time Emily tried to leave the bed, JJ woke up and clung to her shirt. "Fair warning," Emily added, "It's been a bad night. She's in a lot of pain."

Garcia cried out softly as she read the brunette's words. "Be there soon." She fired back, determined to bring JJ all of her favorite things. Before the plane hit the ground, Garcia was already plotting.

"Woah, Pen- what did you do, rob a Chinese market?" Emily gasped, opening the door.

Penelope was juggling six trays of food with a handful of plastic bags on her arm. When Emily tried to take them, she shooed her away. "Get off! You're not getting hurt on my watch!"

Emily rolled her eyes, pressing up against the wall to let Garcia pass. "Thanks. You really are a life saver."

Garcia smiled sweetly. "I know." The grin fell slightly as she added, "I didn't know what she wanted and I didn't want to call. So I just got one of everything you two like."

"Of course you did." Emily chuckled. "What's in the bags?"

"Ice cream. And movies. And popcorn. And wine." Garcia spouted off, her words a stream.

Emily raised an eyebrow. "This looks like a girls night order."

"It is! My bag is in the car!" Garcia beamed. Her face fell quickly, though. "Unless you don't want to- I can leave. Oh, I should have asked…"

The brunette interrupted her. "No, Pen. Seriously, this is great. It's exactly what we needed."

Garcia sighed, relieved. "Good."

"But I've got to tell you something, first." Emily said uneasily.

"Oh?"

She nodded, looking over her shoulder and lowering her voice. "Keep it between us for now, okay? I don't know if she's ready for people to know."

Garcia's smile resumed, her instinct kicking in. "Oh Emily! Congratulations! It's about damn time!"

Emily winced as Penelope wrapped her in a hug. "Thank you, Pen. Seriously."

JJ looked like a new woman sitting on the couch, buried in Chinese food and Cheetos. The Heat, a Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy chick-flick, played on TV as Emily leaned back, sipping her wine.

Garcia had been shocked to see the newly formed bruises covering JJ's face, blue splotches outlining neck and swelling her eyes. She stumbled over her words as she tried to hide her anger, it boiling in her stomach and rising through her blood. Now, Penelope sat on a love seat, staring at the two women as they relaxed on the couch. She couldn't help but smile, the raw emotion obvious between them.

"JJ, do you need a drink or anything?" Garcia asked, itching to help. Every few minutes or so, the blond would cough, making Penelope wince she watched her friend double over in pain.

She smiled slyly. "Wine?"

Emily cut in, "Nope, not with your medicine missy."

Jennifer pouted. "But you get wine!"

Garcia laughed, "I shouldn't have brought it."

Jen scowled,, "One glass wouldn't hurt."

Emily smiled softly, putting down her glass. "Look, I'll suffer with you. Deal?"

JJ tried to stay frustrated, but melted as Emily wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She nestled into her chest, mumbling against Emily's FBI tshirt. "Deal."