Emily folds arms across her abdomen, gingerly settling her hands on the thick bandages under her shirt, trying to let the sound of the jet calm her. Paris. A new name, a new identity, a new country… Emily Prentiss is dead, she tells herself. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites down on her lip, a lump forming in her throat.

A small hand slides onto her leg, the fingers squeezing her knee softly. "Hey," JJ whispers. "We're going to get him. We'll get him and then you can come home."

She shakes her head, holding herself closer, tighter, trying so hard to keep it all in. He's too good. Doyle is too good, too smart, too resourceful and too well connected… And god, Declan is out there without her, across an ocean… She suppresses a sob and pain shoots through her, folding her in half –

"Listen to me," JJ says firmly, settling her hand on Emily's back and rubbing slowly until she sits upright again. She hasn't been using her name at all, none of her names, and they've both been pretending not to notice. "We won't give up. And you can't either, okay? You're going to go to Paris and get better and take care of yourself, and we're going to find him. We will bring you home," she adds, her voice getting away from her a little.

Emily turns her head slowly, slides her hand into JJ's lap. JJ takes it and holds it in both of hers, her fingertips tracing slowly over Emily's wrist, still bruised from Doyle's restraints. "JJ," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "I'm so sorry."

JJ just shakes her head, meeting her pleading eyes. She feels the sting of tears, the ache in her throat as she looks at this woman she has loved for years, this woman who risked everything for their team and a little boy she never stopped protecting… Emily looks away, down at their hands, and JJ lets go, slides a hand up Emily's arm, over her shoulder, to the back of her neck, fingers weaving into her hair… When Emily's eyes meet hers again they're wide and dark and full of questions. "I won't let you go," JJ says, her voice choked as a tear escapes and drops down her cheek, and she's sure she'll resist, sure she isn't going to do the stupid thing, until Emily's thumb comes up and wipes the tear away…

Their lips meet slowly, trembling, their fingers tightening on each other as their hearts race and skip and crack a little.