Hey everyone. I had this idea and I just wanted to put it out there. This is a rated M story, there will be rated M content. I hope you guys enjoy it. Until next time.

xxxxxxx

Today was a hard day.

Not because of traffic, or running late to work, or spilling coffee on your back up shirt for work. It was a hard day because of what today meant. What it stood for.

JJ exhales as her hand comes into contact with the 100 pound punching bag in front of her. She isn't sure how long she had been going at it, only that her knuckles were becoming sore, and her music playlist had ended and her music took on a life of itself. Playing music at random, music similar to her playlist. A feature she was happy to have in times like this. She just wanted the loud music. Sweat beads at the top of her forehead as she continues taking shots at the punching bag. She knows she shouldn't keep going, her knuckles feel bruised, and she promised Emily that the last time, was the last time. That she wouldn't continue till her hands bled anymore.

It had been 10 years since the worst day of her life, but everyday on this day, she wanted to feel something other than absolute emptiness. Every time this day comes, she is just reminded of that another year has passed. She doesn't blame anyone, not really. She used to blame herself, her job, even her wife, but she's made it to a point where she understands where the blame lies.

JJ punches the bag again, feeling a twinge in her knuckle. She knows what she is doing, and she knows once she takes her gloves off there will be evidence of what happened here today, but in this moment she didn't care.

She sees him, a perfect vision of black hair, and icy blue eyes. The way she remembers him. The perfect mixture of herself and Emily. He was perfect and he was theirs. The music in her headphones stops, and is replaced by the sound of her ringtone. JJ turns her head, looking at her phone and seeing her wife's name appear on the screen. She sighs, stopping the swinging punching bag and catching her breath for a moment.

"Hello?" She answers, her voice still slightly out of breath.

"Hey." Emily's soft voice fills her ears, a stark contrast to the loud metal music that was playing previously.

"Hi." JJ says, her voice hoarse from lack of water.

"Where are you?" Emily asks, but her voice was knowing and JJ heard it.

"I'm finishing up at the gym. I'll be home soon." JJ breathes out, her breathing finally slowly.

"Ok. I love you." Emily says softly.

"I love you too." JJ says. She waits until Emily disconnects the call before turning back to the punching bag. The music fills her ears once again and JJ paces in front of the punching bag briefly, before turning and landing one last solid punch.

———

Her clean up was fairly quick, opting to shower when she got home, JJ collected her items and got into her car. Her drive home was silent. Her eyes occasionally drifting down to her knuckles that had already started forming bruises over the top. As she pulls into her driveway, she mentally prepares herself to walk in her house. On most days, she couldn't get out of her car fast enough, but today, she had to prepare herself. She takes a few steady breaths, before gathering her things and making her way up the walkway to her front door.

When she walks in, she is immediately greeted with the warmth of her home. She sets her bag down, and walks further inside her home. As she rounds the corner to the kitchen she is greeted with the most perfect sight. Standing at the island, mixing what appears to be pancakes, was Emily. And perched up on the island next to her was their youngest, James Lucas. His sandy blonde hair was pulled back, probably Emily's doing, and he was wearing just a pair of shorts. They were engaged in conversation in French. James was struggling to keep up with his mom, but Emily was patient as she listened to him, correcting him as they went along.

Ever since their children were born, Emily has talked to them in different languages. She always wanted their children to know several different languages. Most of the time, JJ had no idea what was being said, but she was content just watching. Especially when they were babies, she would watch as Emily walked around the house, talking to them in French, Spanish, or German. JJ knew a few phrases that she picked up over the years, but all in all, it was an Emily thing, and it was something she would share with their children forever.

"Hey Mom." The voice pulls JJ from her thoughts, as she turns her head to see her second oldest, Henry Micheal, approaching her. It was clear from his direction that he was coming from the stairs. His blonde hair resembled her own, and his hazel eyes reminded her of her wife. When Henry was born, JJ was convinced his eyes were brown, much like her wife's. But as he got older they lightened to a hazel color, and JJ thought they were beautiful.

"Hey bud." JJ greets with a smile, she reaches out, placing a hand on his head and pulling him into her side. She kisses his head and ruffles his blonde hair as they stand and watch Emily and James make pancakes.

"Are we still going to Grandmas tonight?" Henry asks, turning his head to look up at his mom. JJ's hand was now resting on his forehead as he looked up at her. It was the same story every year. JJ and Emily would take the day off, take the boys to their grandmothers, and then JJ and Emily would loose themselves in several bottles of expensive wine. It was the one day of the year they were truly allowed to fall apart. In the comfort of their own home, in each others company.

"Grandma is out of town, but Auntie Pen has a great night planned for you guys." JJ says with a tight smile. She knows now that Henry is 10, he is starting to pick up on things. Starting to recognize patterns, asking questions. JJ and Emily realistically knew they would have to tell him someday. They would have to tell both boys someday, but JJ couldn't bring herself to form the words.

"Henry, veux-tu du chocolat ou des myrtilles?" James's small voice pulls JJ away from Henry. She looks up and sees the bright blue eyes of her 5 year old, shining with pride. Her eyes flash over to her wife, who had concern written across her face, but masked it quickly when James looked up at her.

"Chocolat, ne le brûle pas comme la dernière fois." Henry responds, his French much more fluent. Emily chuckles at the brothers exchange in French, as JJ smoothes Henry's hair. Her eyes flash over to Emily, who is still helping James with the pancakes, before planting a kiss on his head.

"Why don't you go help your brother." JJ requests, earning a nod from the older boy. He walks over to the island, continuing to speak with his brother in French, as Emily steps away, taking her sons place at JJ's side. They stand silently together, watching the boy's bicker in French, and make pancakes.

"Morgan called a couple times." Emily is the one who breaks the silence between the two of them.

"He knows we don't pick up today." JJ says after a pregnant pause. Today was a hard day, because day marks 10 years since their son went missing. He was 5, when he was kidnapped; and the worst part is they knew who took him. He was an unsub they had been chasing for months. He was a sadistic serial killer who got off on fear and torturing people until they died, and he set eyes on Emily. She showed no fear, which only made him escalate.

At first it was small stuff, then it escalated to showing up outside their house, and leaving creepy packages on their door. But when Emily didn't falter, it only fueled him. He continued to stalk them, Emily and JJ both briefly considered going into WITSEC, but with a lead from Morgan they were able to find him. But it was too late, when Emily and JJ arrived home that night, they immediately felt something was wrong. With their weapons drawn, they entered their ransacked home and found their babysitter dead and their son missing. Emily stormed the interrogation room, pulling him from his seat and yelled threats at the man, but he just stood, laughing. He finally got to her, the ultimate torture. Her son was gone, and she would never know if he was alive or not. And to this day, Martin Daley will only laugh when he was asked where their son was.

"It doesn't look to bad." Emily's voice brings JJ back from her thoughts. She turns to look at her wife, and sees her looking down at her bruised knuckles. JJ suddenly feels self conscious under her wife's gaze as she turns her head to look back the her boys.

"Did you sleep last night?" Emily asks quietly.

"Can we talk about this later? After the boys go to Pen's." JJ says, effectively shutting her wife down from asking anymore questions. Her eyes stay trained on the boys, fully aware that her wife's brown eyes were boring into the side of her face. She was worried about her wife. She was every year. Emily believes JJ never got a chance to fully accept what happened to their son, for it was only a few months later that JJ found out she was pregnant. They had been trying for months, and they ultimately forgot once everything happened with Daley. So when JJ came out of their bathroom, holding a very positive pregnancy test, it took them by surprise.

"The door, the door!" James hops down off the island and rushes towards the sound. JJ takes her eyes off the boys and turns to look at the door, before turning back and noticing James was already rushing towards the door.

"Jamie!" JJ calls, as he blows by her. The young boy reaches up and pulls open the door to reveal a smiling Derek Morgan at the door.

"Uncle D!"

"J. Luke!" Derek holds out his hand, which prompts Jamie and brings his tiny hand down against Derek's, making a small slap sound. Derek steps into the familiar house, closing the door behind him.

"We are making pancakes! Do you want some?" Jamie asks enthusiastically.

"I would love some." Derek answers, earning a bright smile from the excited boy.

"Hey Uncle Derek." Henry walks over, fist bumping the man.

"LP. Looking good as always." Derek flashes the boy a smile before looking up to see the concerned faces that Emily and JJ were wearing.

"Hey Prentiss, JJ. You guys got a minute?" Derek asks, his smile fading slightly. He was keeping up appearances for the boys, and Prentiss could appreciate that.

"I'll take Jamie to finish the pancakes." Henry says, picking up on the unspoken request Morgan was making.

"Thank you, LP." Morgan says. Henry nods at him before redirecting Jamie out of the room. JJ cranes her head to make sure the boys were out of ear shot before turning back to Morgan with her arms folded against her chest.

"What's going on Morgan?" JJ asks. Her irritated tone was picked up quickly by the profiler. He knew what today was, and he knew what it meant to his friends to be left alone today. Morgan waits a moment, studying both of their faces, taking a moment to gather the words needs for what he was going to say. He didn't want to say too much, but he also knew he couldn't tell half truths. They were profilers after all.

"I need JJ to come with me down to the BAU." Morgan says. Emily and JJ share a look before looking back at Derek; their eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Why Morgan?" Emily asks, her tone defensive, almost like she was challenging him to lie to her. But Derek said nothing. He kept his eyes down, leaving JJ and Emily to have their own silent conversation.

"I know today you guys usually go no contact but-"

"Derek." JJ cuts him off quickly. She knows what he's doing, he's avoiding the subject. Morgan sighs, it's obvious he's not going to get away with being vague.

"I need a DNA sample." Morgan says simply. The confusion only grows within the two woman.

"Use the one on file." JJ retorts.

"I need a fresh sample." Morgan tries to explain, again keeping his words vague.

"Why?" JJ asks, starting to get the feeling she knows why. Derek remains silent, his dark brown eyes finally meeting JJ's icy blue

"We have a lead." Morgan says, again vague, but not vague enough. JJ could feel her eyes full with tears, but she never moves her eyes away from Derek.

"Say it Derek." JJ says. Emily looks between the two of them before stepping towards her wife.

"Jay…" Emily tries, but JJ holds her hand up to stop her. Emily stops, her eyes boring into her wife, but her wife refuses to look away from Morgan.

"Say it." JJ says again, but her resolve was fading. Derek's face softens as he steps towards his friend. They had been through a lot together. He was the uncle to her children, he held while she cried over her son, he found Ian Doyle so Emily could come home, he has done a lot for her and her family. He was her family.

"We found him, JJ." Derek admits so quietly, Emily was sure she hallucinated it. They had been looking for 10 years. 10 years, 2 kids, and 2 different houses later, they found him.

"How long?" JJ asks after a moment. She was on the verge of tears. 10 years worth of tears to be exact; but she knew for them to be at this point, they had known for a while.

"JJ.." Emily tries again.

"I want to know."

"No. We don't need to do this right now." Emily says. She moves her body so she is in front of her wife. Her piercing stare was only making Morgan feel like she was going to kill the messenger. Truth is, she's known about Derek's continued search for their son. She would be lying if she thought they really ever stopped looking. JJ peels her eyes away from Morgan and looks at her wife. Their eyes meet, brown molds into icy blue, as they have a silent conversation. They had been waiting, dreaming for this moment for 10 years. JJ runs her hand through her long blonde hair and sighs. She breaks her eyes away from her wife and look at Derek. When she looks at him, her face immediately softens.

"Ok." JJ nods. Her eyes flash back over to her wife who offers her a sad smile. "What if it's not him?" JJ whispers to her wife. They had caught leads before, and they chased every single one down to the end. And every time they would hold their breath and get their hopes up, but they had never gotten as far as an DNA test.

"I don't think Morgan would be here, today, if he didn't think it was." Prentiss tries to reassure her wife as best as she could, but if she was being honest with herself, she could hardly breathe. She couldn't believe this was happening today.

"I'll stay with the boys." Prentiss says, her voice low and only for her wife. JJ only nods, before stepping forward into her wife's arms. Emily immediately wraps JJ up, holding her for a moment. Emily turns her head, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before pulling back.

"Go, I'll be here." Prentiss says, encouraging her wife who seemed frozen. JJ nods after a moment and forces herself to move and follow Morgan out of her house.

xxxxx

So that's it for this chapter, let me know what you guys think. Thoughts, predictions, review!!