Hotch narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to see through the rain. "I think Mudgie came home." Emily sighed as the dog walked over to them, looking down at the ground, ashamed of what he did. "Don't worry boy." Emily said. "It's Daddy who's dead."

Jennifer Jareau wrapped the foam green bathrobe tight around her body as she scurried across the snow covered patio to the garage. Her floppy sandals did nothing to keep the snow off of her feet. She and Dave were suppose to be on a plane to Turtle Island, an exclusive resort in Fiji, however, a blizzard had shut down the airport in DC. She had been looking forward to this vacation for a long time, Henry was in New Orleans with his father and she and Dave finally got a break from chasing bad guys.

She had spent hours and hours pouring over every word in the guidebook about the island. Only 28 guests were allowed on the island at one time. Each cottage, or "bure" as the locals called them, had a private beach and a Bure Mama who tended your every need. The island had served as the shooting location for the movie Blue Lagoon, in fact, one of the bure's was called the Brooke Bure.

JJ, pushed the side door of the garage open, hopped inside and slammed the door closed. She was immediately aware of the sweltering heat inside the building. She slowly turned and took in the sight before her. The cars had been removed and in their place was a large expanse of sand, beach chairs, an umbrella, a miniature swimming pool and a makeshift bar. On the edges of the sand were a dozen or more heat lamps.

"Welcome to paradise," Dave said cheerily.

JJ looked at him and smiled. Her handsome Italian was wearing Burmuda shorts, an open Hawaiian print shirt and sunglasses.

"Thank you, kind sir," she smiled in return. She loosened the belt of her robe and removed it to reveal the pale yellow bikini that Dave had insisted she wear. She had thought him crazy when he told her to put it on and meet her in the garage but now she knew he was incredibly ingenious.

"Would madam care for a fruity drink in an umbrella," he asked as he took her hand and led her to beach chair.

She settled into the chair under the warmth of a heat lamp and nodded. "I would love one. Thank you."

She continued to smile as he went to the bar and made her a drink. As she relaxed she realized that she could hear the ocean and the coos of seagulls. Dave returned with her drink and settled into the chair beside her. JJ took a sip of the refreshing beverage and murmured in delight. She nestled the glass in the sand between their chairs and took note of a camera and a bottle of sunscreen.

"You have really thought of everything, haven't you," she stated aloud.

"I have done my best," Dave replied. He reached over and took her hand in his then brought to his lips and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles. "Is there anything else you would like my dear?"

JJ shook her head and wrapped her fingers around his. "This is perfect, much better than a flight on a cramped airplane."

"I'm sorry the vacation got cancelled," he said solemnly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she mused. "I'm on vacation right now. All I really needed was you."

"You remember that later when we're washing sand out of places that sand shouldn't be," he told her with a grin.

She grinned back and squeezed his hand. "It'll be totally worth it."

Is that a yes?”, he asked, still holding her tightly against his chest.

She kissed him again. “No. No, I won’t marry you. Not yet, Dave.” She saw how hurt he was and gently cupped his face in her hands, urging him to look at her. “I didn’t say never, just not yet. Listen, Dave”, she smiled, “I know I want you. I know I need you. I know I love you and I’m pretty certain that you are the one. But before I say yes, I want to be sure, that we can really get through everything together, I need to be a 100% sure that we can make it together. Do you understand that, Dave?”

He nodded. “You can take all the time in the world, JJ. But what does this mean for us?”

"Didn’t you listen to me, Dave? I said I love you. Although I said no to marrying you, I’m saying yes to you, to us! I want us to be together, I want to get past these mistakes and start again. Do you think we can do that?"

He grinned, kissing her, then pulling her up with him and spinning her around. As he rested his forehead on hers, Dave chuckled.

"I was such an idiot, JJ, I’m so sorry."

She sighed. “Yes, yes you were. But you are my idiot, Dave, and as long as you don’t run away, I won’t let anything come between us. I love you.”

"I love you, too, JJ, and I promise, I will make this work. And I definitely won’t run away. Never."

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau tried to keep an eye on David Rossi as he talked to a flirting blonde with way too much makeup on while simultaneously making sure that no one saw her watching them. The woman with Rossi made a parting remark and walked away from him.

JJ walked over and, hopping up onto a barstool beside him, asked casually, "Who was she?"

The older agent grinned at her, answering – clueless as to how the response cut at her – "The fourth Mrs. Rossi, if I'm not careful."

JJ forced a soft chuckle past lips that wanted nothing more than to frown and dropped her gaze down to her clenched hands, hoping that the man beside her didn't notice the change in her.

The hurt that his essentially casual, joking statement caused was unreasonable on so many levels, JJ knew, and yet it was there all the same. There was no reason for it though, she knew this as well. As a matter of fact, there were quite a few reasons why it shouldn't be there.

Namely, she was married, and her husband, Will LaMontagne Jr., was a wonderful man. That fact alone meant that she shouldn't – couldn't – have feelings for, let alone be in love with, David Rossi. Not to mention that there was Henry to consider. And the fact that she and Rossi both worked for the BAU would make a relationship with him difficult at best, to say nothing of the many complicated levels that came with adding Erin Strauss into the "if I were to date Rossi" equation. Add to all of that the fact that Rossi obviously didn't feel the same way about her, and her feelings simply weren't even worth revealing to him.

JJ blinked, realizing that at some point during her musings, Rossi had slipped away from beside her. She turned on the bar stool, trying to find him. She caught sight of him just in time for her to wink in her direction. JJ smiled brightly at him before realizing that he wasn't looking at her, but a woman who was somewhere behind her – the blonde he had been talking to earlier.

JJ blushed with embarrassment when she realized her mistake, but then the thought came to mind that her smile – much like her feelings towards him – had gone unseen by David Rossi.

I was born Henry Jareau thirty years ago. In those thirty years, I do not remember a time when I didn't want to be an FBI agent with the BAU. My biological father, William La Montagne, walked out on us when I was three. I haven't seen him since. My mother, Jennifer, was with the BAU at the time and, from what I have been told; my father didn't like that my mother was never home to spend time with us. After he left, it was tough on us for a while.

My maternal grandmother would come down from Pennsylvania when my mom was on a case. Technically, my Godmother Pen stayed with me, but since Pen was part of the BAU team, she had to be at the office almost non-stop at times. My grandma was the second adult around so that if Pen had to rush off, I was still being taken care of. If grandma wasn't available, I would stay with my best friend Jack Hotchner and his aunt while my mom and his dad caught whatever killer was currently terrorizing a city. This went on for two years and luckily, I was young enough that my mom wasn't missing baseball games or parent/teacher conferences.

Then a wonderful thing happened; my mother fell in love. Falling in love while working for the FBI, the BAU in particular, is extremely difficult. BAU team members are always off to stop a hostage situation or save an innocent child. It makes sense that people would find love within the FBI where others would be more understanding of the difficult schedule that they contend with. When you are with the BAU, your birthday happens as close to the date as you can make it while at home. Valentine's Day might be celebrated on February 10th because you are not sure if you will be home when the 14th comes around.

My mother had secretly found love in one of her team mates about nine months before everyone found out that they were together. They had worked through the idea of being together, taken me out places and made sure that he wanted to be in our lives. When he was sure, they were about to tell the team about their relationship when something happened. My mother became pregnant with my little sister Isabella. My father had planned to leave the team and either teach at the academy or retire completely, staying home with us, but instead my parents worked out a deal with the FBI. Keep my mom off active duty for 1 year while she had my sister and recovered with us at home. After that one year, my dad would retire, keeping us at home with him while my mom returned to the BAU.

It was a wonderful childhood, filled with a stay at home dad who coached my baseball team, a mother who was my hero and more pseudo aunts and uncles then a child would ever need. When I was six, my dad and Godmother went to New Orleans to find my birth father. We don't know exactly what happened, but they came back with parental rights termination papers signed by my birth father. My mom and dad married a few months later, my dad adopting me at the same time.

Now here I am, 30 years later, a new agent with the BAU, and I can't believe that I am standing here as the best man, watching my sister marry my best friend. My father is 81 years old and has slowed down a bit, but no one could say that David Rossi looked 81, more then likely they would guess 70 or 75. He is grinning from ear to ear because he is ecstatic that Isabella is marrying Jack Hotchner. He goes over to his seat after giving Bella away and kisses my mother's cheek. They are still in love after twenty five years and it is a beautiful thing.

Jack's dad, Aaron, is standing with his wife of twenty two years, Beth and their three other children. Behind them are my Godfather, Spencer, and his wife Emily. Emily Prentiss Reid helped raise me because once she became pregnant with their first daughter, she stayed home while having their four kids. Once that part was done, they did what my parents did and switched. Emily went back to work for the BAU while Spence taught Profiling at the Academy, being at home with their family. Next to Emily is the last part of my extended family. My Godmother, Pen and her husband Derrick Morgan. They got together around the same time as my parents and fought the fraternization rules since Pen wasn't in the field. Luckily for me, they stayed together and built a family with three kids, including one girl, Amy who is my wife. Her swollen stomach is evidence of the twins that she is due to deliver in three weeks.

I don't know if I will be there for my twin girls to be born, though I know that FBI Section Chief, Derrick Morgan, my father in law and grandfather to be, will do everything in his power to make it happen. That is all part of being in the BAU. Amy is accustomed to the difficult scheduling, growing up in it as I did. We will get through knowing that if I can't be there, then everyone else will be. Pen will videotape the birth so that I can watch it later and I will make sure that I grovel properly when I am able to return. We are a family and we stand together no matter what.

After a particularly long case, the team had finally pieced together the last few details and uncovered the USUB's name. In quick order, Penelope tied him to an old abandoned school where he used to be the janitor. The team had the element of surprise and quickly subdued the USUB before he even realized they were there. He was so intent on preparing his victim for dissection that he hadn't heard their footsteps until they were directly behind him. The victim had noticed them right away but Morgan signalled her not to make a sound. He tackled the USUB just as he was prepared to pick up the chainsaw to begin his "work".

They quickly released the sobbing girl from the table she was strapped to and one of the deputies led her out to the waiting ambulance. The team glanced around the room and took in the gruesome pile of shoes and clothes from his other victims, thankful that they had saved Tiffany from the same fate.

The team followed the deputies back to the police station to finish up the paperwork. By this time it was too late to head back home, so after a very late but quick dinner Hotch ordered everyone back to the motel to rest.

Much later, Emily snuck out of her lover's room and tip toed back towards her own room. It wasn't often they were able to be alone while on a case. Normally the FBI paid for rooms with double occupancy however the local hotel used to be an old dormitory for the University. That meant each of the team members had their own rooms and luckily they were spread out on the floor so Emily could be a little more enthusiastic in her lovemaking.

As she tiptoed back to her room, Emily passed the elevators and garbage can where she went to deposit evidence of her late night booty call. As she threw out the used condom, she noticed a pregnancy test box at the top of the can. Curiously she picked up the box and saw that used stick was in there. An evil smile broke out across her face as she realized that tomorrow was April 1st and Emily had just devised the perfect prank for April fool's.

Early the next morning, Emily was finishing up her packing when her lover knocked on the door. "Ready?"

"Two more minutes," Emily said over her shoulder. "Could you grab my toiletry bag from the washroom, please?"

Emily counted to three before she heard him scream, "EMILY!" She winced at the forcefulness of voice when he repeated her name "EMILY. Is there something you want to tell me?" He stood in the doorway of the washroom, with the pregnancy stick in his hand and his eyes the size of saucers.

Emily was just about to let him off the hook, when Morgan crashed through the door with the rest of the team behind him. They stared at her first to see if she was hurt, then at him and finally they noticed what he had in his hand.

"Hotch, you dirty old man, " Morgan laughed when he realized that the two of them were together.

Everyone looked in shock at Hotch and then at Emily. Emily sat quietly until she burst into laughter. "April Fools!"

Holding the stick up towards her, he asked "You mean this isn't yours?" Emily shook her head at his question. Breathing a sigh of relief, Hotch finally got some colour back in his cheeks. "Oh Emily, you're going pay for that. Especially since you just outted us to the team."

Emily walked over to Hotch and kissed him on the cheek. She took the stick from his hand and quickly disposed of it. "Sorry honey, but I thought this little joke would stay between us. I never thought you'd scream like a girl and the cavalry would break down the door." Aaron glared at her and she moved away from him to hide behind Penelope. "Oh well, they needed to know soon anyway! And besides aren't you glad that you missed the bullet! Imagine having to explain to Strauss how I magically became pregnant without a boyfriend."

Everyone chuckled at Emily's remark and slowly Hotch joined in. "Okay, everyone, I hate to end the party but we've got wheels up in 20 minutes" JJ reminded them. "Our ride should already be downstairs." Everyone quickly left the room to go collect their belongings and were going to meet in the lobby. "2 minutes you two!" she reminded them, closing the door behind her.

Still holding the doorknob, JJ sighed deeply, the weight of the world on her petite shoulders. Placing her hand on her still flat stomach, she wondered how she was going to explain to Strauss the details of her announcement. Staring down the hall at the closed door of profiler who had yet to know about his surprise, she worried about how she was going to tell David Rossi that his infertility was actually a myth.

Yes David Rossi was going to finally become a father, no joke about that!

Hotch sighed waiting for the brunette to be bailed out.

'What the hell did she even get arrested for?' Hotch thought to himself watching Emily slowly and angrily walk over to him.

"Ready?" Hotch asked the annoyed brunette who shot him a look.

"Yeah, let's get the hell out of here." Emily muttered, turning her glare at a detective.

Hotch was surprised by his brunette agent's unusual silence. She was never one known for being silent about anything.

"So" he asked, slowly "What did they'd lock you up for?"

"That idiot, Detective Howard" she hissed out the man's name like venom, "Arrested me for solicitation."

"What?" Hotch asked, shaking his head in disbelief. Clearly he had misheard, right?

"That moron, thought I was a hooker" Emily growled out, looking over at Hotch "Do I look like a hooker?"

Hotch sideways glanced over at her, the low cut red dress made him raise an eyebrow.

"Well?" Emily repeated, getting angrier by the minute.

"No" Hotch said rather quickly.

"Yeah thanks for the quick response" Emily said "You know this is JJ and Garcia's fault."

"How's this their fault?" Hotch asked.

"They told me to buy this dress" she pointed to her frame "And told me to meet at that hotel bar."

"Yeah, so how's that their fault?" Hotch asked again.

"How was I to know that, that place was grand station Hooker Zone?" Emily said exacerbated, causing him to chuckle at that.

"Don't laugh" Emily demanded, "It's not funny."

"I'm sorry, but I just can't wait until everyone sees your mug shot." Hotch said laughing.

Emily punched Hotch in the shoulder "You think this is funny?"

"No." Hotch said "Well yeah a little."

"That cop was flirting with me, and then had the nerve to proposition me!" Emily said.

"That's why the charges were dropped and there won't be this incident in your file." Hotch said.

"Like that makes this any better." Emily muttered.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better." Hotch said "I sent Kevin and Dave go pick up their ladies of the night."

"What?" Emily asked in confusion "You didn't bail them out?"

"I'm your fiancee not theirs." Hotch said "I only bailed you out."

"So there still in there?" Emily asked.

"Yep." Hotch said kissing Emily's cheek.

"Then I feel better." Emily said pulling Hotch into a kiss.

"Let's wait til we get home, wouldn't want you to get arrested again." Hotch joked.

"So not funny." Emily said getting into the SUV.

JJ and Garcia walk out of the police station together looking in the parking lot to see Dave and Kevin.

"Lucy, you got some 'splainin to do" Kevin told Garcia.

"Shut up." Garcia said while Dave laughed.

"You let us stay in there all night!" JJ said smacking Dave's arm.

"Well serves you right for walking into a hotel filled with hookers servicing johns." Dave said rubbing his arm.

"We didn't know that it was that kind of hotel." Garcia said.

"We barely walked in there when we were propositioned, then all hell broke loose and we were arrested." JJ said.

"We saw poor Emily being dragged away in handcuffs and..." Garcia said.

"And you both got slap happy with the cops trying to get to her." Dave said shaking his head.

"Come on, Ladies of the Night we'll take you home." Kevin said taking Garcia's hand.

"Don't say that out loud, or we'll all get arrested." JJ said following Dave to their car.

"Just hope none of our mugshots wind up being seen by anyone at the BAU." Garcia whispered to JJ.