A/N: Ayep, I am back. Do y'all know how much I wish I could win the lottery and just have the farm and these stories to work on? Would be so nice.

So here is number 66 for your enjoyment. Still contemplating 67 and getting notes ready for ATF 3. So much going on. See, if I didn't have to work life would be so much easier. :o)

ENJOY!
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"I don't want you going, Jen."

JJ turns and glares at her wife. "What?"

"Jen, you know bombers. They have a mission and they get pissed when people interfere. Sometimes they even send bombs to the police station to disrupt the investigation and- -"

"Fuck that! You're not going to order me not to do my job!" JJ says angrily as she shuts the door.

"I don't have the authority to order you not to go. But just listen to reason, Jen!"

"Like he couldn't send a bomb here? Really?"

Emily drops her things on the table and leans on it. "You know as well as I do the FBI mail facilities, and the building in general, are better equipped to detect a bomb and stop it before it reaches an agent's desk!"

"Don't fucking try to wrap me in bubble wrap, Emily. I'm a damn good agent and I know how to be careful!"

"FUCK, JEN! I don't doubt any of that! But can you tell a package has a bomb in it? What if a cop opens it and sets it off by accident? Then what? You know it could happen! It has nothing to do with your abilities and EVERYTHING to do with the profile of a bomber. I don't want you going, Jen. And if I was the pregnant one, you'd be saying the same damn thing to me."

"And you'd be just as pissed!"

"Fuck yeah I would be! But then I'd put aside my fucking feelings and think about Lucas and Madison." Emily takes a deep breath. "Jennifer…help us from here. Please. For the babies."

"How dare you think I don't know how to protect my babies."

JJ glares at her wife a moment then turns and storms out of the conference room, leaving Emily to wonder if she'd gotten through to her or not. Emily leans on the table. She knows she is right but she could have handled it better. She takes a couple of deep breaths and grabs her things to go get ready to leave in a couple hours.

It doesn't take a genius to feel the chill in the bull pen air. Reid slides his eyes between Emily and JJ. He lifts an eyebrow as Emily sits down. She gives him a subtle shake of her head, letting him know not to ask. He just nods and gives her a sympathetic smile. He takes a deep breath and turns to JJ.

"You know, Jayje, I was thinking that since we're dealing with a bomber- -"

She stands and wags a finger in his face, furious. "Don't you DARE jump on her side and tell me to stay behind! I won't stand for being ganged up on!"

She turns and storms out of the BAU, headed for the bathroom. Reid looks at Emily.

"I swear: I wasn't going to say she should stay back."

"I know, Reid. My fault. Sorry you got caught in the crossfire." She pulls out her phone and sends a text. "I pissed off Jen. She's in the bathroom."

She gets a response a moment later. "On my way, Emster."

Emily sighs in relief. She looks at Reid. "I suggested Jen stay back. Bombers get pissed when they get investigated."

Reid nods. "And you're scared a bomb could be sent to the police, putting her and the babies in danger."

"Am I wrong?" Emily asks defensively.

"Not at all, actually. I'm kind of mad I didn't think of it myself."

"Reid, someone could set it off by accident. Or he could change the trigger method for the cops and the minute it's opened it blows. Any number of things could happen to endanger her and the twins. I suggested she help us from here."

"And she accused you of being over-protective?"

"And of not trusting her to protect the babies." Emily rubs her face. "I fucked up, Reid."

"Something tells me you handled it as best you could. She'd have been pissed no matter what."

"Maybe." Emily sighs. "Fuck me."

Reid just gives her a supportive smile, knowing if JJ does go the entire team will end up getting accused of coddling her…because that's what they will do.

Garcia walks into the bathroom to find JJ pacing between the wall and the sink. Her face is red and the analyst is immediately worried.

"Honey, I don't know what happened but please calm down for the babies."

JJ spins on her friend, paralyzing her with a stare. "Don't you DARE start in on me, too! I don't need ANY OF YOU telling me how to care about my babies!"

Garcia's mouth is agape. JJ starts to pace again. Garcia works her mouth a few times silently before words actually come out.

"I…I…obviously stepped in a steaming pile of puppy doo. Um, I just knew Emily pissed you off and- -"

"DON'T say her name around me!" JJ orders.

"Um, uh, okay. So, uh, your wife," JJ glares at her. "Um, you're significant…" JJ glares again. "Um, the other female profiler on the team pissed you off?" JJ nods. "Dare I ask how?"

"She suggested I stay behind in case the bomber attacks the police station."

Garcia waits for me. "Um, okay…and?"

JJ rolls her eyes. "She would be so fucking pissed at me if I told her to stay behind because she's pregnant!"

"Or she could be remembering the time she didn't stay behind when pregnant and was taken captive by a man planning to rape her, lobotomize her, and raise Rocky as his own," Garcia points out.

JJ comes to an abrupt halt. She is staring at herself in the mirror. She slowly brings a hand up to her cheek. Her cheeks are bright red, testament to her high blood pressure at the moment. Garcia sees the change in her best friend's demeanor and steps towards her.

"Jayje, is there a chance he could attack the station? Or is she being unreasonable? I mean, I don't know the things you all do."

JJ walks up and leans on the sink. She turns the cold water on and gathers a handful, splashing it on her face. She lifts her head and stares into her own eyes reflected in the mirror.

"Bombers notoriously don't like to be confronted and, if they are mission based like this one seems to be they despise being knocked off their plans. To get attention off their potential targets they will either send missives to the newspapers or…or send bombs to secondary locations to draw attention there. In some cases, they have attacked the precincts where the case against them was being developed." She turns and leans back against the sink and finally meets Garcia's eyes. "So, no, Emily wasn't being unreasonable. I was." She takes a deep breath. "You were here, Pen. When that…bastard took her…could she have done something to get away?"

Garcia shrugs. "He threatened the victim he was currently holding as well as shooting Emily in a way to kill Rocky. She went to try to save both your child and the woman. And she did!"

"If a bomb is sent to the precinct not even wearing my Kevlar vest could guarantee Lucas and Madison would be okay. I am such a fucking ass."

Garcia gives her a small smile. "Maybe blame hormones? And a lack of peanut butter covered dill pickles?"

JJ chuckles a little and runs her fingers through her hair. "I so owe her a huge apology. But first I need to speak with Hotch so I can give her peace of mind to go with the apology."

Garcia smiles. "Go get 'em, chica."

JJ just gives her a nod and goes out. She walks into the bull pen and sees Emily trying hard not to look her way. It stabs her heart. She also sees the look in Reid's eyes: disappointment. She sighs. It adds a second dagger to her cardiac muscle.

"Fuck," she mumbles as she walks up to Hotch's office and closes the door as she walks in. "Hotch, I can't go with you all."

Hotch sets his pen down and studies her. Her face is still flushed, thought not as bad as when Garcia found her. But it's her eyes that strike him the most.

"Why do you look guilty? Do you know something about this case?"

"What? No!" she says in shock. She manages a chortle. "Um, no, I'm not associated with a mad bomber. Promise." She takes a deep breath and tells him about Emily's request and her blow up, no pun intended. "But, reality is, she's right. I have to stay behind, Hotch, for the babies. I can't risk them."

Hotch nods. "You're right. And I should have thought of that myself and saved Emily your anger."

JJ grins. "So can you take my knocks for me?"

He grins. "Sorry. I think you need to take those yourself."

JJ sighs. "I was afraid you'd say that. I'll work with Garcia to help her refine searches and weed out things you may not need before she sends it. I just need you to do something for me."

"Name it," he offers with a nod.

"All of you stay safe? Otherwise I'll wonder forever if I could have done something to help you if I was there in person."

Hotch grins. "We'll wrap Emily up in Kevlar bubble wrap."

JJ laughs. "Thanks, Hotch."

She leaves his office and sees Emily is on the phone. She walks by and gestures up to the conference room. Emily just nods, her eyes worried. JJ goes on up and paces calmly until she senses her wife in the doorway. She turns as Emily closes the door.

"Hi. Can we talk?" JJ asks.

"Depends. Are you armed?" Emily asks dryly as she lifts her eyebrow.

JJ chuckles. "Nope. Gun is in my purse."

"Then sure, we can talk."

JJ steps towards her wife. "I was wrong and you were right. I should have thought about the profile of a bomber and offered to stay back. And when you brought it up I should have listened to you with a rational mind instead of losing my shit and being a complete jackass. I'd blame hormones but, truth is, I was just mad you didn't trust my parenting abilities."

"Jen! That's not what this was about!"

JJ lifts her hands to stop Emily's rant. "I know. I swear, I know that now. I've talked to Hotch and I will assist from here. He's kicking himself for not thinking about what you did." She takes a deep breath and walks up to take Emily's hand. "I cannot apologize enough for my attitude. You were right, I was wrong and my attitude was not good for the babies. I'm sorry for that, too."

Emily pulls her into a hug. "Apology accepted. Thank you for staying behind for the babies."

"You're welcome." She thinks a moment. "Did you…were you…in Denver did you regret…fuck, I don't know what to ask."

Emily leans back and looks into JJ's eyes. "All I could think was how much I had let you down by not staying here. I wasn't sure you'd ever find my body and I wasn't sure you'd ever know Rocky. I had let you down and there was absolutely nothing I could do to right that wrong." She brushes a hand over JJ's hair. "I never want you to feel that…that…God, I don't even know what the word is to describe how I felt. I just don't want you to ever feel it."

JJ leans forward and gives Emily a quick kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too. Thank you for staying behind, Jennifer. It will be lonely in that hotel bed but I think I will sleep okay knowing you are safe."

"Me, too." She rubs her stomach. "Of course, I won't be alone."

Emily smiles, her hand joining her wife's. "True. Now you two let Mommy get a little sleep, okay?" She looks up at JJ and they respond together.

"They say okay."

The two laugh and share another hug. Finally they step away from each other.

"Come on. Let's get back to work. I have a few more things to clear up before hitting the road," Emily says.

JJ nods and they walk out of the conference room. They see Reid and Hotch watching them. JJ just nods, smiling. Both men look relieved that all is okay.