Waking up, the brunette could feel her head aching. The light from the windows straight across from her bed caused her to squint. It was too early for them to be up. She turned over and sealed her eyes shut, begging herself to fall back to sleep.

Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau's wild week away.

Although the lamest name they had come up with, that was what the two FBI agent had called their vacation get away. Saving up their days, the two friends had set up a week away in Italy.

Both had been kidnapped only a month ago - a regular consequence that everyone on their team could agree should be put into the job description - and instead of going straight back to work like they always had, they took off across the ocean to spend their time together.

It had been where Emily had faced her darkest fears, but JJ had never been. It was a perfect healing spot for them both.

Rolling onto her back, the dark haired woman finally let her eyes open. She sighed, watching as the lights flooding through the windows dancing on the ceiling she stared at. "Like a kaleidoscope," she mused quietly.

It was only their third day, and both women had agreed they wanted to sleep in as long as they could.

The moment they landed in Italy, they had gone walking around Rome. The ambassador's daughter took her friend to the Vatican, showed her the embassy she and her family had lived in for three years and took her to the bars she, Matthew and John had snuck into when they were fourteen.

Emily had even shown her where they buried the onesie she had gotten for her baby before she had it aborted.

The second day they had spent the entire day on a train riding to Venice, drinking wine and talking to Henry on the phone. After arriving in Venice they had taken a gondola ride to get to their hotel where they spent their night in the hotel drinking at the bar and eating as much food from their most expensive restaurant. It had been everything JJ had wanted.

Thankfully Emily knew her way around Italy, and she had been leading JJ all over the country to get her mind off of what had happened.

"Jay, you awake?" The brunette laughed as she snuggled deeper into her sheets, not hearing a peep from the other woman. "Didn't think so." She ran her fingers through her tousled hair as put her head back on her pillow. She wished she could sleep as long as her friend did.

Laughing into her pillow, Emily remembered the time she and JJ were on a case and the blond was so deep in sleep that the hurricane that had even broken their room's window couldn't wake her up.

Sitting up in bed, Emily sighed. She wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep no matter how hard she tried.

She looked over to the other bed in the corner of the hotel room, smiling when she saw her friend's blond hair sticking out from underneath the covers. Looking to the clock on her bedside table, Emily reached for it and turned off the alarm that was already programmed into it. "Breakfast?" It was already past ten.

With no answer from her friend, the FBI agent got herself up from her bed and dug through her suitcase for an outfit to match the sunny day she saw had already started outside. "I'll get it without you," she nodded to herself, locking the bathroom door behind her.

Looking into the mirror, the agent blushed at the hickeys she saw on her neck.

She and her friend had gotten a little too drunk the night before, meeting a couple of men in the bar.

JJ had only danced with one of them, his Italian accent too attractive to ignore. But Emily had let the taller of the two lead her up to his room on the second floor and hadn't left until two that morning. Stumbling back to her room, she had laughed with JJ about what had happened before finally falling into her own bed.

She ran a brush through her hair after slipping on her blouse and shorts she decided to wear. Quickly putting her wavy brown locks up into a ponytail, leaving her face makeup free for her venture out into the city for breakfast.

Emily checked over to see her friend still sleeping before she took her purse from her bedside table. "I'll see you later," she snorted, not even able to see her friend's head from underneath the covers. "I'll bring you back a cannoli."

Noticing the man she had spent the night with, Emily walked faster through the hotel's lobby, sending the front desk clerk a small wave before venturing out into the sun so her hookup couldn't see her.

"Signora!"

Emily smiled politely to flower salesman before continuing down the street. Hearing her phone right, the agent was quick to pull it out of her purse. "Pen," she beamed. "What are you doing?"

"Catching killers," the technical analyst frowned, "without you!"

"We'll be back in a few days." Emily walked into a café two blocks from her hotel and waited at the end of the line. "So what's going on with you and Kevin?" When she and JJ had left, their blond friend was having issues with her boyfriend.

Garcia pouted, typing quickly to find the shoes she had been looking for online. "He brought me food last night to apologize."

"I'm going to guess by your tone that it didn't work."

"He sent me into anaphylactic shock," she ground out. "He put peanuts in the chicken he made. What boyfriend of two years doesn't know what you're allergic to?"

Emily gave a sympathetic smile into her phone as she came to the front of the line. "Due uova e un caffè per favore."

"Is that beautiful Italian for me?"

The brunette laughed, moving over to the register to pay for her breakfast. "Only if you can fly the eggs I ordered all the way over here."

Garcia frowned at her screen. "Why you wouldn't think I'd be able to confuses me. Do you not know me?"

"Grazie," she smiled to the cashier. "Of course I do, Pen."

"Well what are you doing today?"

The ambassador's daughter walked through the crowd in the café and sat herself at a small table just outside its doors. "We're headed to Florence in a few hours and we're going to spend two days there. JJ's still asleep," she laughed, "so we may miss our train."

Garcia took a huge sip from her coffee. "So jealous," she sighed. "You two are jetsetting and I'm stuck in the office."

"Yeah. Maybe next time you get kidnapped."

The blonde's face fell. "Ok, I'm going now."

Emily could feel her chest rising as she laughed into the phone. "I'll call you tomorrow, ok? Bye Pen." She hung up and slipped her phone back into her purse, reaching to take the coffee she had ordered into her hand.

"Emily?"

She didn't even have to look up from her food to know that it was the man she had slept with the night before. "Corradeo," she smiled. "How are you?"

"Good," he grinned. He made his way up to her table and gestured to the seat across from her. "Posso io?"

"You may sit," Emily nodded.

Corradeo ran his fingers over the scruff on his chin as he smiled to the older woman. "You look beautiful." He could see her blushing even though he knew it was the last thing she wanted to do. "Are you here for another night? Eventuali piani?"

The brunette bit her lip, doing her best not to smile as she carried on a conversation with the Italian man.

Spending an hour with the man she'd spent her night in Venice with, Emily almost forgot about her friend still sleeping at their hotel. She let Corradeo set a hand to her back and lead her to their hotel before setting a kiss to her cheek and letting her wander back inside alone.

"Miss Prentiss!" the clerk at the front desk called to her. "Signora!"

The ambassador's daughter noticed she couldn't get past the first few steps into the lobby, police officers surrounding the elevators. "Cosa sta succedendo?" What's happening? She walked over to the front desk and noticed the terrified look on the desk clerk's face. "Qualcuno fa male?" Is someone hurt?

The thick accented man gulped. "Tuo amico," he said regretfully. Your friend.

Emily's eyes widened.

"Il tuo amico è morto."

The brunette couldn't get a breath in, looking over to the elevators as she felt her knees give out from under her.

Your friend is dead.