Pushing past her lawyer, the brunette who had been stuck in the Italian interrogation room for over four hours tried to jostle the doorknob that locked her in. "Let me out," she begged her friend, hearing him try and calm her down. "Elliot, let me out."

"Emily, you have to sit down."

The ambassador's daughter pushed her friend's hand from her shoulder. "Get off!" she cried, turning bck to the door and slamming her hand against it. "Non puoi tenermi qui!" You cannot keep me here!

The brunette's attorney took a small step back from his life long friend, watching her body shake as she continued to pound on the door.

"Ho bisogno di andare a casa," Emily sobbed, more to herself than to the officers outside or to her friend who stood patiently behind her. "I need to go home." Turning back to her lawyer, she felt her stomach turn at the look on his face.

"I need you to sit down," her lawyer said softly, "just for a minute."

She fell back against the door, fighting his hands as her eyes fell shut.

Her best friend was dead.

After Elliot had broken the news to her about how JJ had died, Emily fell to her knees and wretched into the trashcan that had been set in the corner of the interrogation room. She was sick, and then she had begun to sob so hard she made herself sick once more.

"Emily, sit down. I have to make sure you have your alibi."

Through her bloodshot eyes she glared at the younger man. "The fact that you think I even need to go over my alibi is hurtful," she said shortly, sitting herself back down. "I have no one to prove that I went back to my room at two other than the man I was with, and JJ."

Elliot was quick to open his notes. "What was the man's name?"

"Corradeo," she sniffled, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know his last name. He was staying in the same hotel."

"Em, I need you to tell me exactly what happened last night." He watched her try to catch her breath so she could explain. "From beginning to end, ok?"

Wiping her fingers underneath her eyes, Emily cast her eyes down to the cold metal table. "We had dinner out in Venice, and we came back to the hotel around eleven."

"Around?"

Emily's eyes hardened on the younger man. "We were having a good night, and I had had something to drink. I didn't really think I would have to be looking at my watch and cataloging every activity of the night, so yes I think it was around eleven."

Elliot slowly nodded his head. "Ok. Continue."

"There's a bar in the hotel we were staying at, so we sat down to have a few drinks." Gently staring down to the silver table, she traced her friend's initials with her finger. "We weren't planning on drinking much because we were supposed to take a train out of town today, so we were just really sitting there and talking when these two younger guys came in."

"Had you seen them before?"

Emily quickly shook her head no.

"And do you remember their names?"

"One was Corradeo," she said again, "and the other was blond, a little taller than I am and went straight to JJ. I think his name was Francesco."

Elliot frowned smally at his friend. "You think?"

Embarrassed, the brown eyed woman kept her eyes on her hands. "This trip was supposed to be about enjoying ourselves," the agent almost whispered, "JJ told me to take a chance and have fun for a night. I didn't really pay attention to her and the other guy."

"So tell me exactly what you remember," he prompted again.

Closing her eyes, Emily did her best to set aside the pain aching in her chest so she could try and remember the night before. "They walked up to me and JJ sitting at the bar and Corradeo asked me to dance. I told him no because I wanted to spend time with JJ, but she encouraged me to go and have a good time with him." She could leave out the part where she was trying to get over her ex-boyfriend and their recent kidnapping. "So I accepted his request for a dance and left JJ at the bar with the other man."

Elliot made sure to keep his eyes on his friend's features, noticing her brow pinch and her head shake as she tried to remember. "What happened next?"

"We danced for three songs," she recollected, "and then I told him to give me a moment so I could go and get another drink. I went to the bar, and JJ was talking to the other guy. We both took a shot, and then Corradeo asked me to his room."

"Did you go?"

Emily slowly nodded her head. "JJ said she would stay and talk to Francesco for a little bit while I went with Corradeo. I saw her three hours later back in our room."

"And she was live?"

"I'm sure of it," she was quick to answer. "I got back and JJ was fighting to stay awake. She was already under the covers and we started talking about the men we met, and how she wasn't exactly interested in Francesco, she has a boyfriend back home she's been on and off with, so after another drink she left him to go back to the room by herself."

Her lawyer quickly scribbled down the descriptions of the previous night's events. "The coroner believes that JJ passed away at around four in the morning. What time was it when you got back to the room when you claim she was still awake?"

Emily's brown eyes shot open, staring straight into Elliot's. "It's not a claim; she was awake when I got back."

"I believe you." He didn't want her to grow upset, but these questions needed to be asked before Emily's grief got the best of her. "I need to know what time you believe you got home."

She gave herself a moment, sitting straighter in her chair. "Around two in the morning."

Elliot nodded to himself. "Two hours before the murder."

Emily's lips rolled at the word, and she shortly shook her head. She still couldn't believe that her best friend of six years was gone, the crime committed with her in the same exact room and somehow she didn't hear a single thing.

"How did you feel when you got back to the room?"

Blinking, she looked back up to her friend. "What?"

"After drinking and being with Corradeo, when you got back to your room how did you feel?"

To be questioned by her friend was strange enough, but now she was growing confused. "Tired?" she tried. "I'm not sure what you're asking."

Elliot sighed quietly, setting his pen down. "Did you feel lethargic? Dizzy at any point during the night?"

"Do you think I got drugged?" she asked him quickly, her eyes wide. "That's what I asked the officers when I first got here but they refused to answer me. Do you think that's why I couldn't hear JJ?"

"Emily." The younger man's eyes hardened on his friend. "I need you to focus," he insisted. "Did you leave your drinks at any point in the night?"

Emily's eyes stung, running her hands through her hair. "At a couple of points, yeah."

"And so did JJ?"

"She did," she confirmed. Licking her lips, the teary eyed woman sat forward in her seat. "Elliot, I have to ask you something." Waiting until he looked back into her eyes, the brunette with her stomach still turning felt her face fall. "Was it slow?"

Emily could hear the squeak in her voice as she asked the question, a lump forming in her throat. "She didn't suffer, did she?"

Hearing the doorknob turn, the attorney wasn't able to answer his friend's question before the door opened and the two officers who had been questioning Emily walked in.

"Signora dobbiamo prendere ora." Ma'am we have to take you now.

Emily frowned, her jaw dropping as she was yanked out of her seat and her hands cuffed behind her back. "Elliot!" She tried to turn her head, pulling herself away from the officers escorting her out of the interrogation room. "Cosa sta succedendo?" What's happening?

"Sei siamo arrestato per l'omicidio di Jennifer Jareau." You are charged with the murder of Jennifer Jareau.