Take Two: Second Death

Summary: All she could hope was that they'd forgive her. JJ/Emily Friendship.

Spoilers for 6.18 Lauren.

A/N: Who cried? I swear Morgan's last talk with Prentiss made me cry. Then Garcia's and Reid's reactions were just as heartbreaking.

Location: Hôtel de Vendôme. Paris, France.

Time: 11:00 PM, 3/8/11

All she could hope was that they'd forgive her.

Lauren Reynolds was dead. She died the instant she was taken away from the villa, not in a car accident.

Emily Prentiss was dead. She was dead the second Doyle stuck a stake up her abdomen. Sadly, she's seen her own tombstone. March 7th was yesterday. She died yesterday.

But, she was still alive. Admittedly, she wasn't quite sure of whom she was right now, but she trusted that JJ would fill her in.

Glancing at the woman sitting next to her, she asked quietly, "Do you think they'll ever forgive me?"

JJ looked down at her, considering she was flat on the couch, someplace she didn't know, recovering from a four and half hour surgery and nine hour flight. The blonde sighed, "I don't know, Em…"

Em. It sounded so odd, considering Emily Prentiss' funeral would be in three days.

"…For the team, it'll take a while for them to recover, but they do know you 'died' for their safety."

"Who am I now?" She questioned, not eager to have an identity crisis.

"Élisabeth Moreau. She speaks only French and German, little to no English. She's lived in Paris, France her whole life."

JJ smiled, albeit a little bitterly.

"I have to go back to the States, but I'll be back." She handed Élisabeth Moreau a piece of paper. "I have to go. DOD knows who you are, Hotch and the Director, and the British Consul. You're not supposed to communicate with anyone from Emily Prentiss' past life, except for myself and Hotch."

JJ turns back one more time, before leaving her friend.

"I'll miss you, Em."

She nodded, fighting the tears threatening to fall. Decided that now was a good a time as any, she glanced that the piece of paper.

Verdange Royale. 11:00. I'll be there. –JJ.

Steeling herself, she waited for Friday night to arrive.

Location: Verdange Royale. Paris, France.

Time: 11:00 PM, 3/11/11

"Passports from three different countries and a bank account in each one to keep you company."

"Thank you."

"Good luck."

Jessika Ehrlichmann. Élisabeth Moreau. Lisa Patterson. Three different people. Three different lives. But JJ didn't mention the fourth passport.

Emily Prentiss. Dear lord, JJ. How the hell...?

Dear Em,

The team won't know. So, like I said. Only Hotch and I are allowed to communicate with you. Hotch wants to know if you're okay. I'll come by every once in a while. Communication email, start one leave it for a day, cancel it.

Love,
JJ.

This is gonna be fun.