Erin Strauss stood at the window in her den and watched the rain hitting the ground. It was the first time in years that it was raining and she enjoyed the dark clouds and the rowing thunder that announced itself at the horizon.

"There you are," Dave said, as he strolled into the room. Erin laughed when she saw him, because his white suit and his hat were dripping wet.

"In the dust your clothes never looked that dirty," she commented dryly.

"What can I say? I'm a sunny boy." He paused, came closer and greeted her with a kiss on the lips.

"I was in town," he said, placing his hat on her neatly decorated desk. "Jason's left town and so did Emily Prentiss."

"I know," Erin said and pointed at the letters in her hand. "Prentiss's resignation's here. She said she's realized she had other obligations to fulfil. She also included this." She showed him another sealed letter. "It's for Jason, but I guess we'll never see him again."

"What could she want from him?" Rossi asked, curiously.

"No idea."

"Well, since Jason is gone, we can assume this is un-called for."

He took the letter, lit his pocket lighter and burned the envelope and its contents in the ash tray on Erin's desk.

"And the other's from Jason?" Rossi asked, suspiciously.

"No," Erin shook her head. "I doubt he'll ever write me again. No, this one is from Kate Joyner. Looks as if she's leaving town as well. With Marshall Hotchner."

Rossi took the latter and roamed him vaguely with his eyes. "I didn't think he had such an impact on women."

"Seems you're not the only one with a legendary charm."

He waved her sarcasm aside and added, "At least we have a suitable replacement for the Sheriff. Derek Morgan has decided to stay. Seems he took a liking to one of your girls."

Erin pursed her lips in disapproval over his choice of words, but wisely did not comment on it.

"Our daughter told me this morning, she intends to go back to Philadelphia by the end of the summer," Erin told him instead. "Seems a friend of hers offered to introduce her to society."

"Philadelphia? Why not San Francisco?"

"Because California is hardly the place for a young woman to find a rich bachelor."

"Isn't her father rich enough?" Rossi asked, almost grumpily.

"Ask her... but I guess she wants some closure from the... dreadful events that happened her. She liked this girl pretty much, you know. It's hard to lose a friend."

"All right. If Philadelphia is her choice, be it," he sighed and added with a crooked eye brow. "Maybe we could go to Philadelphia for our honeymoon."

"Sounds perfect." Erin replied and allowed him to tempt her into a long, passionate kiss. When she broke free, she bent her head back, licked her lips and asked curiously, "And who's the lucky one who stole Derek Morgan's heart?"

"Penelope Garcia."

"The piano player with the full cleavage?" Erin asked dumbfound. "How interesting. But anyway, I need a new manager. So why not search for a new piano player as well?"

"Well," Rossi drew a deep breath. "I think I have a solution for that problem..."

"You're what?" Will La Montagne asked horrified, after JJ brought him the news of her "promotion".

"Strauss offered me to manage this place and I said yes," JJ repeated patiently.

"But I asked you to marry me... you said you would consider it and now..." Will looked as if he was about to lose what was left of his composure, but JJ was too excited to care.

"But Will, the Queen offered me to replace Emily Prentiss!" she laughed and cupped his face with her hands. "This is my chance to be independent. We'll swim in money!"

"But I thought... don't you want to have children? A home?" Disgusted he removed her hands from his face.

"Let's face it, Will," JJ said and now her voice sounded cooler than ever. "This is my home... and if you don't want to end like your boss, you should accept that a whore never changes."

Will swallowed, "So this is your last word?" he asked huskily.

"It's my final word."

Close to tears and with sagged shoulders Will left the BullPen without paying her a last look.

Reid, who had listened to their conversation in the background, stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"Weren't you a bit harsh?" he asked. JJ turned her head and gave him a small smile. "It's best for him – and me. I don't think I would make a great wife."

"Me neither," he agreed dryly and they shared a laugh.

"So," JJ drawled and fixed Reid's lopsided bow tie. "Spence, can you imagine playing the piano? I'm afraid we lost our piano player to the dashing Marshall who will become our new Sheriff."

"Garcia's leaving?" Reid asked surprised.

"That's what she told me."

"I see... well, I think I could give it a try."

JJ smiled happily and placed a kiss on his lips. "I think I'm going to enjoy this new job a lot!"

Dear Jason,

I'm writing to you, because I need to come clean. Inside the mine you'll find the body of Ian Doyle and a bag with money. Both are the results of my weakness and my failures in life. There's also a second body or what's left of him or her and I kindly ask you to bury him properly.

I also ask you to have an eye on the girls in the Saloon. Tell them to stick to JJ. Aside from this I wish you a good life. I myself will try to make the best of mine. Someone I deeply care for is still out there, waiting for me. I hope the same goes for you.

Yours sincerely,

Emily Prentiss

or as my oldest friends use to call me

Lauren Reynolds-Doyle

The End

"I don't believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels." ~ George Clooney.

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