"Wait, wait, wait!" Emily insists. "That's not going to happen!"

"Oh, come on, Emily! It will be adorable," Garcia insists.

"I am NOT wearing flowers in my hair. Sorry. Drawing the line."

"But, sweetie," JJ starts to whine.

"Nope! Unless you can convince Morgan to grow hair so he can wear them, too!"

"Oh, hey, now! No throwing me under the bus!" Morgan protests.

"I'm not, Morgan. But if you're standing up there with me we should look similar. If I'm frou-frou'd you should be frou-frou'd," Emily says, laughing.

"You know, I'd pay a lot of money to see that," Rossi offers.

Morgan waves his hands and shakes his head. "Nope, not happening. I back, Prentiss: No flower power."

"Fine. Spoil sports," JJ pouts.

Shelby leans over and stage-whispers to JJ and Garcia. "I bet Emily will do something to get in trouble before the wedding. This can be her punishment."

JJ's eyes widen and she laughs. "I like it!"

"Oh, good grief," Emily shudders, her face in her hands. "I wonder if it's too late to plan an elopement."

"Oh, Emily, what fun would that be?"

Emily looks up in shock. Her mother is standing with Sandy Jareau.

"Mother? What are you doing here?"

"Sandy told me there were wedding plans being made. I just had to come."

"But I thought you were in Rome?"

"Oh, check your email more often, honey," she scolds. "I'm here for a week."

"Ah. Okay. Sorry about that," Emily apologizes. She looks at Hotch, Reid, Rossi and Morgan. "I think there are enough planners here now. How about we go in and grab a beer?"

Morgan stands. "I can go for that."

The men and Emily stand to leave. Emily stops when she hears Garcia's evil laugh. "If she's not here she can't say no!"

The other women all laugh as Emily turns and glares at JJ. "Just remember, sweetheart, you have to live with me."

JJ grins. "I'll be good. Mostly."

Two hours later the BAU team gets word that they are cleared to leave the area, the final report of the incident having been filed. Garcia decides to stay and catch a ride home with Emily and JJ so she can help plan the wedding. By the end of the weekend the venues have been booked and the colors confirmed. They decide to come up closer to the wedding date to choose a cake design and flavor.

As the three women are getting ready to leave on Sunday, Alan Jareau pulls Emily aside. "Don't think I haven't noticed the look you keep giving me. This black eye is not your fault. You saved me, my wife and Henry. That's all you need to remember about this incident, okay?" Emily just nods. "I love you, Emily. As far as I'm concerned, you're my daughter already. You hear me?"

Emily is choked up. She nods. "I hear you. I promise."

She makes her way to the SUV. She looks to her mother. "Are you heading home, too?"

"Nope. Sandy and I are going to look at dresses. We want to make sure we look almost as good as the brides on the big day."

Emily smiles. "I'm glad." She gives her mother a hug and whispers, "Thank you for loving them like I do."

"They are easy to love. Much like you."

Emily is unable to speak. She watches as her mother starts to faun over Henry. "Goodbye, my brave little man. Grandma is so proud of you. Both your grandma's are. So brave like your mothers." She lifts him up to give him a kiss…and he urps up all over her red, silk shirt. Emily bites back a laugh as JJ looks stunned. Elizabeth looks down at her shirt and up at Henry. "You and I are going to have to have a long talk about your penchant for ruining my clothes."

She puts Henry in his seat and Garcia helps her get him strapped in. As the agents pull out of the driveway, Garcia leans forward.

"Your Mom was so good with him, Em."

"I know. Are you all believing me about the pod person now?"

The women laugh. Emily reaches over and takes JJ's hand. They were heading home, stronger than ever.