"Agent Hotchner?"

The team stands as a doctor walks into the waiting room, announcing their leader's name. He smiles at them.

"He'll be fine. We're going to keep him overnight as a precautionary measure but he should be okay to leave in the morning unless something happens overnight."

"Oh, thank God," JJ whispers.

"Can we see him?" Rossi asks.

"Sure. Just one at a time. Let him get some rest."

"Thank you, Doctor," Rossi tells him. He looks at JJ. "My guess is you want to see him first?"

"Do you all mind?" she asks.

"Go for it, Jayje," Reid tells her.

JJ nods and heads back to her mentor's room. She forces a smile to her face as she walks in.

"Uh, hi."

He smiles at her, his eyes weary. "Not your fault. Don't even think it," he says immediately.

She chuckles. "Who said I was feeling guilty? Maybe I'm pissed at you for getting nabbed."

He grins. "Right."

She steps closer and takes his hand. "I really am sorry, Hotch."

"JJ, you found me. You got her away from me. From the scratch on your face and the sounds I could hear I'd guess you wrestled with a sociopath on a psychotic break. There's not a damn thing to be sorry about. Nice job, Agent."

She smiles, squeezing his hand. "Thank you. I really needed to hear that."

"Good. Now, I'm ordering you back to the hotel to study. You've got a test to pass on Saturday. I'll never forgive you if you fail and make me have to hire someone."

She chuckles. "I know. You've already warned me once. I won't forget. Promise." She leans over and gives him a motherly kiss on the cheek. "Feel better, Hotch. See you tomorrow."

He just nods as she heads out to the others. She is not surprised when the guys ignore the one visitor rule and all head back there. She looks at Emily questioningly.

"You're not going back?"

She shrugs. "I'll see him tomorrow. I've been told to take you back to the hotel and make you study. Seems no one wants to break in a new team member."

JJ smiles proudly. "Good. Because I really don't want to break in a new team. I've just gotten you all trained up so nicely."

Emily nods and takes her wife's hand. "Let's go, profiler-in-training. Study well and maybe I'll help you work off some nervous energy before bed."

"Mmmm…I like the sound of that."

"I bet you do, Mrs. Prentiss. I bet you do."

The two women head out, happy that the unsub is now a suspect being charged in multiple states for multiple murders. And even happier that her final sacrifice had not been Aaron Hotchner.

A/N: So concludes this story. The unsub in this case was inspired by a surfer friend of mine. I mean...not totally inspired. Uh, that is...she doesn't cut up people and toss them into the ocean...as far as I know...I'm pretty sure she doesn't. Probably. Though...she does have a bunch of symbol-like tattoos...hmmm...uh...gee...might need to call Prentiss to hold me and protect me. You know...just in case. :o)