A/N: Just a quick little story that snuck up on me. No I don't own Criminal Minds, if I did Emily would still be there.

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The shock of seeing her was not registering in the teams minds but there she was.

Hugging them, apologizing. Saying nothing of her life as Lauren Reynolds or as Annalise Rousseau. Just on Declan.

And like that, a light switch, it was like she never left; exchanging information, building a profile to find a missing child.

Then it came to finding out who the mother was.

Something changed in Emily then and there. A flash of Lauren Reynolds.

Something in the eyes, searching for something. What? The team had no idea and before the team could ask, she had volunteer to shake out the truth from Doyle.

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Ian went from concerned father to angry sociopath within seconds.

He actually tried to stand but failed to remember he was handcuffed as he threatened Emily Prentiss life.

Oddly enough she was smiling. That smile stopped him short.

"Motherhood always suited you," his voice back to calm.

Her smiled widened. Yes, it did.

"The father was unfortunately not my choice, but I'll take my little miracles where I can get them."

"A person of providence, after all?"

"No fatalism I'm afraid," her eyes bore into him, "while there are some things unresolved," he smirked at the word. A good word for Lauren Reynolds and Ian Doyle.

"-my actions took me to you, I chose to bring the fight to you, knowing what you'd do."

They were silent. Different people danced around her eyes, trying to take control. Lauren, pinning away for a doomed love. Emily, poised to kill. Annalise, just wanted to be far from this dangerous criminal. All remembered the horrors. All sought the boy.

"Boy or girl?" There it was behind his eyes, what she had been waiting for.

"Which one is Declan's mother?"

He stared at her, losing himself in Lauren all over again, damn her he thought.

His mind was racing, he had to know the child she had brought into light. Did he have his eyes. Or her mother's hair.

"Of all the things you are, Ian," her eyes trapped him, "a bad father was never one of them."

He let silent tears fall, holding her gaze.

"Lauren," he pleaded.

"She has your nose."

"Chloe Donaghy"

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Emily took the list Doyle had just finished and stared him down. Ian smiled, the only woman in the world that he knew would give his son to live a long happy life. He saluted her and she left him.

She took the names to the team, her blood pounding, glad she made sure that they had not watched her interview with Doyle. She would tell them about her daughter. Of all the things they had missed. Of all the thing Ian Doyle had done to her. But not today.

Discussions surrounded her and she kept the fear grow in her belly, fester. Declan.

Part of her knew he wasn't dead. She would know if he was, she would have felt if he was gone.

Before she knew it Reid was getting ready to release him and fighting over Declan's chances at survival.

Arguing with Strauss. And finally they were on their way to Declan.

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The trip was a blur, all Ian did was look at her. Reid kept a protective hand on her shoulder while staring death glares at him.

But Ian was a meek prisoner, no noises escaped him. They were 10 minutes away before he finally spoke.

"May I see her?"

Spencer started protesting but she was already pulling out her wallet. Flipping it the picture section, the first one of Declan and Lauren holding each other in a random moment captured, his head, full of curls laying across her chest, eyes wide opened and turned to the camera and her lips curved in a smile. Next to that picture, all his school pictures crammed underneath each other in one flimsy plastic picture slot. Pulling them all out she handed them over wordlessly.

Flipping to the very back of the endless pages of pictures of happy times with the team.

Picnics, girl's night, movie night, babysitting Henry. The few precious moments that kept her going.

Then there at the end, the sonogram that rocked her world all over again. Bleeding's, beatings, brutality and chair leg in the belly, and her.

Many horrors met Emily when she is in Doyle's clutches and one single miracle.

Shaking away memories she pulled another picture, herself holding that dark haired beautiful baby.

Handing over the new pictures in exchange the pictures of Declan.

He was crying but not making a sound as he took in his children.

"Take care of them." and like that he handed them back to her.

Silent the rest of the way. Emily just nodded and re-arranged her photos back into her wallet.

Reid caught her eye and she tried to tell him everything in that look. He seem to understand by the subtle shift in his eyes.

No need to say out loud that that Ian Doyle would not survive this trip.

Or how Lauren Reynolds loved the father of her two children. But it was Emily Prentiss taking him to his execution.

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"Sorry son," Emily and Lauren watched the light leave his eyes, one cheered and the other sobbed. Both held Declan close, safe.

It took a long time for Declan to look at her but he did, after they took away Doyle's body.

"Mom?" She smiled.

"Hey sweetheart," he buried himself in her. She hugged him close, tightly almost too tight but Declan seemed to be squeezing back.

It took Spencer dragging them both to their feet and wrapping them in a blanket, promises of a back seat where they would not be separated to make them move. He led them to the back of a black SUV as he drove back to the BAU where there would be a lot of chaos but he wasn't letting them out of his sight for as long as he could and he knew he needed to file at least some paperwork.

He left them in the conference room so they could have some privacy as the other went on to make phone calls and file papers.

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"It's time," she was stroking Declan's hair as he slept, his head on her lap.

"On the sixth floor-" she paused and listened to the voice coming from a small disposable cell phone.

"Thanks." She knew the Inquisition was coming soon but Declan was underage and would be saved from most of it. He didn't remember and understand most of what had happened but he had pieced together enough.

Enough to know Ian Doyle was his father, the man he had watched die. He also remembered her and his absolute love for her. He refused to be away from her. And she was about to introduce another reason he would never leave.

A knock on the door brought her back to Earth as she saw Agent Mia Williams enter with her daughter in her arms.

"Thanks Mia," she smiled and the CIA agent smiled back.

"She looks like you, Em."

"No, she looks like her father, thanks for everything." She said reaching for her daughter. Mia left her an envelope with a lot of paperwork she didn't want to deal with and her daughter in her arms.

Declan had been waking up since she stood to get the door and was fully awake taking in the sight in front of him.

"Declan meet your little sister, Dacey Lauren Prentiss."

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One life lost, a thousand memories fade in. Your memory will never fade in mine ~ Breathe Carolina

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So review maybe? Should I continue the story? Or just One-Shot it?