a/n: Hi guys. So i had this idea in my head for a while. I love the idea of Emily as a mother, and I absolutely love JJ and Emily's friendship, and I love the Ian Doyle arc in Emily's life, so I figured, lets tie it all together. So I hope you enjoy this story!

Paris 2011

"Good luck," the young blonde woman whispered, squeezing her best friend's hand. The older woman with honey colored hair, took her friend's other hand and looked at her seriously.

"Promise me, Jay, you'll take care of her," she begged, looking deep into her friend's bright blue eyes.

"I'll protect her with my life," the blonde promised.

"Thank you," the brunette whispered, and stood. She took the envelope that was on the table and walked away into the distance, away from the life she knew.

Quantico, Virginia 2005

Ring. Ring. Jennifer Jareau, or JJ, to her friends, groaned at the sound of the phone ringing.

"Hotch this better not be another case," She muttered to herself as she reached for the cellphone. She picked it up on the last ring.

"Hello?" JJ croaked out. It was 2am. Who would be calling her then, besides her boss, Aaron Hotchner?

"JJ," a voice sniffled in to the phone. It was her best friend, Emily. JJ rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"Em? You're home," JJ exclaimed. She flipped on her bedroom light.

JJ worked in the FBI, at the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, as the media liaison, and Emily worked for the CIA, running special undercover ops. Of course, she couldn't tell JJ what exactly they were, but she could tell the basics.

"Uhm, Jay, you're at home right? You're not on a case?" Emily asked. There was apprehension in her voice.

JJ immediately sensed the fear and worry in Emily's voice and asked, "Are you hurt? Are you ok?" She ran her hand through her soft blonde hair.

"Yeah… I just…will you come over? I'm at home," Emily whispered.

"I'll be right over," JJ said, and added, "Will you be ok till I get there?"

"Yeah I will. Thank you, JJ," She murmurs.

"Of course, honey," JJ says softly, and hangs up. She grabs her wallet and keys and is out the door in a matter of seconds.

As JJ drove to Emily's house, well over the speed limit, so many things were running through her mind.

Emily shouldn't have been home for another month. She was on a special mission in Europe, working with interpol, undercover. That's all Emily could say, from some unidentified location. She would call JJ once every other week for an hour or so, just to give an update on how she was doing, and then to hear all about JJ's life. She missed her best friend so much.

She pulled in to Emily's apartment complex. She smiled at the doorman.

"Hello, Agent Jareau. It's really late, you know. Are you here to see Emily? I think she's away on a business trip," An old man in his late sixties said.

"Hi, Steve. Nope just checkin' up on everything for her…The heat's not working right and it's really cold at my place so I think I might stay over here," She told her.

"Sounds good. You have your key?" He asked.

"I do," JJ said with a grin. Although she enjoyed talking to the kind man usually, she was really worried about Emily, and wanted to get up to her as soon as possible.

"She's lucky to have such a good friend," He said to JJ. She smiled and quickly ran to the elevator. She reached Emily's apartment, and hurriedly pulled out her key. She unlocked the door and entered the apartment.

"Em, it's me," She called shutting the door. She heard tears.

"Em?" She asked softly. She placed her keys and wallet on the table, and the bag she brought with her, and made her way into the bedroom, where Emily was curled up crying.

"Oh, Emmy," She murmured. She sat down on the bed and wrapped her friend in a hug. Sobs wracked Emily's body. She couldn't speak, so JJ decided not to push her.

She cradled Emily in her arms, running her fingers through her dark raven locks. She murmured sweet nothings into Emily's ear.

"Oh, Em. What happened to you, honey," She whispered, shaking her head. Though there was an eight year age difference between the two, Emily being older, JJ was often the more maternal figure between the two. While Emily was usually the fun trouble maker, JJ was the one that went along with the fun to keep her best friend from getting into messes.

JJ was worried about this deal Emily had going with the CIA. They had Emily going undercover, profiling criminals, terrorists, murderers, robbers, the likes.

When Emily finished crying, she slowly wiped her eyes and sat up. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.

"You ready to talk?" JJ asked softly.

Emily nodded her head, then shook it no, then slowly nodded again.

"I'm done. I got myself out. I'm done the undercover ops," She told her.

"Good, honey, that's really good…so why are you crying?" JJ asked, rubbing soothing circles around Emily's back.

"JJ, we've been friends for over a year now…and I've been keeping something from you," Emily said, tears stinging her eyes.

"Em?" JJ asked softly.

"I…I have a daughter, Jay," Emily whispered.

"A daughter?" JJ asked surprised.

"She…she lives with my parents right now…" Emily said.

"How…how old is she?" JJ asked quietly.

"She's eight…her name is Riley," Emily murmured, thinking about her baby girl.

"Em, you've been gone for almost two years…" JJ said quietly.

"I know. Jay, that's why I need your help," Emily said quietly, "I have to go pick her up tomorrow from my parents… I was supposed to be gone a little while longer, but…stuff happened… and now I have to go get her. I just need you to come with me. I can't do it alone."

"Honey, of course I'll go with you," JJ nodded.

"Jay, I'm so scared. What if she doesn't recognize me? What if…she doesn't want to come with me?" Emily rattled off all her worries. The younger woman wrapped her arms around her friend.

"Honey…she will. I know she will," JJ whispered.

"How…do you know that, Jay?" Emily begged.

"Because I know you, Em. And if you're anything like how you are with me when you're with her, then she will want to go with you in a heart beat," JJ assured her.

JJ stared into Emily's eyes, and took both of her hands.

"How did I get so lucky to have a best friend like you?" Emily asked.

"C'mere," JJ said and she hugged Emily tightly.

JJ pulled Emily into the bed, and covered her up.

"Go to sleep. You need to get your rest," JJ said.

"Stay with me," Emily begged.

"Of course," JJ said. She climbed into the bed with her best friend and they both fell asleep.

JJ was like the sister Emily had never had. Emily was an only child and she very rarely was cared for by her parents. JJ had a sister, but when JJ was eleven, her sister killed herself. JJ hadn't felt the camaraderie and safety that she felt with Emily in years.

a/n: Do you like it? Should I write more?