Chapter one

Having initially watched, JJ couldn't bring herself to look further as Emily stood up and strode out into the Parisian crowds. At the last minute, it took all her self control not to look back as the high booted woman walked off all alone into the night. Instead, she willed her hands to move, and pick up the newspaper that Emily has left behind, knowing it would contain some sort of notice in there for her to find. Trying to force down the ever increasing worry she had over the plans that had been made, she took a deep breath, stuffed the paper in to her bag, stood up and began to make her way back to her hotel. As she did so, her mobile began to ring. Looking at the display, JJ couldn't help the torrent of feelings that she always carried around with her these days. The love she had, that was intermingled with hatred that she felt, knowing she was lying to those who cared about her the most – the main BAU team. Even Rossi didn't know the situation, she only had Hotch to confide in. Pushing all her unease down, she answered, waiting for the breathless whirlwind that was about to be unleashed.

"JJ... so, how is it? Have you made out under the Eiffel tower yet?" Came the rushed words.

Despite all her misgivings, JJ couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Garcia!" She exclaimed, feeling the blush rise up her neck, and for a split second, felt guilty for once more having lied to her friend about this trip. Garcia thought JJ and Will were on a romantic trip to Paris, which couldn't be further from the truth.

"What?" Garcia exclaimed back, sounding indignant.

"Well, what sort of a question is that?" JJ countered, smiling in to the phone, beginning to feel as if the world was righting itself, albeit for a short time.

"It's the sort of question the all knowing goddess has to ask, since you've disappeared off to a foreign land, and while I have many talents, even I'm forced to admit, I can't follow you with my trusty computers from here." Garcia replied.

"Oh, so you aren't omnipresent then?" JJ teased and heard Garcia huff down the phone at her.

"I will have you for that." Garcia growled. "Now, spill!" She said more forcefully than before.

"I've got nothing to spill." JJ admitted, although she didn't want to give anything away.

"W...what... nothing?" came the spluttered response.

"Garcia, I've only been here a day, give me a chance."

"I'm disappointed in you."

JJ could almost see Garcia ruefully shaking her head, and her ever present fluffy topped pen bobbing up and down as she did so.

"Yeah, well, so far all I have to report is a wonderful café that we were just moving away from when you phoned." JJ said knowing that Garcia would just assume the 'we' was her and Will, not her and Emily, and she quickened her pace towards her hotel as light rain began to fall.

"Ohhh," Garcia breathed down the phone. "Does this mean you should have juicy salacious gossip for me tomorrow then instead?"

"No it does not!" JJ said firmly, "Now I'm going to go, because the hotel room beckons."

JJ could hear the excited squeal continuing as she ended the phone conversation in the hotel lobby, before she made her way back to her hotel room. Alone.

Emily moved with purpose through the side streets. The rain had begun to fall as a light drizzle, but it was beginning to turn heavier as she walked. The street lights glistened, almost sparkling in the subdued light. Making her way through areas she knew intimately, most people immediately thought she was a local, coming home after a night out. Looking around her carefully, she began to walk towards the apartment that had been her temporary home for the last couple of weeks. As Emily approached the doorway, her senses were on full alert, always aware that she could be under threat at any moment. After a quick scan of the area immediately around her, she pushed the key in to the grated door that covered the main entrance. Once she was inside, Emily deftly locked the door behind her again. Pausing to check her pigeon hole where post was kept, she was pleased to see there was nothing for her. Just as it should be.

Once inside her apartment, she eventually sunk down in to the leather chair that was in her living room, not even bothering to remove her boots, but having taken the time to shrug off her now wet coat.

After a few minutes, Emily moved and placed the envelope that JJ had given her down on to the coffee table just in front of where she sat and then began to pull her boots off. Once she was in her stocking feet, she then moved towards the open plan kitchen. Stopping at the refrigerator, she pulled the door open, and shook her head as she realized there was very little in there. Seeing some eggs, she grabbed them.

"Omelette it is then." Emily forced the sigh that was threatening to come out back down, as she began to cook herself something to eat.

"Morgan, do you think this is important?" Reid looked up from whatever he was reading, before swinging the file around, so Derek could read it better.

Frowning, Derek took his time to read the area that Spencer had pointed out to him.

"It might be." Derek admitted. "Good work." he added.

"What?" Garcia demanded to know as she looked up from her laptop.

"Well, there is reported movement that shows possible Doyle signs." Derek said in reply.

"About fricking time!" Garcia couldn't contain the excitement she felt.

"It's good to finally see something concrete." Spencer said, nodding his head slightly.

"Well, considering we are doing this on our own time, with explicit instructions not to track this SOB down, we've done as well as can be expected." Derek Morgan admitted.

"Do you think Hotch or Rossi know?" Reid asked.

"Know what?" Garcia looked up from her keyboard again, having already gone back to her system.

"That we would ignore the order and try to hunt Doyle down ourselves?" Reid clarified.

"I don't know. They must have some idea that we would consider the possibility." Morgan sat back and sighed. "By the way, did JJ seem..." Morgan paused as he searched for the right words. "A little off the other day when we asked her to help us."

"In her defence she was going on this vacation the day after." Garcia countered. "She seemed more than eager to help when she got back."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm just tired of not getting anywhere." Derek pushed the heels of hands in to his eyes and rubbed, sounding as frustrated as he felt.

"Hey, we'll get there sugar pea." Garcia said softly, putting her hand out to clasp Morgans. He smiled at her contact and nodded.

"I sure hope so baby, I sure hope so".