A/N: Before we get started, there is some math in here. I need to stress, I cannot math. I've tried to get a beta for this story for about a year, I haven't had luck with it. So if anyone is interested, please feel free to pm me. Or if anyone is willing to help me fix the math, open to it.

Story name inspired the song, Oceans, by Seafret. If you haven't checked it out, do it. This is not a songfic. Oh! And this is a sequel to All I Ask, but it's def not necessary to read that one first. :)

Lastly, Thanks so much for reading! Let's get started... shall we?

New York, NY
FBI Field Office

"Well, Well, it isn't the B.A.U."

The team was huddled in the Bullpen of the NY Field 's back was turned to the woman that had just addressed the team but she recognized that eyes widened and she whipped around to face her longtime friend.

"Emily!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around the brunette.

Emily's smile was wide as she pulled back from JJ's embrace."It's good to see you too JJ." She looked out to the rest of the team."It's good to see all of you."

"What's it been?A year since we've seen you?"Hotch asked.

"A little over."Emily admitted casting a reluctant glance in Morgan's direction.

"393 days actually." Spencer chimed in.

Rossi leaned in, taking her hand, but leaned back to size her up."Look at you, Bella!" He stated with apparent was wearing all white, serving as a stark contrast to her sleek raven hair, which fell just past her shoulders. "May I say you look even more beautiful?"

Morgan did have to admit to himself he hadn't thought it possible, but she did look even more beautiful than he there was something different about couldn't quite put his finger on looked as intense, intimidating even, but somehow softer?And she had looked so incredibly beautiful… Her porcelain skin, perfectly illuminated by the city lights.

Morgan has to physically shake the thought. He needed to say something.

"You do look good, but a dress Em?" Morgan teased, "That field attire over in England?"

Emily's breath caught in her throat as she looked to Morgan. She wasn't sure whether his jab was meant to be joking or if he was still distancing himself from her.

Morgan saw a flash of emotion cross over Emily's features, ever so briefly, then he heard her had made her uncomfortable, he knew, for all her confidence and poise she emitted to the world, she would inevitably slip up and show her insecurities. Had he meant to do that?

She waved her hand, as if attempting to brush the attention off of her. "Oh, I'm not cleared for the field yet."

"What? Why?" Hotch asked, a defensive tone apparent in his voice, "Do you need me to call somebody?"

Emily rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness, but also she was secretly appreciative that her former boss still had her back.

"No."She stated, "I had a… a thing…a few months back, I was in the hospital."

She could feel most of the team straighten, she hated appearing vulnerable which is why she hadn't told them all in the first place. "Anyway, I'm fine. I'm just waiting for my doctor's note. In the meantime, it's all desks and I get to wear fun shoes!" she picked up one foot, showing the team her white stiletto pumps.

Seeing her bare ankle made Morgan shift uncomfortably. His mind flashed with images of their last encounter in London. Her slender leg, pulling his taut body into her. He needed to pull himself were at work dammit.

"Em, you're sure you're okay?"JJ asked, still concerned for her friend, even though she knew she was trying to play it off.

"Honestly, yes." She gave a sympathetic smile. She truly loved these people and hadn't forgotten, but she'd been so busy she hadn't taken the time to remember what it was like to be a part of this team. "I'm fine." Desperate to change the subject, she asked, "So, what brings you guys to the NY Field office?"

Almost as equally desperate to talk about some neutral ground Morgan was the first to speak up. "We've followed an unsub from the district on a serial spree up to NY. We think he may still be in the City."

"But we're running into some jurisdictional issues." Blake chimed in.

"Ah! I hate that."Emily offered sympathetically.

"We could ask you the same."Rossi chimed in, "You working on a big international case?"

"Yeah, actually, my team and I are supporting the NY office on a case that just recently became international when-" Whatever she was about to say remained unfinished.

She turned in the direction of the elevator bank, as a very attractive black male in a suite was rushing toward had a baby carrier in one hand and what appeared to be a diaper bag slung over the opposite shoulder.

"Colin? What?" she stammered.

"Sorry love." He answered hurriedly in a smooth British accent. "Helga woke up with a fever this morning and I couldn't leave him with her. I didn't want him to have any more exposure."

He held out the carrier and bag. She accepted his offer and slung the bag over her shoulder first and the looped the carrier over her forearm on the same side. It appeared to their observers that this was the most natural thing in the world, causing some confused glances among the profilers.

"Helga?" JJ inquired.

"She's our nanny." Colin offered before flashing a charming smile. Then, turned to Emily. "I'm already late, I've to meet the team at the scene."

She sighed, "I guess he'll have to stay with me then."

"Thanks love!" He leaned in, kissing her quickly, gave a small wave to the people she'd clearly been talking to, then turned and bounded off.

Emily slowly turned back to the group, a sheepish grin on her incredibly flushed face.

"Well, let's have a look." Rossi said, gesturing toward the baby carrier, which was turned away from them.

Emily smiled, a little more genuinely but still nervous, and turned the end of the carrier with the baby toward the group as she pulled the shade back with her free hand. A surge of pride filled her as she unveiled her baby to her old team for the first time, "Guys, this is Elijah. My son."

"Oh! Em! He's beautiful!" JJ exclaimed, but quietly, knowing better than to wake a sleeping baby. "Is this the 'thing' you were in the hospital for?" she asked raising an eyebrow, knowing the answer.

"What- How- um- old?" Not one of the profilers missed Morgan's difficultly forming a sentence.

"4 months."She answered looking down at her young son.

Morgan could feel her avoiding his eye contact by staying focused on the baby. He narrowed his eyes as he studied the boy's features. The baby had a beautiful caramel skin tone, lighter than his own, but much darker than Emily's pale complexion. He most definitely had her nose. It was tinier, a miniature version, but definitely her nose. His lips were different than hers. It was his little ears though. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He might be crazy but he swore those tiny ears matched his own.

"That is a good looking young man you have there Emily. And it's been good to see you, but we unfortunately have a case to get back to" Hotch's voice, breaking Morgan's thoughts, visibly made him jump.

"Of course. Same. Plus, I have to go get him settled. "Emily answered, casting the quickest of glances in Morgan's direction. "It really was good to see all of you."

She turned, as she walked up the stairs to the back office she'd been working out of she heard Reid's voice, "Don't make us wait another 393 days next time!"

Glancing back over her shoulder, she beamed a sincere, genuine 's heart caught in his throat as he realized that was the first one since she'd seen her team again.

London, UK
Hotel Bar
1 Year Prior +1 month prior

Emily traced the rim of the wine glass that sat in front of her with her index finger as she did so she ran her top teeth over her bottom had found a hotel bar near her office, which conveniently was near her apartment also. It had been just four days, and three nights, since Derek had left London.

He'd called a couple of times, which she'd sent strait to voicemail. She'd responded mostly via text, if she'd bothered to at all. She knew it wasn't fair. She knew he'd be thinking he'd done something wrong, but he never had in her eyes. Pretty much everything she'd fucked up, she'd done perfectly on her own.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him; she wanted to hear his voice so badly her gut ached. She couldn't hear his voice right now though. Without a doubt, it would break her. It was as if their night together had caused her to break down the remainder of the, albeit crumbling, wall she'd put between herself and her partner all those years ago.

She missed him. She missed him so badly, she could feel the ocean between them and felt like she was drowning in it. And she hated herself for doing so.

She had left. She had felt herself getting closer and closer to Derek Morgan and it had scared her. It had scared her enough for her to move herself to another continent instead of admitting her feelings. But that night it had been just the two them all alone in an apartment in London.

Emily had been the one to call him out. He had never admitted any type of feelings for her beyond that of a friend and a partner, but she was a profiler; and a damn good one at that. She picked up on the way his voice caught every time he'd called her his friend, she saw his body tense every time another man checked her out or had tried to flirt with her over the years. She had noticed every time he'd positioned himself between her any perceived threat during their missions in the field, not because she was a woman or he didn't have faith in her abilities, but because she did the same for him.

But Emily was stubborn, to a fault, and she'd never called him out on it back when they'd lived in the same country. She'd knew he'd never ask her out, because Derek was loyal, to his team, and to the Bureau. He would never break the rules, he viewed them as there for a reason. So it been her just three nights ago. She had demanded to know if she'd only ever be seen as his friend.

And he'd finally kissed her. Though through the elation she had felt at that kiss there had also been a burning ache- a regret, not for what was about to happen but for something that should have happened years ago. A regret knowing that they were finally giving into one another it would end there. It would have to.

Just make it stop hurting, she'd begged. And he had, though he had been like a drug and she was now in withdrawal.

So she fought the urge to grieve for a relationship that had never really been.

She forced herself to leave her apartment tonight, to resist crawling into bed and drowning herself in take out and forced herself to put on makeup and wear a dress from the back of closet, one that accentuated every curve. She forced herself to sit up strait, to feign enough confidence that she didn't appear to be wallowing. She forced herself to glance around the bar.

Tonight there would be someone else that would temporarily stop the pain. Someone else that could give her a fix. Even if it wasn't the one she was craving, it would help, for tonight. She would find someone from out town, someone foreign, definitely not looking for a relationship.

There were a few eligible was one gentlemen in particular she'd had her eyes was on his blackberry, seated alone in a booth, with salt-and-pepper hair. He was a workaholic for sure, as it was nearly 9:30 pm and he still was glancing over files with a brandy in his left hand. He didn't wear a wedding band, presumably because he worked so much his wife had left him. He wouldn't be the type of man looking for a commitment.

As she turned her body to raise herself out her chair, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of a tall, dark skinned man making his way into the was taking off a grey blazer to reveal a black tee shirt.

Emily did a double take her body freezing only momentarily until she realized it wasn't him.

It wasn't him.

She was frustrated to find that she was relieved but also disappointed.

Turning back towards her nearly empty glass, she tried to avoid eye contact but couldn't stop herself from glancing over her shoulder as he lowered himself onto a barstool two seats away from her.

He flashed her a small, but boyish grin. God, he reminded her of Derek.

His facial features were similar to Derek's but different. His skin maybe a shade darker than Derek' he had hair, slightly thicker, but only slightly, than the layer of hair Derek had sported when she'd first met him.

She bore her eyes into the deep red in her glass, hoping and praying that he wouldn't try and talk to her.

"Can I buy you another?"

And there it was.

She closed her eyes tightly, thinking maybe for a second it wasn't the Derek Doppelgänger as her brain registered the sound of his deep voice and the thick English accent.

"You look like you're almost empty." He tried again to get her attention, gently.

If only he knew how right he was.

Opening her eyes, Emily looked over her right shoulder, making eye was then she saw nothing resembling Derek in his eyes, and found immediate relief in that. His eyes were dark, like Derek's, but there was an openness, and innocence in didn't carry years of pain and betrayal behind his eyes. He simply allowed people to look inside.

Emily knew she'd never be able to have that kind of easy openness with a stranger, but maybe that was what intrigued him.

She could play the mystery woman for a night.

Realizing she hadn't said anything, but deciding to play it to her advantage, she raised her chin and narrowed her eyes.

She let him quizzically glance at her wondering what she would finally say. Instead of speaking she let a smile tug on the corners of her tightly pursed lips.

He beamed a wide smile at his he moved to the barstool directly next to Emily as he gestured to the bartender. "A gin and tonic and another round for the lady."

A/N: This story has been on my hard drive for about two years. I told myself I wouldn't post another chaptered fic until I was done writing it, but honestly, I'm so wigged that my hard drive is gonna crash and I'll loose years of effort that I'm willing to go ahead and put it out there. I have a clear ending in mind, but my brain just hasn't finished getting it all out.

Also... in uploading this chapter, the spacing got really effed up. I think I fixed it but apologies for any I missed.

What do you think? Should I continue to work on this one?