A/N: This is a new approach I'm taking with fanfics. I'll be uploading a bunch of different prompts and you guys can tell me if you like it or not.

"Is that? No way!" Prophet said practically jumping up and down. Sam Cooper turned around to see why Prophet was acting like a child on the playground. He was surprised when he saw his agent and friend, Mick Rawson, with a little boy on his shoulders. He mentally chalked it up to being a relative since Mick was coming to London for his sister's wedding. "Must be his nephew." Cooper stopped his next train of thought when he saw a pregnant Emily Prentiss saddled up to Mick and kiss the boy before kissing Mick passionately. Prophet choked on the beer he'd just drank while Cooper patted the sputtering man on the back. Prophet finally stopped choking and caught his breath before turning around to ask, "Did you know they were together? Did you know that they had kids?" Cooper shook his head no and decided to change the subject. "Ease up on the beer, we still have to finish up our work on this case with Europol."

"Daddy this place is awesome!", Emily and Mick's son pointed out. Just as Mick was about to respond, he glanced over at Emily who had an uncomfortable expression on her face. She met his eyes and said, "Baby's just moving a lot. Relax Mick, I'm only 6 months along. Everything is fine." "Are you sure love?" "Mick if you don't stop pestering I will shove my foot up your-" Emily's threat was cut short with Mick's hand over her mouth. "Really love? Do you want to teach him that this early?" Emily rolled her eyes and bit the hand that Mick had placed over her mouth. "Hey", he yelped as he pulled his hand back and rubbed it tenderly. "Have you enjoyed your time in London Luca?" "Yeah it's been really fun but I miss grandma and grandpa already!" Mick whispered to Emily, "Your parents or mine?" She chuckled, "Yours Mick. He calls mine Grammy and Gramps. Besides we've literally been country hopping all summer."

"I'm not the one that said 'I want to do all my traveling now before the baby's born.' That was all you muffin." "Call me muffin again and you'll regret it." Mick moved over slightly before whispering, "Muffin." Emily kicked him hard. "Ow! Violence is not the answer." "Yes it is Rawson." Mick looked up to see Emily pouting. He laughed while she glared at him. "What's wrong love?" "I'm hungry again."

Mick couldn't help but laugh while he kissed her pouting lips. "Let's get you some food then."

One Week Later

"Prophet." Cooper said as he walked closer to the younger man. "Let's not mention the whole Mick and Emily thing to Hotch's team okay? It's not our place and they'll find out pretty soon." Hotch and the rest of the BAU caught up with Cooper and Prophet outside of the large house in Chicago. Morgan shook his head in amusement, "Man this is definitely Wicker Park. The houses are huge and the snobs are real." Any other comment he had fell silent on his lips when a motorcycle pulled into the long driveway. Almost everyone was surprised when Mick Rawson took his helmet off. "Ello. What are all of you doing here?"

Rossi asked, "You live here?" "Yeah I do. Why is that so shocking to everyone? I'm not a full-time agent anymore so I'm not required to live in D.C." JJ spoke up next, "Why do you have such a huge place if it's just you?" "Because it's not just me. I live here with my family. Again, why are all of you here?"

Cooper walked forward, "Good to see you man. We're here because of a case. Mind if we talk inside?" "Doesn't look like I have much of a choice." The group followed Mick into the house. "Daddy!"

They all turned to see a carbon copy of Mick Rawson running towards him. Mick picked him up and placed him on his shoulders. "Luca these are some people that daddy works with."

"Luca what the hell!" a teenage girl screamed coming down the steps. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that there was practically a small gathering at the bottom of the steps. "Dad, Luca got syrup all over my bed from whatever he was eating." "No I didn't!" "Yes you did you little brat."

Both children screamed to the top of their lungs, "Mom!" before they both took off further into the vast home. Mick turned around with a sigh, "Welcome to the Rawson house. Follow me."

"Babe you home?" JJ and Garcia frowned in confusion because they recognized that voice. Over the rambling of two children, Emily heard the collective gasp that escaped the small group. "Emily you're with Mick?" JJ said with happiness and confusion. "Hey guys" she said very nervously. When she stepped from behind the counter Penelope screeched loud enough to make everyone jump out their skin. "Peaches you're pregnant?! I can't believe my little gumdrop has a bun in the oven!" Everyone else stood with their mouths hanging open. Morgan asked, "Your son-" "Happened not too long after the whole Doyle thing. I was pregnant with Luca when he came after me. I had Luca in Paris while I was hiding out and he stayed with Mick's family in Wales until we could both go back for him. We took in Alicia when Luca was two and I'm in my second trimester with this one."

Reid asked gingerly, "How long have you two-um-" Emily cut in, "Been together? Since about three months after the Alaska case. Living together about 6 months after we started dating. We've got married a week after JJ and Will did." Emily winced at Garcia and JJ's hurt expressions. "Why didn't you tell us?" Emily bit her lip nervously, "I honestly don't have an answer for that. I was dealing with the fact that I resented my son for my entire pregnancy and that I had problems bonding with him. I was dealing with the fact that the only place I felt safe was in Mick's arms. The wedding kind of just happened. We were in Wales visiting his family and he brought the conversation up one night and I-"

Mick wrapped his arms around Emily from behind, "And she couldn't tell this devilishly handsome Brit no. She just absolutely had to have me for herself-" Mick was cut off when Emily elbowed him in the ribs. "You practically begged me to marry you so don't go there or I'll-" "You'll what?" he asked as a challenge. Alicia rolled her eyes and pretended to gag, "Or you'll guys will just make another baby. You are scarring your children so please stop whatever it is that's about to happen." Emily quipped, "And just how do you think you got here?" "Ugh, stop. Now that's my cue to leave. Oh and mom?" "No" "What do you mean no? I haven't even asked you a question." "You are not about to go browsing through my closet." "But" "My closet is not a mall." Alicia had a visible pout now and whined, "But it's so much better than the mall."

Mick laughed at the interaction between his wife and daughter before he turned to look at the down right flabbergasted expressions of the BAU team. "Licia, Luke can you guys go into another room while we talk to our colleagues."

"Come on brat." "Stop calling me that!" "No." Luca stopped walking and ran up behind Alicia and kicked her hard in the leg. "OW! Mom Luca kicked me." Emily sighed heavily and looked at Mick, "I guess I'll put this fire out." Mick ushered the agents, who looked more like stunned teenagers, into their large living room. Reid and Beth immediately started familiarizing themselves with the abundant amount of pictures hanging on the walls. Mick sat down in a fairly worn recliner, obviously his favorite seat, while everyone else got comfortable on the chocolate colored sectional that took up a great deal of the room. "So….why are all of you here?" Mick asked, breaking the awkward silence. "The case we're working." Hotch supplied. "It's not a case for our team, right Coop? I definitely didn't get a heads up about it ahead of time." "Uh no. Hotch wanted our help on their case." "So, what is it?" "Penelope. Show him please", said Cooper.

Garcia typed on her computer for a few seconds before pulling up three photos. Mick moved to the edge of his seat and furrowed his brow. "Is this some sort of joke?" Mick bit out. "Problem?" JJ asked. "You know damn well what the problem is!" JJ jumped slightly and Prophet immediately got in-between Mick and Morgan as they both stood and lunged forward aggressively. "Mick. Mick. Calm down." Hotch held Morgan back with a hand on the shoulder. Beth decided to be the mediator. "Mick, what do these people mean to you?" "Not a damn thing!" he said testily. "Mick?" Mick had to take a deep breath to relax, "Those were the bastards that raped Emily when she first joined the Bureau. She was only 23 and the first guy was her training officer. The second ran all her PT training. The third was her supervisor. Where are they?"

"They're dead. They were killed here in Chicago within the last two weeks. How long have you been in Chicago." Hotch said as he looked pointedly at Mick. "I've been back for a week." "And Emily?" Mick grew visibly agitated again, "Is Emily a suspect?" Hotch didn't flinch and pierced holes into Mick with his eyes. "You both are."