I had posted it in Cross over, but it is mostly Criminal mind with a little participation from the CIA's world of Annie Walker. Hope you enjoy Prentiss in her journey between present and past.

This is my first CM fic. I just love the show and so I thought I would give writing a shot. I do not own, unfortunately, Criminal Minds or Covert affairs.

It's set 9 years before Emily's death and resurrection.

Ciao

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Prologue

After many days in that house she was finally alone. He had to take care of some busyness out of town and so did she. Of course her excuse was a lie; she needed to contact her team. She was gaining his trust faster than they had expected, but to do so she was paying a high cost.

Dealing with traffic of weapons was easy. She could be as tough as any of those men. She would gained respect and he had fallen for her act. She would get him guns that most couldn't give to him. This was the easy part. What troubled her was what she knew, what she would see him doing with the things she gave him. The deaths, the destroyed families this would take a piece of her soul every time. Putting everything into her boxes was difficult, but she rationalized why she was doing this. That after everything it would be worth it, because they would put an end in all of this. They would put him and the rest in jail. But for this she needed that information that only him could give her. So she would give everything she had to get to it; Even her whole self.

After reporting to Easter she thought about going to take a walk into the city, she didn't have to go back home before the next morning. Home… She knew it was anything but this, however sometimes it felt exactly like. This thought scared her, because she had promised herself to not let her emotions interfere. It was suppose to be just a job that she would put everything inside one of her boxes. But she didn't count on feeling this way. She didn't love him, but something about this family life was getting to her. Not so long ago she had discussed family with her partner. She didn't want to call him her boyfriend because their relationship was so different from a normal one. And she didn't know how to label it. No one in her life knew about that side, about her mystery man, but it was better this way. Their life was too much of a messy to put someone else in the middle.

And it was against policy.

She was always one to put the rules aside and do what she wanted, but this was more than her rebel side. She tried to fight it, but didn't succeed. She was falling hard for him and there was nothing she could do. She loved him and she could see them like this; having a happy family. But now she felt like she betrayed him. Not only because she was sleeping with another guy, but because she would had to force herself to utter those tree words that she only told before the one she couldn't just leave in one of those boxes. The only that got her whole heart to himself.

Emily was looking into some stores; maybe she should get something to give Declan. The boy had really got her heart. She feared for him. He seemed really close to Ian and she didn't want him to become that kind of man. He should have a choice of a normal life. A chance to be who he wanted, to be good, to be free…

Looking at the other side of the street she sees a man just smiling at her. He was tall with a messy brown hair. He was wearing old jeans with a light green sleeveless shirt and a smile. He took his black glasses off and she lost herself in his blue, almost gray eyes. When she noticed he was walking in her direction she started to panic. She couldn't face him now.

He passed her like he didn't know her, but he slightly brushed her arm. She saw him walking into an ally and started to walk to him. Her mind was telling her how this was a bad idea, but her legs seemed to have a life of their own. When she got on the ally she didn't see him, but soon she felt a hand pushing her on the wall and her mouth being assaulted without even asking for permission. She didn't even had time to process everything when he stopped his assault and just stayed with his forehead rested on hers, looking down with those hypnotic eyes.

"You know that I hate when you do that, Braga." She looked at him pretending to be mad. He just laughs and steps a little closer whispering in her ear.

"You don't like what? That I can get you all hot with just a kiss or that I use it to tease you, Emmy?" He steps from her with that smirk on his face, now so familiar. She couldn't suppress the smiles on her face.

"Just shut up." She pulls him by his shirt and kisses him hungrily. He pins her more to the all making his whole body in contact with hers. Suddenly she remembers where they are and pushes him off her.

"Now, who is being mean?" They chuckle and kiss lightly. "What are doing here? I thought you would call me when your mission was over." He didn't mean to appear hurt, but she could hear the faltering in his voice.

Emily was summoned to this mission just when he was coming back from his and, oh, how much did she miss him. She phoned him in the same day and told him she would have to leave and didn't know when she was going to be back. He had joked about her trying to make excuses to not seeing him. Then after a silence he would tell her that he would miss her. 'Don't do anything that I wouldn't, huh!' Danio joked and in their coping mechanism she would joke back. 'So jump from a moving car is okay?!' They would laugh lightly, but both could feel the pain in these words; the unspoken love.

"I'm still working. In fact I can't be seen with you." The guilty made her let go of his hand and her eyes now were sat on the ground. How could she look at those eyes now? How could she see the sincerity in them and not want to punch herself? She didn't deserve him, not after what she was doing.

"Hey, look at me Emmy." He put his fingers under her chin so he could see her eyes; the pain in them. "My safe house is near here. Let's talk there please. It's been months since we talked, I missed you." She just closes her eyes and nods to him.

They get to the safe house in minutes.

The ache in her heart was almost too much. She wanted to tell Clyde to screw himself and stay in Danio's arms. She knew she couldn't. They've been looking at this guy for so long and maybe they would get the information out of Doyle. They needed to get to Valhalla and he was their chance. She had been chose because she matched every criterion they needed in a woman to get to him. She would be reluctant on accepting, but after seeing everything that he had done; all the damaged he caused, she had to stop him.

She looks around, but sees the place is no different from the time she was there with him before. It was so cozy and warm. It was so Danio. The colored walls with photos of the nature were his personal touch.

"I see you didn't change things around here." She says seating on the sofa and accepting the mug of coffee he was giving her. The smell of the coffee filling her lungs made her close her eyes in anticipation of the pleasure she would feel when drinking it. She moans delighted by the familiar taste.

"Sometimes I get really jealous of the way you moans when drinking it." Emily chuckles almost spilling coffee. She looks at him to say something, but he beats her to it. "And yes, it's the Arabic you like. Somehow you addicted me to it." He sits down next to her getting her hands in his. The tender touch of his hands send shiver through Emily's body and her heart started to beat fast. She could feel all his love only in this one gesture.

"How much longer…" She put a hand on his lips shushing him.

"Shuu.. I don't really know. Tomorrow I have to go back, but right now I just want to feel you with me." She put her hand in his right cheek and he closes his eyes leaning unconsciously to her touch. She pulls him closer and gently touches his lips with hers. For a moment they just brush their lips against one another. ""Voglio fare l'amore con te. Voglio dimenticare tutto il resto.*" * I want to make love to you. I want to forget about everything else.* Hearing this he immediately pulls her in a very passionate kiss and picks her up to lead them to the bedroom.

Without breaking the kiss he puts her on the bed sliding his body on hers. She started to kiss him more desperately, pulling his shirt up. Her touch was so eager, desperate, that make him shiver with anticipation. But today he didn't want this feral love section they would have after being apart for so long, he was hunger for her, but he felt like he needed to show her something different. He needed to take his time, to take in all her reactions to his touch and memorize it. He wanted to engrave everything into his soul, her taste, her scent… Something about the way she looked at him today made him scared. He could still see the love in her eyes, but there was something along with it that he couldn't figure out. Was it regret? Sadness? Guilty? He didn't know. What he did know was that he loved her with all his heart. The last three years with her had been the best of his life and he wasn't letting her go.

He takes her wrists with one of his hands and put her arms above her head. She looks confused at him, but he only smiles at her and start to kiss her neck.

"Today you are mine. I'm going to take my time. We can fuck later, but now I'm going to make love to you." He sucks her neck on her pulse point and hears a low moan escaping her mouth. Traveling up her jaw he founds her mouth again. They kiss slowly. Their tongues massaging the other till they needed to separate to breath. His mouth goes back to her neck, nipping, biting lightly while his free hand starts to unbuttoned her shirt. His kisses start to trail the path his hand uncovers and soon Emily starts to become breathless.

"Daniooo." His name leaves her lips as he start to kiss her breast and a wave of heat passes through her entire body. He smiles moaning against her skin making her shiver. His hand start to unclasp her bra and he releases her hand, so her blouse and bra can start the pile of clothes that soon will be covering the floor.

Their eyes meet and suddenly all those feelings are gone; he can only see love and passion in those brown eyes he loves so much. Smiling she turns them around and straddles him, making him grin at her.

"I missed you so much." Soon her lips are on his, in a deeper kiss; tongues battling for dominance while her hand goes under his shirt feeling his strong chest. "This shirt has to come off." Emily start to put it up, but he embraces her more fiercely and turns them again. She lies on the bed looking intensely at Danio's eyes. He stays on his knees and starts slowly to take the shirt off. Their eyes only parted when his shirt shielded his, that when Emily started admire Danio's body. He had wide and strong toned shoulders. She sits in bed and starts to caress his chest leaving kisses where her hands passed. "You're losing your touch. You were much faster on taking it off before. I wonder if you losing your touch on others things too." She whispers to him before getting his ear lobe between her teethes. She lies back in bed with an evil smirk on her face. Emily loved to tease him; it usually resulted in really good pay back.

"Oh, losing my touch, huh?! I'm going to show how GOOD my touch still is." They kiss passionately like they would never be able to do it again. Danio starts his descended again in her body. His lips are on her belly and he can feel her muscles reacting on his touch.

He loved how she reacts to every little touch. And he knows if he lets her take control she would also find all those right spots. They knew every piece of the others body, but every time it seemed they would discover something else, always marveling each other.

His hands started to take her pants down, caressing her thighs on their way, till they joined their shirts on the floor. Her eyes were closed just enjoying the feel of his hands on her. He loved this sight; there wasn't anything prettier than Emily Prentiss having pleasure. He felt breathless watching her, but above this he felt blessed for being the one to get her there.

"Perche' ti amo, di notte son venuto da te

cosi' impetuoso e titubante

e tu non me potrai piu' dimenticare

l' anima tua son venuto a rubare.

Ora lei e' mia – del tutto mi appartiene

nel male e nel bene,

dal mio impetuoso e ardito amare

nessun angelo ti potra' salvare.*"

*Because I love you, I came to you at night

so impetuous and unsteady

and thou shalt not ever forget

I came to steal your soul

Now you're mine, all mine

in poorly and well

brash and proud of my love

No angel can save you!*

"Danio, Io sono tuo, il mio amore. Fare l'amore con me, per favore.*"* I am yours, my love. Make love to me, please.* Their lips met again, like they couldn't get enough of each other. Their feelings so evident now; their love could irradiated through their bodies, like powerful flames burning every doubt, every other feeling besides love. It seemed to be a dream that neither of them wanted to wake up from.

Soon the rest of their clothes were being discarded and the need to feel one another grown impossibly more. He started to kiss down her body again needing to feel her in every way possible. He hears her gasp as his lips found her sex.

"Daaanio." His name leaves her lips easily and it encourages him to continue his ministration. He would take in every moan, every gasp for air, and every involuntary contract of her muscle. Her hands leave his back to tug his hair pulling him into a hungry kiss. "I want you inside of me, per favore mio amore." She couldn't think straight anymore. Didn't even notice the language mix she was making. She just wanted to feel him complete her. Like no other could.

They kissed again and he filled her slowly, seeing her closing her eyes, but her lips open in a pleased smile. Now inside of her he also closed his eyes, never feeling more home than in that minute.

"Emilyyy." He moaned her name before started their love making. Their body moved in a synchronized pace. Soon the room was filled with breathless moans and the uttering of love words. This moment there were just them; no lies, no missions, no world. It felt like they could live in the moment, never letting go of the other. Never letting go of the feeling.

"Open your eyes, Emmy. I want to see the gorgeous brown of them." Their eyes were locked together as their pace fastened and their breath became more rapid. All Emily's muscle contracted and she felt the most intense sensation hit her making her scream for him.

"I love you Danio." And he let it go as well, falling in his lovers arms, panting. He started to move off her, but Emily stopped him.

"No, stay like this for a while." She takes a long breath trying to keep the trembling for her voice and the tears from falling of her eyes. "I'm not ready to let you go just yet."

He breaths deeply feeling their scent together. Something was wrong and he was afraid of what it was, so he stayed like this, with his head on her chest listening to her heart beat. Their relationship was complicated. Not because of their feelings, but of their lives. They were both spies with busy schedules. He was from Italy and she was American, but she did most of her work in Europe, that's how they met.

He knew that first time they met she was different. Something caught his attention, but didn't know what. He just knew he had to see her again. So when he was in Chicago and saw her walking near the lake, he knew he would have to get to know her. She was walking slowly, the sun was on her skin making her radiate. He swears he had never seem something so beautiful in his whole life. He stood there for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a couple of minutes, watching her walking, till she entered a coffee shop, so he followed her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Emily breaks the silence when she's sure her emotions are under control. Danio then goes to lie on her side, taking her in his arms. He kisses the top of her head before talking.

"I was thinking about the time I bumped into you in Chicago. You were at the coffee shop eating this really BIG chocolate cake." He laughs remember her almost choking when seeing him.

"It wasn't THAT big. You were calling me fat. I remember I 'accidently' let my coffee split on your pants." They laugh together. She was still mad at him for the kiss he gave her after their mission. She wasn't really mad, she was confused, because even if he had been a petulant egotistical arrogant man – that's how she called him at the café -, the kiss had stayed in her mind for days. She just couldn't get rid of that feeling and it bugged her.

"Oh I remember. But I also remember you taking my pants off that same night."

"Shut up." She slaps his chest lightly still grinning at him. "What can I say, you are kind of charming." They kiss, but soon go back to that position and to the silence.

"So, are you gonna tell me what is bothering you?" Danio feels her muscle tense beneath him.

"It's nothing." She sees him start to protest so she gives his lips a peck. "It's just a stressful job, that's all." She didn't want to lie to him, but how could she tell him what she was doing? It would break him, like it was breaking her. She felt like she didn't deserve him. She felt like a whore. Selling herself for information. She didn't know what to do. She had to stop the destruction Valhalla was causing and there was no other way to get to him. But she dreaded the consequences, because in the end she knew she would be breaking not only Danio's heart, but also Ian's and hers.

He wanted to ask her what she was doing, but knew it wasn't fair. They had an oath to comply. He couldn't talk about his missions with her either, so he would respect her silence.

"I've been thinking…" He started to talk.

"Good to know there's something inside that big head of yours." She grinned against his skin. Even with everything happening, she felt so at easy with him. No one had ever made her feel like this before.

"Ha ha, very funny Prentiss. Seriously now…I was thinking after your case we could spend some time in my real house here in Tuscany, maybe go to Cala Violina. I want you to meet my family, in person this time." He talks in one breath. He had so much more he wanted to say, but it was hard to find the right words.

"Danio…" Emily starts to sit putting her legs to the side of bed, her back to him.

"I thought you wanted to know them. I want you in my life for good Emily. Here, in the US, I don't care… I just want you with me. I love you." It's not fair. It was not fair for her to keep lying to him. He was such lovely man. He deserved a real woman with him. Someone that wouldn't lie and keep secrets from him. Someone that wasn't broken like she was. He deserved someone who would give him a family and would love him, only him.

Emily turned to him tears going down her face. The cracks that have been appearing in her walls now broke it all and she couldn't hold it back anymore. She just couldn't keep with it anymore, she loved him too much to keep lying. But at the same time leaving him was going to kill her too.

"Emmy. It's gonna be okay. No matter what." He embraces her and lets her cry in his arms. He hated to see her crying like this, because it only happened when something really upset her. Before he had his last mission they were talking about family.

"I would really like to meet the Bragas." She kissed his chest and looked deeply in those blue eyes.

"Oh, you will, but be prepared cause Mama has being bugging me for kids. It means she probably will bug you too." He smiles, but soon sees the smile leave her face and her usual mask start to appear. "What's wrong, Emmy?"

"Nothing. I…" She puts her eyes away and starts to stand but he doesn't allow her.

"You can't hide from me Emily. You know you can tell me anything." He strokes her hair slowly embracing her more. She starts to sob in his arms and he whisper sweet words in her ears.

She told him about the boy in Rome, how she got pregnant. She told about her friend that helped her and she felt like she ruined his life. He told his fears and his mistakes to her too. They counted with each other, that's why he was scared now. He wanted to help her, but couldn't if she wouldn't tell him the problem.

They stayed in each other arms until they fell asleep. When he woke up Emily was nowhere to be found, there was only a note on the bed.

"Sorry. There isn't much more that I can say, but there is much that I wanted to. In the end what really matter is that I'm sorry; for walking away like this, but mostly for walking away from our life. I don't know if you will believe me after reading this, but I did love you, Danio. Now I have another life and you can't be in it. Don't come after me, please. It would only complicate things.

Move on. Find someone who will truly love you. You deserve happiness and I can't give you that. Get her to know your family and maybe give your mother the grandchildren she wants.

My job is my priority, so I'm freeing you. The agency has the rule for a reason.

I'm sorry once again. Goodbye.

Emmy."

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It was a new morning and she had to go back to her life now. She walked through the door and greeted the employees now so familiar to her. She felt sick, disgusted with herself. All he wanted to have with her she was having with another guy. A terrorist nonetheless. It was her job. She would get it done, even having to sacrifice her happiness. Now Danio was free. He would find someone to make him truly happy.

She hears footsteps behind her and soon pair of tiny arms were wrapped around her legs. The smile comes easily to her. This made the job worth. She would do anything to this kid; to give him a better chance of life. After everything was over she would make sure he had a better future. This she promised herself.

"Hey their little man. Are you being good to your mom? Cause if she says yes, I have a little something for you." Emily passes her hand through his shinny sun hair. Then she feels another pair of arms now on her waist. She turns and he glues his lips on hers. Her mask was back on, but the feeling of loss was difficult to hide, because she could still taste Danio's.

She wasn't Emily Prentiss anymore, now she was Lauren Reynolds. That why she smiled hearing he greeting her.

"Hello, Love."

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The Poem Danio says to Emily is from a German writer called Hermann Hess.

I would really like to know opnion about the story! All types of reviews are welcome.