A/N: No I don't own it, dammit.
Warning: Mentions implied rape. Not graphic but it's there.
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No light in your bright blue eyes ~ Florence + the Machine
She felt Reid watching them, he saw how he talked to Mia but she was an agent and genius or not he would get nothing from that agent. Mia would never betray Emily's secrets.
Declan was holding his sister like she was the most precious thing in the world. She sighed taking the moment and capturing it forever as she heard him murmur about safety and protection.
"Mi tesoro, I'm going down stairs," he looked up in a panic.
"I need you to take care of Dacey, you can both watch me from the window, ok?" He nodded but didn't look convinced as he walked over to the big window.
Emily walked down to the bullpen, over to Spencer.
"Hey"
"Hey" his shoulders hunched over and hands in his pockets, the cool confident man gone in the moment of insecurities.
"It's going to be ok, Reid." He looked at her with tortured eyes.
"How-uh-he-" he floundered for words, becoming angrier as he tried to find the right word.
Silently she took his hand and led him up the stairs, leading him to her children. A conversation she was not going to have with him today, if ever. She tried not to relive the warehouse in Paris, she could never retell that story to anyone not even Reid.
Slowly she entered the conference room and found her children looking at her.
"Tesoro, you remember my friend Spencer," it wasn't a question or an introduction. A statement.
"Spencer, this is my daughter, Dacey, she will be three months old, next week."
"Oh," nodding to Declan, understanding crossed his face and quietly walked to the far side of the room, giving Reid a measured look.
She smiled, Ian had a warrior son. She shook that thought away quickly, taking in the man in front of her.
"I need you to understand, you can be angry all day every day, I can't stop that, but I need you to understand this, please."
"Why me?" He was aware of Declan at least, while he was preoccupied with his little sister, he still could hear the conversation taking place.
She sighed, Reid and Rossi were going to be the easiest she knew. Morgan, she winced at the thought of that conversation. Rossi would be mad too but like Reid, he would understand, she just had to show him.
"Nathan Harris. Tobias Hankel. Owen Savage" She listed them watching the names roll on him in waves, the emotions that screamed out of his eyes.
"You understand them, relate to them, feel sorry for them, you want to save them." Sometimes you can't, she added silently.
She had wanted to save Ian Doyle, too. She let the Lauren in her truly love him, faults and all.
She tried to show him everything in her eyes. She wasn't sure of many things, Doyle's monstrosities but he had given her Dacey. A trade she make again.
"I wasn't conscious, Spencer." She wasn't lying, Ian Doyle was had done many things to her, the rape was the gentles of them all. He wasn't trying to punish her then, he simply couldn't help himself.
But that's all she would say on that subject while Declan was in the room.
The words met their mark as Reid relaxed, she saw him rebuild the walls quickly, sensing the end of the conversation. She smiled as he approached Declan and her daughter, she saw Declan tense. She sighed in relief as he handed over his sister, trusting Reid. At least he wasn't scarred forever by the incident at the airstrip.
She made a mental note to try to come up with a better word than incident when she talked to Declan about it later.
Shaking the thought away she came up behind Declan, wrapping a protective hand around his chest, he leaned in to her. Placing a quick kiss on his head of curls and tried to make conversation with Reid as he spoke in broken French to her daughter.
They had small conversations that lapsed into long silences, but they weren't awkward, Declan was too tired to fully see what was happening but the profilers were having a silent conversation with shifting limbs and eyes.
One down and five to go. Rossi wouldn't take more than two seconds, JJ and Hotch didn't know the full story but knew enough that wouldn't cause a scene, Garcia might cry but that was expected.
She closed her eyes and tried to picture Morgan's reaction, but his face kept morphing, his eyes glowing.
Shuddering, other thoughts invaded and won.
-!-
"You can't have changed the locks that much," She was talking to the floor as she tried to shift her weight.
"Oh," His voice laced with venom.
"You think I don't recognize those eyes," she looked up and caught his gaze. Blue ice of steel but she'd melted them, more than once.
A sly smile graced her face and she arched her back, exposing her new "tattoo."
"You think I couldn't feel it-" she licked her lips.
"Je pourrais te sentir en moi," (I could feel you inside me)
He withdrew like she had slapped him. Her laugh was soft, a gentleness to her that drove him wild.
"You thought you'd surprise me with that in a bit-" a small paused, letting the words sink, "-maybe before you put a bullet in my head, " he was taking steps away from her.
"Or was that your private shame, your need to have me again," her head cocked to the side.
"Well I'm awake now," she challenged.
"NO!" The screamed ripped out of him and he left her.
Mind games. She was playing dangerous minds games.
But she was winning. She would always beat him.
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"God if I have to die you will have to die" ~ Modest Mouse
A/N: Maybe Morgan's reactions next? Or a Paris flashback? Let me know!
Oh And I'd like to thank everyone for their reviews, I had my first review within 30 minutes of posting and decided to start on the next chapter immediately!
