A/N: If you're still with me, I appreciate it. Many of you may not be familiar with Tintin, so I apologize about that. It shouldn't affect the understanding that much hopefully. For the Jurassic Park stuff, I'm going to stick with the movie version because I think that's what most people are familiar with. Oh, and slight spoiler warnings from the Season 8 season finale of CM.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, Tintin or Jurassic Park. The characters being used are for non-profit purposes only.

"Hotch?"

The man in question simply blinked at her surprise. "Hello Pr-Emily. It's been a while." He held out his hand.

She felt like an idiot, just standing there staring. He didn't seem to be surprised at all, and she noted the slip of her last name. Finally she got her act together and grabbed his hand, shaking it briefly. Of course he would keep things professional in public. "What are you doing here?"

His answer was interrupted by the man with the cane stepping in front of her. "Ah you must be Emily! I'm Ronald Wagner, very pleased to meet you finally."

Emily nodded and shook his hand. "Dr. Wagner, would you care to explain what the situation is? And why the FBI is involved?" She gestured at Hotch, who raised an eyebrow. "Not that I'm not excited to see an old friend, but I'm confused."

"Ah my dear, of course. Let's all sit down. Mr. Easter, did you receive the files I sent you this morning?" Wagner gestured towards the conference room computer.

Clyde nodded and handed the older man a slide advancer. "All set. If you don't need anything else, I have mountains of paperwork I need to attend to."

"No no, nothing else. Thank you so much for being so accommodating, otherwise I don't think I would have had the pleasure of speaking with Emily," Wagner admitted, smiling sheepishly at the brunette. "I don't want to keep you. I promise we'll take good care of her."

Emily frowned as Clyde rose and walked towards the exit. He nodded to her, and slipped out the door. What the hell was going on?

"Emily, please take a seat next to Mr. Tintin and we'll get started," Wagner asked.

Emily turned to the young boy who smiled cheerfully at her and pulled out the chair next to him. His white dog was currently curled up on the floor by his feet. She nodded and sat down, sneaking a look at her former Unit Chief who was still standing.

Wagner seemed to catch the look, and gestured at Hotch. "Please Agent Hotchner, have a seat. We're all friends here, there's no need to be anxious."

Hotch nodded, and hesitantly took a seat next to Emily. "Go ahead Dr. Wagner, I think everyone is anxious to hear the details."

Wagner nodded and hit the slide advancer, and the screen lit up. "As you all know, InGen was involved in a series of, shall we say, poorly executed events that occurred about twenty years ago. " An image of a Tyrannosaurus Rex showed up on screen. "This was our biggest competition. Due to the events on Isla Nublar, the island was abandoned. But we have been maintaining satellite imaging and conducting the occasional flyover to track the advancement of the animals."

"Dr. Wagner, you're implying that there are still dinosaurs on the island?" Tintin asked in shock, eyes widening.

"Yes Mr. Tintin, they are alive and well. From the higher rate of breeding from the carnivores, the numbers of each species has been somewhat limited over the last little while. But there are still quite a few herds that seem to be doing quite well." Wagner clicked to the next slide, showing an image of the satellite photos. "As you can see, about a third of the island is inhabited by various species."

Emily frowned, fidgeting with her hands. She was getting anxious and just wanted him to get to the point, not sit through a slideshow of photos of dinosaurs. She froze when Hotch touched her hand, and she shot him a look. He just stared ahead, removing his hand quickly.

"And now you are probably all wondering why I have asked you here today. Two months ago we decided to try and initiate reclamation of the island and InGen headquarters." He snapped to another picture of a satellite image of a building. "This is where the teams were sent, the old control rooms of Jurassic Park. It holds the key to reactivating many security features that were pertinent to the investigation. But we had underestimated one thing when we dispatched the team." A photo of a burly, blonde man came up on screen. "At approximately two thirty am five days ago, the head of security Samuel Pincher went rogue and murdered ten men and women in their sleep."

Tintin gasped. "Why would he do that Doctor?"

"At this point, we think he may be working with one of the head biologists to try and obtain samples of DNA, for his own monetary benefit. Greed can be a strong thing Mr. Tintin, and we've had many problems with it in the past." Wagner shook his head solemnly.

"How did you confirm that he isn't working alone?" Hotch asked. Emily nodded in agreement.

"We got very lucky." The slide advanced to another photo of a short, young blonde woman. "Margaret Coolidge, a member of the defense team, managed to escape during the attack and contact us through a satellite phone. She confirmed that Pincher had murdered most of the team, and she had witnessed Dr. Wayne Downey being spared." A photo of a middle aged, dark haired man with glasses flashed onto the screen.

"Isn't it possible that Pincher is working alone and is using Downey against his will? Threatening to kill him unless he helps Pincher get what he needs?" Emily proposed.

"Unfortunately, we don't know. Maggie barely escaped with her life and we haven't been able to contact her since. All we know is that she relocated to a medical facility approximately five kilometers away from the compound and has adequate food and water for a month. We managed to tell her we would come in to extract her, but then we lost contact."

"So she's out there alone? Poor woman," Tintin exclaimed. "How do we help Doctor?"

"The goal would be to extract Maggie, and stop Pincher and Downey regardless of whether or not they are working together. This is where your expertise comes in Agents," Wagner nodded towards Hotch and Emily. "We need to understand what these men are thinking and stop them."

"So you want us to profile them?" Emily asked. "Why not bring in the entire team then?"

Hotch cleared his throat. "The invitation was offered to the team, but they're working on a case right now. Serial killer out of Utah, 10 murders in the last month," he explained. "I was requested by the Director to attend the meeting. Dave is handling things."

Emily nodded, understanding that if the Director requested something then Hotch likely didn't have a say in the matter. One of the many reasons she hated politics in her old job.

"Of course having the entire BAU team would have been extremely advantageous, but I settled for the next best thing. I know you haven't lost your talents Emily," Wagner said, winking at her. "As for Mr. Tintin, he has had great success at such a young age and has aided in capturing some of the most elusive international criminals."

Tintin nodded shyly. "Snowy and I do our best, don't we boy?" The white dog barked in agreement.

"I think you will make a fine addition. Now, let's discuss some logistics." Wagner clicked to the next slide showing an outline of the island. "You three and a team of highly trained in tactical defense will first attempt to get Maggie out, and set up a strategic planning area in the medical compound. Don't worry, the team has defended from attacks from the park animals before, so you will be very safe. From there you'll try to take down Pincher and Downey any way that you see fit. "

"So you want the three of us going in guns blazing and take this guy down?" Emily was not very confident at the sound of the mission goals.

"Yes, and don't forget to try and not get eaten," Wagner chuckled. Emily and Hotch were not amused. "I have full confidence that you will be able to complete the mission. We can't afford to have the data Pincher is after getting into the wrong hands."

Emily glanced at Hotch and caught his eye. She was on the fence about the mission. It sounded crazy and dangerous, and she didn't have a death wish. And she had responsibilities "I run a team here in London, so I don't know if I can afford to just drop everything and come along."

Wagner nodded. "Ah yes, I was made aware of that. I was informed that Clyde was willing to step in and oversee things while you were away if need be. So the choice is up to you."

She sighed. How is it that so much of this had been planned over her head? She didn't like the fact that so many decisions were already being put into place. "I need a minute here to think. Will you excuse me?" She rose from her chair and walked out of the room.

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Emily paced back and forth, wringing her hands nervously. This was a big decision, and she couldn't just say yes right away without it making her look like a complete crazy person.

"Emily."

She jumped, turning around to look at Hotch, who was standing in the doorway to her office. "God, you scared me. What's up?"

"We took a break. I wanted to come and see what you were thinking, and to properly say hello." He moved closer to her.

She smiled, nodding. "I've missed you guys. I spoke to Garcia today, she said everything was going well."

"It's been going as good as you'd expect. Blake is fitting in well. We're still getting over the loss of Erin, it's been tough on Dave." He took her hand. "I'm sorry you couldn't get away for the funeral."

She looked at their hands, and pulled him closer. "Me too. We started off in a rough way, but she was a great woman and I had a lot of respect for her."

Hesitating, she looked at him. He had touched her twice now, and she was just standing there like an idiot. Slowly, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him briefly and went to pull back. But his arms went around her and trapped her there.

"I missed you Emily," he said quietly, and then released her. "It was hard losing you twice and not being able to do anything about it."

"I know, but I didn't have a choice. I needed a change. I wanted to be happy." She smiled sadly at him. "It doesn't mean I don't think about it though. You were both my friend and my family. It was a hard decision."

He nodded. "I understand. So what do you think of this? I won't do it unless you agree to it as well. I need you on this team."

"I don't know, it's just so bizarre. Why us? Why not just go in there and take them down by themselves?"

"I think it's because of Pincher's background. He used to work as an Agent for ten years. I remember meeting him at a conference, a few years before you started." Hotch frowned, thinking back to the moment. "He seemed friendly enough, but of course that was a long time ago."

Emily nodded. "People do change. And if someone offered him a price big enough, that would have been enough to sway his loyalty. If he's changed so much it may make it harder to profile him."

"We would need to locate Maggie, she would be one of the few people to know him well enough. Wagner mentioned to me they had worked together for a number of years planning this project," Hotch explained.

"If she's still alive, she would be a major asset," Emily admitted. "Are you sure about this? You want to risk leaving Jack knowing there's a good chance you may not come back?"

Hotch frowned. "I do it every case Emily. He knows that I have a responsibility. And it's not just him anymore that I would be leaving. But yes, I'm confident in the tactical team accompanying us. I had a look at their profiles and they have a lot of experience."

Emily swore to herself. Ten minutes alone with him and she was already screwing up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything." She looked at him seriously. "If you're sure, then I will do it. Even if you didn't want to go, I know the Director would order you to." She knew something this high of a profile for the Bureau wouldn't be ignored by a simple dismissal of the offer.

Hotch nodded. "It was made clear before I left that I had little choice in the matter. But I do want you with us Emily. You're an accomplished profiler and amazing at what you do. We need you."

She smiled at him. "Ok, ok, enough ass kissing. I just need to talk to Jamieson, he's my second in command for the team. I'd rather have him taking over during my absence than Clyde. He knows the team better." She glanced at her watch. "See you back there in ten minutes?"

"Sure, take your time." Hotch turned for the door, but Emily caught his hand.

"I just want to let you know I'm glad you're here," she said, smiling. "And I couldn't do this without you either. Let's just try not to get killed, ok?"

He smirked, nodding in agreement. "I'll do my best Prentiss. You better watch my back when a T-Rex is chasing me down." He winked at her and slipped out the door.

She shook her head. She always had his back. Collecting herself, she walked out of her office. What was she getting herself into?