The first person to greet Garcia, as she entered the bullpen, was Reid who gave her a weak smile. Next was Morgan who slowly turned and gave her a small nod. She glanced up and saw Hotch scowling at a file while scribbling something down through his office window.

"What brings you out of your lair?" Morgan asked as an attempt to keep things light hearted, although the crackles in his voice proving he hadn't felt like talking in a long time.

"It was too quiet down there" Garcia replied softly while still watching Hotch… could it be him?

Morgan watched the blonde for a few moments then cleared his throat "Reid could you get me a coffee, I've drunk all of mine" He said with distraction obvious in his tone. Reid took the hint and took Morgan's half full cup toward the coffee machine. "Are you alright" Morgan asked and gently placed a hand on Garcia's shoulder.

Garcia jumped and quickly turned toward him, Morgan letting his hand slide off her arm. "I'm fine I was just… thinking about something" Garcia stuttered out. "I better go" She added before beginning a walk toward her lair.

"Garcia-" Morgan said seriously while grabbing her hand to stop her moving any further away.

From across the room Reid watched the altercation between Morgan and Garcia ending with Morgan again trying to stop her leaving and Garcia angrily ripping her arm free. Reid flicked his eyebrows then came back to his desk, a confused Morgan taking his coffee and staring into the dark liquid.

"What was that about?" Reid asked with a hint of concern in his voice before he took a sip of his drink.

"I tried to talk to her about…" He paused a minute and cleared his throat while glancing round the room. "About Emily… but I don't think she's ready yet"

"Hotch is making us all have assessments" Reid stated while watching Hotch in his office.

"Why'd you think that?" Morgan asked while moving his eyes from Hotch to Reid.

"He walked pass me today carrying six files for a psychological and grief assessments. It makes sense that we'd all need one because we worked close with her" Reid replied robotically, looking down into his coffee when he mentioned Emily.

"Yeah, well, I'm not talking to a shrink" Morgan said with disdain before getting up and walking away.

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Garcia plonked herself down at her computer and stretched her fingers, today she was going to get to work on figuring out who it could be. After a few minutes of typing she ran a hand through her hair and massaged her temples; this definitely wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.

Emily wasn't the type of person to accidently give away her relationship with someone if it was meant to be kept private so talking to people wouldn't help. Anyone going into Emily's house now could just be cleaning out her stuff so that wouldn't tell her if it could be them. There was no option of a DNA test as the funeral was last week and Garcia had no actual proof Emily had been pregnant, just her word.

After a few moments she sighed and slumped back in her chair. Although Garcia was quite happy to sit in her lair and not in the line of duty like the profilers, it sucked not being as prepared for situations like these. Morgan and Hotch could pick this apart in minutes, Reid probably faster.

There was only one thing to do. Garcia knew she couldn't take this task on by herself; she needed help. The only trouble was who. Any of the boys could be the mystery man and JJ was so tied up with Henry asking about Aunty Emily that adding this to the list of things to worry about seemed unfair. She could ask Anderson for some help… but she hadn't said more than two words to him since the funeral and had probably burnt her bridges for a heart to heart when she blamed him for Elle getting shot.

So who could help her? Kevin? No. this needed to be handled within the team. Until she was sure who it was no one outside her family could know. She'd just have to work out which one of the boys she could trust.

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Reid sat at his desk, a pile of paperwork in front of him and a mug of coffee in one hand. He really needed to concentrate but every time he tried to do some work his minded started drifting again. He didn't understand it. It had never been this bad before. When his dad left he was only a kid. He probably thought it was temporary. But there's nothing temporary about death. Nothing at all.

He sighed and sat forward, pulling one of his desk drawers open and fumbling for the packet of painkillers. His headaches were worse than ever. The bright lights glaring down on him only made them worse but he knew a place that was dark enough was almost impossible to find. Of course, it didn't help having to act like he didn't care about Emily. But Reid would rather look unemotional than let on about how much he cared about her.

He placed the dry tablets in his mouth and took a sip of sickly sweet coffee before placing the mug back on the table, pulling a file close to him and getting to work.

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Hotch quickly signed his name at the bottom of the document he'd finished reading and sat back in his chair. The paperwork was complete and Emily was safe in some distant country. JJ was going to Paris tomorrow to give her everything she needed before Emily would disappear… possibly for good.

He felt sick to his stomach at what he was doing. He knew it was for the best but some part of him was screaming at him to tear up that piece of paper and bring Emily home. Hotch knew this was the for the best and to keep Emily safe no one could know where she was going but this all felt so wrong.

Hotch gritted his teeth and placed the document with the rest of his paperwork before placing it in a brown paper envelope, ready to be delivered.

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Morgan took a sip of his cold coffee then slightly winced at the taste. He'd been avoiding leaving his office and even when he was out making coffee he had skipped sugar just so he could get back to his office and ignore the world. He knew he was avoiding the situation and that it wouldn't help but it still left him staring at his office window, contemplating whether or not to go outside.

Case files sat in front of him that he had been trying to complete for the best part of the day but none of it made sense. One minute he would be reading through a coroner's report and the next he was thinking back to one of the last moments he saw Emily alive.

"Come on, Derek" Morgan mumbled to himself as he pushed up off his chair and grabbed his almost empty mug. Roughly pulling open the door his eyes slide over the people in the bullpen before he made his way to the coffee machine.

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Garcia dropped her fluffy pen next to her keyboard, spun her chair round and bounced out of her lair. She'd narrowed down the list and knew there was one person she could trust. One person left in the office that could help her.

Her multicoloured dress swirled around her legs while her heels clicked against the catwalk as she circled the bullpen before reaching the right office. She knocked lightly then pulled the door open and began talking before he could object.

"I know you're going home soon and I know you don't want to talk but… I need your help"

I've had a lot of writer's block lately but it's passed (finally!) and I'm back to work. I spent the last week working on all the stories I've got that are still open and this is the second to be updated and I've only got one more to go so updating is probably going to be a weekly thing from now on! I still want to leave time for anyone who missed the first chapter to add in who they want to be the mystery man so I've left this one open ended. Next chapter should be next Thursday and will, hopefully, eliminate one of the boys. Please favourite/follow if you're enjoying the story and review if you've got time! Hope you liked the chapter!