Mon Petit

Disclaimer: Still doesn't belong to me...

Summary: A fifteen year old girl comes with her field trip's class to the BAU and is in for a surprise...

Special Thanks To: AmyPrentiss-Reid who asked for me to write her into a story, enjoy.

A/N: Ok, here's part two. I took some liberty with Emily's past, so let's just say that she didn't get pregnant as a teenager or have an abortion.

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Oscar Wilde said, "What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise."

Emily stormed past several agents, pushing her way past the small gathering of students from St. Peters Catholic School nearly collided with one frazzled looking teacher.

"I need to find my students" the woman demanded, "Two students just don't disappear in the middle of the FBI building. Where was it that they were going?"

"I believe, ma'am that they were interested in visiting the technical analyst's department" Anderson replied, "Those girls had gotten sidetracked earlier and were talking with Dr. Reid."

"Well where is this..." the woman asked but Emily just stopped and turned to the teacher.

"Anderson take them to Garcia's office those girls are there." Emily clipped out.

"Thank you" the teacher said, relieved.

Emily still upset about Garcia's intrusion into her private life, stormed up the catwalk barging into Hotch's office without knocking.

The dark haired man looked up at his girlfriend, noting the anger in her face and decided that it'd be best to tread lightly because when she was this pissed off, she was lethal.

And there was no way he wanted to be in the line of fire.

"What's wrong?" he asked setting his pen down turning his attention to the pacing brunette, "Sweetheart?"

Walking a path from his office door towards the desk she muttered to herself, and she didn't look up until he tossed a paper wad at her head.

"Hey" she grumbled, rubbing her forehead, "What were you, point guard in college?"

"Ha ha" he said, "I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes. Are you going to tell me who made you mad?"

"Garcia" Emily said, playing with her thumbnail, "Look I know that she does a lot of outlandish things with going through everyone's past and everything, usually that doesn't bother me. But this time, this time she went over the line."

Hotch frowned, he knew that as far as people go, Garcia was pretty much out there but Emily was never one to lose her temper with Garcia.

Out of everyone on the team she was never the one to lose it with anyone.

"All right" Hotch asked, "What did she do?"

Emily took a deep breath, she never told him about it. No one really knew, except for Dave.

"She went digging through my past" she told him, "I mean there are boundaries for a reason. But it wasn't just about that..."

"But?" he asked, "I know there's a but coming up."

"She found out something that was completely private and she did it in front of two of those filed trip kids." Emily told him.

"What?" he asked, he was beyond confused, "Ok, what did she find out?"

"Come sit with me" she murmured, extending her hand to him, "There's something you need to know."

Hotch stood up as he took her hand, coming around towards her and pulled her down on the couch next to him.

"Ok, what is it?" he asked, tilting her head up to him, thumbing away the tears forming, "Sweetie, whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Tell me."

The brunette closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, "I had a baby."

"What?" he asked, surprised, "You have a baby?"

"Had a baby" she corrected, "No one knows this, but almost sixteen years ago, I ran into John..."

"John Cooley?" he asked, "Your high school friend from the Benton case?"

"Yeah" she told him, "We had reconnected. But John didn't really want to be a part of the pregnancy."

"So he walked away" Hotch finished, he felt anger coursing through him.

But not at her, he could never be angry with her even when she kept something this big from him.

Oh he wasn't a saint, he was hurt that she didn't tell him. But there were things in his own past that he wouldn't want to share, so he understood.

"Yeah" she whispered, "But that didn't hurt as much as deciding if I wanted to go through with the pregnancy."

"You had an abortion?" he asked.

"No" she said, closing her eyes, "I could never do that."

"So you're telling me?" he asked.

Emily laid her head on his shoulder while he interlaced their fingers together, keeping them connected.

"I had a baby, Aaron" she whispered, while he wrapped his free arm around her waist keeping her close, "And there's nothing that can ever change that."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

Nodding, she took a the deep the musked scent of the one person other then Dave that made her feel ok to talk about the moment that changed her life.

"Ok, I've got to look, got to look" Garcia murmured, scanning the hospital records again and there was no doubt that Emily Prentiss had a baby.

"Baby girl, what are you doing?" Morgan asked, leaning on the door frame of the blonde's office, "You know if she finds out, she'll kill you and make it look like an accident."

"Sorry my tall, dark and handsome" the analyst said, "But I just can't comprehend a world where my Gumdrop had a baby and failed to tell me."

That made the athletic man raise an eyebrow, "Why should she tell you?" he asked, "For all we know that kid walking around isn't Emily's? There are dozens of babies born everyday and that girl could just be another one."

"Amy Grey was born the same day that Emily gave birth to a child" Garcia said, "How could it not be obvious?"

"So there's what a birth certificate that states that Amy's Prentiss' daughter?" he asked, "Because last time I checked they both have different last names."

"For your information, mon ami" Garcia said, "Amy's little blonde sidekick gave me the 411 after Amy ran off for the bathroom to dry her little eyes after Gumdrop stormed out."

"She ok?" he asked, concerned for the girl, "Where are they?"

"The big bad nun took them to Strauss' office to give them a lecture on running off from their group" she told him, "Feel kind of bad that it's my fault."

"How is it your fault?" he asked, narrowing his eyes "You lied about getting the all clear to talk to kids, didn't you?"

"Well..." Garcia trailed off, "I sort of... kind of..." the blonde hung her head, "You don't know what it's like not being the most sought out department, Derek. I didn't want to lie. It's just, I want them to know that there's other options, safer departments. Tell me was that really so bad?"

Morgan tilted his head to the side pondering that. He honestly could see her side of this, but then he stood up straight and gave her an intense look.

"Baby Girl" he started, "As well intended as that was, you can't lie ever about those kind of things. Your lie not only separated two students from their class, but it opened up a whole can of worms with Prentiss and her past."

"I didn't mean to dig into her past" she told him, "Well not on purpose. But Derek, why would she give her baby away? Emily's always wanted to be a mother, and she's so great with Jack. I mean she loves him like he's her own."

"Look, I'm not going down that road again" he told her seriously, "And if you really love her, then you'll allow her to tell us, if she chooses to, on her own time. We of all people know that their are things in our past that we don't want out."

"I know Derek" she whispered, her eyes tearing up, "Do you think she hates me?"

"I don't know" he said, placing a hand on her shoulder, "You need to give her time."

Outside of the Section Chief's office, Amy and Zoe sat in comparative silence.

Neither knew what to say, let alone how to react.

Both girls could hear the loud voice of their teacher berating the Section Chief for her lack of safety protocol for visitors.

The girls couldn't make out with Strauss was saying but from the tone, she was trying to placate the teacher.

Clearing her throat, the brunette looked over at her friend, "On a scale of one to piss, how angry do you think those two are?"

Zoe looked down at her jean covered legs, "Well I don't think we'll be getting the water board treatment, but I know that we're banned from the dance."

Amy turned in the plastic chair facing Zoe, "I'm so sorry I dragged you into this."

"We're friends, Ames" Zoe told her with a shrug, "If our positions were reverse, I'd hope you'd do the same for me. Besides this is about your mother."

The two girls look up to see their teacher come out and she did not look pleased.

Nodding her head towards the door, the equivocal order was to move and not speak.

Emily sat on her desk, reading over a case file when she felt a pair of eyes watching her.

That hit her nerve and she just knew without even knowing how, who it was.

Looking up, she felt her pulse racing when she found herself staring into a pair of equally dark eyes of the brunette teenager.

Her own eyes stared back, neither one breaking first contact.

She recognized the pain in the young girl's eyes, she had that in her own sixteen years earlier.

Sighing the brunette turned in her desk chair, stood up and walked out of the bullpen to the two young women.

"Excuse me?" Emily called out to the teacher, "Might I speak with her for a minute?"

"Is there something wrong, Agent?" the older woman asked, eyeing her wayward student, "Did Amy do something?"

"No ma'am" Emily said, shaking her head at that, "There's just something I need to speak with Amy about."

"Fine" the teacher told her, "We've got a few minutes before the bus takes us back to St. Peters. We'll be waiting by the elevators."

"There's something I need to ask you" Emily told her.

The young brunette followed Emily into the bullpen, looking around in awe of the array of different agents.

This was what she wanted, this felt right to her. Like she belonged.

"Agent Prentiss?" Amy called out, once Emily stopped at her desk opening the bottom drawer, "I need to know something."

Emily sat down, pulling out her pocket book, before looking up at Amy.

"Yeah?" she asked, "You go first."

Emily pulled the free chair from Reid's desk over for her to sit down and said, "Shoot."

"Did give birth to a baby on September 15th, 1996?" Amy asked.

"Yes" Emily softly answered, she saw the young girl bite her lip, "Go on."

"At Georgetown University Hospital?" Amy asked.

The girl could tell that as painful as this was for her, it was that much harder for the older woman. But she needed her answers.

"Yes" Emily told her.

"Was this yours?" Amy asked, pulling out a silver charm bracelet with the initials EP on them.

Emily smiled looking down at the worn charm bracelet, her fingers toying with the small shining letters. Her initials.

"No" Emily whispered, looking down at the young girl.

Her hand itching to tuck the loose strand behind her ear, but she couldn't. Not until she searched the girl's dark eyes, one similar to her own, yet so different.

"You're not my mother are you?" Amy asked.

Emily shook her head, "No Amy, I'm not."

Amy's lip quivered at that, she could feel her own heart break in the process.

She had always been so sure, felt a connection to the female agent. One more then idolization or hero worship.

"But you had a baby" Amy said, "At the same hospital I was born at, on the same day."

"The day that I had my baby" Emily whispered, "He was a boy."

The girl's head shot up at that, "Was?"

"He was stillborn" Emily murmured, her mind replaying the moment she didn't hear her son's soft cry, "That's something you never can prepare for. No matter anything you're ever taught, not hearing your baby's cry isn't one of them."

"Sorry" she said, she felt completely embarrassed approaching this woman asking her something like this.

"It's ok" Emily reassured the girl, "Anyway there's something important I should show you."

"What?" Amy asked.

"I didn't realize this until after Garcia told me that you and your friend Zoe were trying to get information out of her about your mother" Emily told her, "And when I heard the her list off my name of women who had babies at the hospital on September 15th..."

Emily opened up her purse, pulling out a small Polaroid photo, "This was taken the day you were born."

The girl looked from the picture to her, "What? You knew my mother?"

"We only met twice" Emily told her, "The first time was on the maternity floor. I was walking the halls after my son..." she took a deep breath, "I saw her staring in look at this little bundle tightly wrapped in a pink blanket."

"Really?" Amy asked.

"I was recuperating and looking in at all the little babies" Emily said with a smile, "And she just kept staring at you. She asked which one was mine, and I told her my little guy didn't make it. She pointed you out and told me that she was so scared."

"Scared?" the girl repeated, "Why?"

"I don't know" Emily shrugged, "She just said she was afraid she'd screw up."

"And the picture?" Amy asked, looking back down at the Polaroid.

"The day that I checked out of the hospital, I went back down to look at the babies" Emily told her with a smile, "I saw her looking at you, you were asleep. She told me that she didn't think she could be a good mother. She thought you deserved nothing but the best and that wasn't her."

Amy kept her gaze on the picture, "And?"

"She asked if I'd like to hold you" Emily said, "And when I did, it felt amazing. Then she had some nurse take a picture and that was it."

"Thank you" Amy murmured, "For telling me."

"So you've been trying to find your mother?" Emily asked, "I know that Garcia had scanned through the information and she had been too preoccupied by my news to finish off the list."

"Maybe I'd like to know her name" Amy said, "The only information I found besides this bracelet was the name of the hospital. Guess there's not much out there."

"Hold on" Emily said, tenderly placing a hand on her, sending a quick text message to the blonde analyst.

The two sat in a short silence before Garcia came clattering down the hall, "OMG, Gumdrop, you forgive me?"

"Depends on what you found for Amy?" Emily asked, giving a playful wink to the blonde, "What did you find out?"

Garcia pulled up a chair in front of the two brunettes, giving Emily a relieved smile then slowly tore her gaze to the younger brunette.

"Your mother's name was Evelyn Price" Garcia said, opening the small file. She knew this was going to be hard for the girl to hear but, it was better to know the truth, "She died four years ago."

"And the father?" Emily asked.

"James Cartwright" Garcia said, "He's a financial banker, now living in Detroit. And by all accounts he didn't know about Amy."

"So I really have no one" Amy whispered, taking a deep breath she gave a nod to the remorseful looking blonde, "Thank you Miss Garcia."

Handing the picture back to Emily, she stood up and gave both women a smile, "Thank you for all your help. Sorry if I caused you any problems."

The young girl walked from the bullpen towards her class, giving both women a nod as the elevator door closed separating them.

"Oh that poor sweet girl" Garcia said, sniffling, "She's a lot like you, Gumdrop."

Emily cleared her throat, "How so?"

"She's compartmentalizing all this" Garcia said, closing the file, "Did you know that she had offers of being adopted four times but always turned them down."

"Why would she do that?" Emily asked, "There aren't a lot of requests for older children with adoptions."

"Probably like Little Orphan Annie, waiting for her parents to rescue her" Garcia whispered, "I get that."

That struck Emily, and she grabbed the file walking up up to Hotch. She needed to do this, there wasn't any other option.

Amy sat in her lone bedroom staring at the computer screen, she had to remind herself that she knew this could've been the outcome of her little investigation.

She had to remind herself that sometimes life just isn't fair. As she looked over at the silver bracelet sitting next to her television she knew that you can't always get what you want.

Opening up a new window on the screen, she was preparing herself to start in on her homework. Because after all she still had to live.

Even though she felt her own heart break at the knowledge that Emily Prentiss wasn't her mother, and that her birth mother died. She knew that you had to get busy living or get busy dying.

And she wasn't going to sit around and let life pass her by. Nope, after all she may not be an FBI agent yet, but she will be.

Focusing her mind on the work in front of her, she was startled from her task when she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in" she called out, not looking up figuring that it's either Zoe or another one of her friends.

"Hi, Amy" Emily said, standing in the doorway, "Can we come in?"

"We?" she asked, nodding as Emily walked in with a tall man behind her. She recognized him from the news.

"Amy, this is..." Emily started.

"Agent Hotchner" Amy finished, standing up and extending her hand, "Pleasure to meet you sir."

Hotch shot Emily a small smile, "Nice to meet you too."

He had heard that the few team members that had met the girl commented on the eerie similarities between them, but they just didn't see it.

"So we were wondering if you'd be interested in staying with us?" Emily asked, her hand itching to pick at her thumbnail but she wouldn't show how nervous she was.

"Excuse me?" Amy asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well Aaron and I were talking" Emily said, looking at Hotch who urged her to continue, "And we'd like to be become your foster parents."

That nearly knocked the young girl over. This couldn't be real.

"We spoke with a Social Services and they're going to do an investigation and want to interview all of us" Emily told her, "And in the morning we're going to try and expedite a foster parent license."

Hotch could tell that the girl was conflicted, she was biting the inside of her cheek, similar to what Emily does when she's nervous about something being too good to be true.

"If you don't want to or if you're uncomfortable with this, we understand" Hotch said, placing a hand on Emily's shoulder, "This is up to you, Amy."

Amy nodded, looking around her room at the place that she tried to find comfort in but never felt she belonged.

"Can I have sometime to think about it?" she asked.

"Of course" Emily said, her hand gripping Hotch's.

Amy exhaled, "I'm in, if you're sure."

Emily chuckled lightly, "Hey, looks like you're stuck with me now."

The brunette agent decided to make the first step, and pulled the girl into a hug.

She could tell the girl was still tense by the new upheaval in her life but felt her relax in her arms. It just felt right.

Emily's eyes locked onto Hotch,'s and the look that the two sent each other told them that this was meant to be.

That they had found the missing piece in their life.

"Come on, Amy" Emily said, once the girl pulled back, "Lets get some stuff to take home."

Hotch smiled watching the two brunette's pick out some stuff to take for the time being, "I think Jack will like her."

"Who's Jack?" Amy asked, looking up as she unplugged her laptop.

"My son, he's almost seven" Hotch told her.

"Do you think he'll like me?" Amy asked, picking at her thumbnail.

The two dark haired agents smiled at that, "I've got a good feeling he will."

As Hotch leaned over to pick up the suitcase, he heard Amy whisper to Emily.

"Is Dr. Reid single?" she asked.

The older man sighed, he hoped that that little crush would go away soon because he'd hate to have to kill his youngest agent.

Smiling to himself, yep he felt like her father already. And she's a teenage girl.

He just hoped he wouldn't have to stay up late at night with a shotgun, because he actually liked sleeping without having to worry what his children were up too.

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." Albert Einstein

THE END

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