A/N: Two updates in a day? Yeah. I did that. Also, I don't Criminal Minds. This one is for Lexis4MorganPrentiss, for reviewing both chapters and to rmpcmfan thank you, I am trying to stay true Emily's character.

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And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse - Mumford and Sons

Dacey would grow up to be a carbon copy of her mother, with dark hair, dark eyes and the curve of her tiny lips. But it was the nose that was slightly off, her eyebrow a shade too light, her chin would hopefully lose the baby fat to turn more of her mother's strong jaw.

Most people who looked at the her chubby baby face would never see the little details that made her Ian Doyle's daughter. But most people weren't profilers.

And it was those details that screamed at Aaron Hotchner.

"Thank you," he didn't hear her words, he was too busy torturing himself. How could he let this happen to her? Why wasn't he fast enough?

"Hotch, you did everything you could," her voice was so far away, "if you hadn't pushed to send me away, he would have known about her much sooner."

That reached him. What would have happened if Doyle had know that Emily was carrying his child? A sliver of a memory of Foyet's face came to him. Hotch also had scars. He was good that she had been safely tucked away, he conceded, he had done that much to protect her.

That eased his guilt but not by much.

She shouldn't have been in that monsters clutches in the first place.

Emily could see him batting himself and turned to JJ for help. She had decided to tackle them both at the same time, since they should have gotten a little heads up on the situation. Apparently the director had decided not to enlightened them on the Dacey situation. A snippet of information she wished she had known before coming into Hotch's office this morning.

JJ was going to be no help because she decided to have silent tears run down her cheeks and barely there shakes from suppressed sobs. Damn, she was counting her calm media liaison face here and Hotch's unshakable nature. They both decided to throw that out the window today of all days.

Rossi had been by far the easiest since she was staying at his mansion while everything got sorted out. She hadn't said a word after she had tucked in Declan and Dacey, simply walked down stairs to find a tumbler filled with scotch for her, they had sat together in silence for over an hour. Finally both called it a night, he had squeezed her hand, with a quick kiss to the her right temple and a small whisper.

"Qualunque cosa accada io sarò sempre qui per te, cara mia." (I'll always be here for you no matter what, my love.)

She smiled at the memory. She decided that night to not tell Garcia until after she helped bring her back to life on paper and kept going back on forth between telling Morgan and Garcia separately or together. Hotch and JJ weren't a good experience for mutual support here.

She rubbed her belly, right over the scar, two pair of eyes followed her movements. Damn, another bad habit to break.

"Listen to me, both of you," she took each of their hands in hers, "you two saved me, tried hard to protect me, kept my secrets. I know what's going on in your heads but I can't let you both eat you up." JJ had stopped crying as she stared at the little girl on laying in her car seat.

Emily was pacing, buck up Prentiss, she chided herself. It was time to pull them out of this with her final card up her sleeve.

"So, you ready to be godparents?" She saw them relax and Hotch uncharacteristically bent down to pick up Dacey, he expertly carried her. JJ had her hand on his arm, peeking over to look at little face. They both shared a look, could they get past the father? Enough to accept Dacey into their little family.

"Look, if you really want to stop feeling guilty, stop beating yourselves up on what you could have done for me and start making plans on the things you can do for her, " That sold them. JJ eyes welled up with tears and started making cooing noises, Hotch flashed her a rare dimpled smile. There it was, Dacey had godparents.

She smiled and let the memory of when she first found out about Dacey race across her mind.

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Emily had been in Paris for about a month taking Annalise Rousseau identity easily. She sometimes considered taking one of the other identities, after all Doyle knew she could speak French but she had fallen in love with city the moment she breathed in the smell that could only described as Paris.

She had finished writing her letter to Reid and her computer had finished burning the CD she made for him. She knew she'd probably never convince Mia to give him the letters but she had a more of chance of her dropping off the CD in front of his apartment.

She had been writing letters faithfully every day since she had settled in her apartment. She knew the agency would never catch Doyle, it wasn't exactly easy to arrest him the first time, the second time would be near impossible. She resigned herself to the fact that she might never see the team again but if she could, they would get her letters, she had Mia promise her that much.

Reid's were especially long; headaches, Gideon, his mother, Solaris, there was so much cover, to apologize for. She felt almost as bad as leaving him as she did Morgan but Morgan dealt with loss differently than Spencer, he would not take comfort in her letters the way Reid would.

Morgan's letters, for that reason were pathetically short but they said what she wanted them to say. That was enough for her and they would be enough for him. She glanced around the little apartment before checking the time, realizing she's had less than twenty minutes to get ready she quickly locked away all of the letters and CD in the back safe. Out the door within three minutes she left to her doctor's appointment, physical therapy was grueling but she was getting stronger, she rubbed her scar, not knowing that she was heading to see her daughter for the first time.

So lost in reminiscing her few months in France that she didn't hear the door open, hadn't realized someone had entered the room until she heard his voice.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Damn, she thought as she turned to face Derek Morgan.

Dacey's startled cries filled the air between them. Damn, indeed.

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I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear? - Mumford and Sons

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A/N: Yeah, yeah. I didn't actual do the scene between them, but I did almost got to it! Enough reviews and I'll have it up by tomorrow.