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For this part I became a little drama queen. It would just be boring if nothing bad ever happens. :)

Part 3:

He was not sure what had awoken him a few minutes ago. They all had been tired after their trip to the beach. Emily hadn't even tried to convince the little girl to stay in her own bed, but had just put her in theirs, before joining her a few hours later. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and wandered to his sleeping colleague and the little girl in her arms. For the tiniest moment his thoughts wandered back to the kiss they had shared, but he couldn't afford to drift off. He lay still, trying to hear the sound again that had woken him. He was about to relax again, when he heard a crushing sound that probably meant that someone had just destroyed one of the little girls toys that were spread all over the living room.

Morgan instantly reached for the gun in his nightstand. Emily next to him turned, looking at him alarmed. One look in his eyes told her that the sound that had woken her up was reason to be worried. She sat up reaching for her gun as well, loading it with determination in her eyes. She was about to hop out of bed, when he held her back.

"Prentiss, I need you to stay with Annie. We can't just leave her alone in here. And someone needs to call Hotch." She glared at him, showing him how unhappy she was with that plan. But the fact that he used his nickname for the little girl while using her last name showed her how serious he was.

"It never ended well when we split up, plus Hotch sees everything on the videos, they are probably already on their way."

"I tried the friendly suggestion; in this case this is an order."

"Morgan…" Her voice rose and she earned an unpleased look. She raised her hands as a gesture of surrender and reached for her phone. As suspected, the team was already on their way, but would take a little while to get to the house. She heard more sounds from downstairs. Obviously her partner had found the intruder. She glanced at the little girl who was still sleeping. She softly kissed her head, before leaving the bed against any of his instructions. It would take the team ten minutes at least to get here and he needed backup now. At first she made sure all the windows were locked, as well as there was nobody in the closet or under the bed. She then carefully opened the door and locked it behind her.

Having quickly checked all the rooms upstairs, Emily now made her way downstairs. She cleared the kitchen, before heading through the dining room towards the living room.

"FBI, drop the gun." She leaned against the wall next to the door, listening to Morgan's voice.

"Do you really think I'd fall for that? You should have stayed away from my niece and everything would be fine."

"Drop the gun."

"Or what? I have nothing to lose in case you haven't noticed."

Emily quietly moved to the other side of the door so she could glance through the small opening. She flinched as sounds started coming from upstairs. Apparently Èanna had woken up and was now trying to open the locked bedroom door. As she looked back the scene had changed, Derek had used the moment of distraction to throw himself towards the guy, but he was clearly not on the winning side. As he suffered from another hit, Emily decided that he needed another surprise moment. She opened the door more fully stepping in with her weapon raised.

"FBI, drop that gun."

The sound of the shot had reached her ears long before she felt the pain. She lost grip of her gun, which was falling to the ground, and was thrown against the wall behind her. She saw Derek looking up, panic in his eyes, but then he finally got a hold of the gun and hit it against the unsub's head knocking him out. She slowly sank down against the wall, as Morgan reached for his phone running over to where she was.

"I need an ambulance. Fast. We have an agent down." That was all what he barked into the phone, before putting his attention on Emily.

Her PJ shirt was turning red around her shoulder as the blood pressed through the wound.

"Can't you listen for once?" He lifted her up in his arms caring her to the couch.

"He nearly knocked you out."

"Well I still feel better than you look."

"I told you it never ends well when we split up." She reminded him quietly thinking of her last wound and nearly being blown up in the bank a few weeks ago. She felt his hand press against the wound to keep the blood in.

The lights and sirens indicated that help was close. She closed her eyes to keep her thoughts straight.

"Don't even think about dying on me again." She could hear the fear in his voice although he tried to hide it.

"Morgan, what happened?" Hotch appeared as soon as the front door was crashed out of its angles, while the team was securing the rooms and the unconscious guy on the floor.

"He was stronger than I thought; she tried to help and took the shot." That was about the shortest version he could think off and he was not going add to it right now.

"Èanna, someone has to get her." Emily mumbled fighting on staying conscious.

"JJ, check upstairs and get her out of here." Derek watched the blonde disappear with a few backup men, before turning back to the wounded agent. He had unconsciously grabbed her hand and he could feel her hanging onto him. This just felt too much like a year ago, when she had been lying in his arms. As the medics came running in, he softly squeezed her hand. He was not going to let go again. He watched the men work on her and then helped them lift her.

"I'm going with her." He announced and Hotch didn't try to stop him. He saw in the younger agent's expression that he would fight him on this issue.

She could sense the hectic motion around her. Her eyes felt too heavy to open them, so she didn't.

"Is she going to be okay?" She tried to recognize the voice, but her brain wasn't functioning properly. She was so tired of this mess. She couldn't afford to die now that she was taking care of Declan so why did she bring herself into trouble again and again? Declan! She tried to open her eyes, but the light seemed too bright. She felt herself being lifted up and laid down the next second. Then they seemed to move her again, soon she felt the soft breeze from the summer wind.

"Declan." She murmured trying desperately to open her eyes.

"I need you to stay calm." She didn't recognize the voice, but she could feel the needle pushing through her skin and soon she became even sleepier. As she was moved she could feel the tight crib on her hand and a small smile came on her lips, as she drifted off to the black world she seemed so familiar with.

The first thing she could sense was the hurt and soreness of her whole body. She groaned silently once again cursing the job she loved so much. She then felt the warmth around her hand tightening and she started fighting her heavy eyes curious to see who it was.

"Hi Princess."

"You didn't let go." It was half a question, half a statement, but he knew what she meant.

"Did that once. Although I got to admit that I did let go while you were in surgery. They wouldn't let me in any further than the observation room." She saw the small smirk on his face and softly shook her head.

"I had no intention of dying this time."

"See and I had no intention of letting you die."

She slowly freed her hand from his and tried to straighten herself up.

"Where is Annie?"

"Kids ward, she was in shock."

"I should have stayed with her." Guilt suddenly shrugged her. No matter what had seemed right a few hours ago, now it seemed terribly wrong.

"You kept her safe. And I already visited her, she wants to see you."

"Get her then."

"Emily." He cut himself off as he saw her stern look, trying to find a better way on how to approach her.

"I'll get her in a moment. First let me tell you what Hotch told me earlier." He waited for her to nod her okay, before going on. "The unsub was Èanna's uncle, the only living relative. He tried to get custody after his sister died, but didn't have the money or the social and criminal background to take care of a little girl. So he decided if he couldn't have her, nobody would. Apparently he was hoping if nobody would volunteer on taking her, his chances would rise again."

Emily sighed quietly at the realization why all those nice families had to die. It had Annie bound to be part of the system for the rest of her childhood.

"He also accused the first foster dad of abusing her, but there is no evidence for that."

She slowly nodded, before turning to him. Tiredness had come over her again, but that didn't change her mind, she wanted to see her little girl. He nodded giving her hand a last squeeze before leaving the room to head to the children's ward. She closed her eyes to get rid of the dizziness that had come up over the last few minutes. If there was one thing she wouldn't miss in her new job, then it was ending up in a hospital.

"Stephanie." Before she could open her eyes, she felt the girl climbing on the bed. Thankfully Morgan was fast enough to direct the little girl towards her unhurt arm. She smiled as she opened her eyes looking at the little girl with a mass of brown curls.

"Actually my name is Emily. I know that is confusing, but we had to play that game the last few days."

While the little girl stared at her with wide eyes, another pair of eyes rolled. Derek couldn't believe that his friend was taking this on a personal level now. She, out of all people, should know what it meant to mix real life with undercover jobs.

"Emily is shorter."

The agent laughed as she stroked the hair out of the little face. Sometime between fighting her dizziness and her painful shoulder she had made a decision that wouldn't please Derek.

"Emily, when are we going home?"

She saw out of the corner of her eye as Derek straightened up ready to reveal some kind of story.

"As soon as they let me out of here."

"Emily." His tone was warning but she ignored it.

"They probably keep me for a few more days, but maybe they can move your bed in here." She saw him shake his head as he got up and walked to the window.

"Yeah then we can play all day long." Annie didn't seem to notice the sudden tension between the adults, after all her world was perfectly fine, now that she knew she was going to go home soon.

The little girl then chatted on about her adventures in the hospital; she apparently had already found some friends and thought it was exciting to hear about all the different sicknesses, clearly not understanding how serious they were.

Finally a nurse came in to check on Emily. Derek used his chance on asking her to take Èanna back to her room while the new bed Emily had asked for was being set up. Both girls didn't look too happy with him, but it was his only chance on washing her head. As the door closed behind the nurse he walked back to her bed. The closeness that had been there when she had woken up was gone.

"What are you thinking Emily? She is attaching and the more she does the harder will it be to place her in a family."

She glared at him, not to fond with the way his voice had raised.

"Ever thought that I really can take her home?"

"Sure with your job you have a ton of time of raising a five year old. You barely have enough time for Declan." Her glare turned angry, pushing back the hurt feeling.

"I can always quit, if that is what you want. And it is none of your business anyway. I'm going to give it a try, no matter what you think about it."

"So you quit for this ridiculous plan but not when it would have saved our relationship." Although he was mainly angry she didn't miss the hurt touch of his voice. She was about to protest, when she remembered that he didn't know about her mother finding her another job.

"It's not the same." She therefore answered quietly. She looked down at her hand hoping that he would just get over it.

"Apparently not, it seems to be dang easy to ditch your job for a girl you've only known for a week." She could feel him staring at her, but she didn't look up again. It would be so easy to put an end to all of this, but she simply couldn't. When she didn't speak up again, she heard his frustrated sigh as he walked to the door and left. She leaned back staring at the ceiling, trying to fight her tears. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop loving him and that made every conversation, and especially their fights, even more painful. She just wished she could get over her pride and simply tell him, but it felt like it was too late now. "You are not supposed to let the 'one' go." JJ's words rang in her ears and the first tear traveled down her cheek.