A/N: Not mine, sadly.

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When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew ~ Shakespeare

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Emily Prentiss had two tattoos, one she was proud of, the other not so much. Lauren Reynolds had two tattoos, none a mistake.

Both carefully placed, hidden. Emily, because she was an Ambassadors daughter and couldn't be seen to do something so vulgar.

Lauren because her mother would also disapprove but also because they were private and it would be gift to give, if she chose to show you.

Emily knew Arabic. Lauren knew French.

Emily was a trained spy. Lauren was a gun runner.

Emily like to sing and dance. Lauren like to sing and dance.

Emily loved Tuscany. Lauren loved Tuscany.

Emily loved children. Lauren loved children.

Emily didn't believe in marriage. Lauren didn't believe in marriage.

Really, they were the same person.

Emily let the mantra run over and over in her mind like she did when she was having trouble being Lauren.

Lauren was ruthless, hard-headed, compassionate vixen. It hadn't been hard to slip into her skin. Sometimes she felt Lauren in every pore in her body, sinking herself to take over, like the manipulator she was. Emily had been in control more and more, after Ian proposed and confessed, she had come out in full force. Lauren had been having a good time taunting Liam, kissing Ian, it was Emily feeling the fear, the horrors that could possibly be in store for them.

But it had been Declan that made Emily truly come to the forefront. She had been planning Declan and Louise's' escape since she met them. She was sure she could get enough information to grant them immunity. After finding out about Declan Doyle, Lauren had disappeared completely from Emily's mind. She had been trying to make her come back, to just slip into her skin, she kept fearing that Ian would notice or worse Clyde and he'd pull her from the mission. She'd never be able to take Declan if they ended the mission so abruptly, they had to arrest Ian to make sure Declan would have time to escape.

Just a few more days. Just a few more weeks. Just a few more months.

Emily resigned herself, she had to get more information, the faster this whole thing could end. With that final thought, she let herself go and let Lauren come back from her banishment from the dark corner of her mind.

"Morgan" she reached for him but he was gone.

"Dammit," she heard JJ curse before she took after Morgan, Dacey needed to bond with her godparents anyway.

Making your way around an FBI building without attracting attention while running was much harder than it looked, Morgan had left a wake of confused faces and gossipy co-workers that led her to the men's room.

She hadn't really decided how she was going to explain the whole situation, him locking himself in the FBI's men's bathroom wasn't how she pictured it. At least he couldn't go anywhere. He couldn't fit in the air ducts and going out the window of the sixth floor wasn't his style.

She took a quick glance around and saw more than one curious glance, she glared at each one in turn, like it was their faults Morgan was in there. Hastily their heads turned away, one or two had the balls to do a double take and find her blazing eyes on them. Nobody dared shift their eyes to her.

Good, an angry Prentiss was probably the best one to deal with Morgan. The rest of the team might need her to be soft spoken, understanding Emily but Morgan needed an ass kicking before she showed that side.

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With one final glare around the floor, she kicked open the bathroom, walked in and prepared to for the onslaught.

"This is the men's room Agent Prentiss."

"Hello there, Agent Williams, Anderson."

"Agent," the men responded.

"Uh, I was looking for Agent Morgan-" well that was awkward, "-uh Agent Hotchner needs him to report to the office."

She was glaring full forced at the locked stall in the far right, like she could burn a hole and see Morgan listening in to the conversation.

"Was it really necessary to kick in the door?"

She turned her glare at the men at the sink, done playing nice.

"Get out." her voice was soft, sweet and entirely too dangerous. Any thought of protest died the moment she spoke. Both quickly shuffled out with a weird jerk of the head meant to be a nod and a mumbled "agent."

She sent a another glare at the closed door before turning it the now open stall. Morgan was leaning on the door looking at her with haunted eyes.

"Please tell me you had a fling in Paris."

"I had many flings in Paris, Derek but none of them led to Dacey." He closed his eyes and shook his head, like he could banish her words.

"This is not your fault," he looked at her like she grown an extra head.

"Not my fault," he said the words like a bad taste in his mouth. So quick she couldn't stop it, he punched the wall. She heard a crack but he just looked at his hands.

"Morgan!" She rushed to him, taking his hands in hers, he didn't recoil just stared.

"Come on," She led him out, muttering about Garcia killing her.

Outside the bathroom door were JJ carrying Dacey, Hotch, Rossi and Reid, shifting around as if they could hide the fact they had been eavesdropping.

Profilers should cover better, she thought as she led Morgan away. The rest of the team following like baby ducks except Reid who was on Morgan's other side talking about fractures, treatments and painkillers. But Morgan didn't say a word or turn to look at anyone.

JJ passed Dacey to Rossi and muttered something about getting Garcia.

Emily buckled in Dacey into her car-seat with Rossi volunteering to wait to drive JJ and Garcia, Hotch and Reid climbed to either side of Dacey while Morgan took shotgun and Emily drove in silence. Even Reid had finished his rambling about fractures and Hotch alternative with giving a disapproving stare at Morgan and glancing at Dacey protectively.

Emily would have laughed and she hadn't been doing the same. Every red light she would look at her daughter in the rear-view mirror and then turn to look at Morgan. She didn't know how to approach the silent brooding Morgan, she should have told him first.

Morgan had two small fractures in right middle knuckle down. He was getting it wrapped when Garcia burst through the waiting room like a colorful angry butterfly.

"Why is it always my chocolate god?" She thundered, Rossi took this time to meet her and probably quiet her down as JJ approached Emily.

"I tried telling her in the car, but she was too preoccupied with Morgan, " she muttered quietly, Emily nodded. A little disappointing that she'd still have to tell her.

At that moment Hotch decided to walk over to the two women, to give Dacey to Emily.

It was then that Garcia finally took in her surroundings, capturing the moment like camera.

"Emily? Please tell me that you had a fling with Hotch before you took your trip to Paris." Her "trip" to Paris. Nice Garcia.

Garcia would make a good profiler but it was in the thing that she missed that everyone else had noticed, Dacey's nose, not Emily's or Hotch's or any Frenchmen she might have encountered during her "trip."

"Garcia" JJ's scandalized voice reproached her. She couldn't see Hotch is disapproving face but she could feel it, though it had no effect whatsoever on Garcia bloodhound trail.

Rossi placed a hand on her arm, giving her a measured look.

Garcia looked at his hand, glancing at JJ's, Emily and Hotch's in turn and finally on Dacey's.

Reid whispered a sad, "Doyle." But there was no need it had already clicked in Garcia's mind, she stared, shook her head once, looked down, looked up and promptly burst into tears.

Morgan to come out of the darkness in his mind, so far he had been on autopilot, silently brooding, horrible thought festering like open wounds.

He couldn't find his feeling in this whole situation, was he happy for his friend? Or angry?

He couldn't begin to know what to feel about Emily being alive, how was he supposed to deal with her being alive and with a child?

And then there was the self loathing to deal with. Something that he was sure would never go away.

Hatred for Ian Doyle was the only thing that rivaled it. How could he ever look at "Dacey's" face?

Still brooding he considering leaving the hospital by a back elevator but it seemed like too much effort and all he really wanted was to go home and drink.

Still preoccupied he mentally prepared himself as he opened the doors to the waiting room, being careful with his newly wrapped fingers.

"Oh," they were all there, Garcia holding the little girl and crying her mascara running, Rossi and Reid were nursing cups of coffee. JJ sat next Garcia, rubbing small circles on her back, Hotch stared him down but Emily was nowhere to be found.

A part of him was relived, the other part disappointed, just because he was mad didn't mean she couldn't be there for him.

"Don't look like a petulant child, it doesn't suit you." There she was, coming out of the elevator, Declan in tow, both carrying armfuls of snacks and bottled drinks.

"You and I, have to talk Morgan," Hotch voice rang out. "Now."

An ocean of difference exist between making love and being made by it ~ Tyler Knott Gregson

A/N: He'll come around I promise. I wanted to explore Lauren more in this one but we got past him knowing, now we got to get to the healing.

rmpcmfan: he is the toughest nut to crack!

Thank you again to all my reviewers and especially Lexis4MorganPrentiss and rmlawson78!