A/N: JJ comes clean to Emily, and Donovan reveals his past to his babysitter, because she doesn't really give him a choice...arms and legs outside o the vehicle at all times and we should be just fine. Reviews make my world go round so please be kind and hit that lil button o'er there.

Forgive me Lord for the sins I have committed...

And the sins I have yet to commit...

Other men's sins are before our eyes; our own are behind our backs-Seneca

JJ couldn't look at her, of course she knew. She had been debriefed thoroughly on Doyle when she had been requested to work the case with the BAU last year.

She knew all about Donovan Gainnes, how he was tasked with Emily's surveillance making sure she was doing her job, that she was never compromised.

He had picked her for the job after all.

Clyde had disagreed he didn't want her involved it was too dangerous this time. Clyde had been too close; he couldn't think objectively anymore Donovan had been the objective one.

She was his type, matched him intellectually, and she was a damn convincing bad guy

After the first two years of nothing but silence from Doyle while he was in custody the North Koreans realized the man wasn't going to talk.

So they enlisted the help of Interpol once more and set about getting into this man's head. They couldn't break him physically, but maybe, with a little coercion they could break him mentally.

So Sean McAllister asked him what he thought they should do.

Donovan had been the one tasked to watch Emily with Doyle, to make sure she stayed on task, three years was a long time to be undercover, to absorb an identity and it was dangerous.

He advised Sean that the only other thing that Ian Doyle loved other than Lauren Reynolds was his son.

If Doyle had been surprised when Donovan walked into his cell that day and not some North Korean militant he didn't show it.

"Nach bhfuil tu ag dul chun labhairt tat u ag lan, an fiedir liom a ghlaonn tu Ian?" (You're not going to talk are you Ian, can I call you Ian?)

Donovan was met with silence. He would be at it for another two days and all Donovan would get out of the man was the Lord's Prayer in Gaelic.

He understood the North Korean's frustration they were running out of ideas when they had called him in.

So Donovan had tasked Sean with telling Emily what she had to do...

And now Donovan had something the North Korean's didn't,

"Inis dom faoi do mhac" (tell me about your son)

Doyle became silent and raised his head,

"Ni feidir liom bhfuil mac" (I don't have a son)

Donovan levelled Doyle with a hard stare and dropped the 6x4 photograph under Doyle's nose.

Donovan hated seeing grown men cry.

Doyle tried to lash out but he was restrained

"Cad e seo? Mei data deanta gat?" (What is this? What have you done?)

"Is e an chogaidh seo" (This is war)

Donovan left the man to his wailing, even though he knew it wasn't real, a part of him felt sick.

Emily had JJ pressed up against her front door, if this were any other situation JJ would have been thrilled, but now was clearly not the time to divulge in her inner feelings for her colleague.

"Yes, I knew...we...the State Department had been under the impression that you would never meet Donovan, you had no reason to."

JJ felt Emily's grip tighten slightly at the admission. JJ just wanted to take Emily into her arms and make it better, but she knew this really didn't have anything to do with her.

This was between Emily and Donovan so she cleared her throat and continued her confession,

"But then Doyle broke out of prison and went on a vengeance spree and you went AWOL. Honestly we were shocked you didn't go looking for Gainnes or that he didn't go looking for you"

Emily had always thought that it was Clyde watching her back...

Why hadn't Donovan come looking for her when Doyle escaped?

Emily shook her head and JJ gave Emily a weary smile,

"You should sit down"

Emily stepped out of JJ's personal space, and if she had to be honest she could almost hear a sigh of regret from the smaller woman.

She followed JJ to the kitchen and took a seat on a bar stool at the island and watched the blonde intensely as she puttered around making coffee for the two of them.

With her back turned towards Emily and her dark stare it gave JJ the opportunity to collect her thoughts, she really thought that Donovan should be here, and she expressed this thought to Emily,

"Donovan should be here Em; he can probably tell you more than I can"

Emily gave JJ a curt nod and JJ made the call,

Donovan hated the urgency in JJ's tone; he was trained to take urgency as one of two things panic, or impatience and sometimes both.

He made it to JJ's in less than twenty minutes; he cracked his knuckles as he waited for JJ to answer the door.

She had a panicked almost wild look about her when the door swung open; his eyes darted around the room assessing any threats.

"Hey Jayje, everything okay?"

"Donovan, hey come in"

JJ gave him a slight hug and as he was lead to the kitchen, he caught Emily's glare as he entered behind JJ; there was no mistaking that look, Emily knew...

JJ didn't have time to register what was happening it all happened in a blur,

Donovan was on the ground Emily on top of him with her fingers wrapped around his throat.

He barely had enough time to shrug off his leather jacket, it was bunched down around his elbows as he tried to fight off Emily, her rage and element of surprise had given her an advantage.

"You son of a bitch, you left me there! I asked to be extracted and you just fucking left me there!"

Donovan struggled until Emily kneed him in the stomach, she had his hands pinned to the floor and he couldn't move just in case Emily kneed him again.

JJ didn't really know what to do; she couldn't separate them for fear of hurting one or both of them,

"I had to leave you there; don't you think I wanted to bring you in? As soon as we found out about Declan I told them to extract you, fucking Clyde wanted to keep you in six more months, six more months to make sure their case was solid, they had him in Northern Ireland, Emily I swear to God I never wanted to leave you there!"

The young man sounded broken, he had lost just as much as anybody because of Doyle, for a moment Emily thought she saw tears in his eyes.

Northern Ireland?

That had been six months before she found out that Declan was Doyle's son,

She had been under for nearly two years by then,

Emily kneed him in the groin and stood up, taking her place at the island once more.

Donovan rolled around on the ground groaning in pain,

JJ's eyes just flitted from one agent to the other; maybe she should have taken their service weapons before suggesting this.

JJ helped Donovan up and over to the couch as Emily sat with her back to him at the island.

"So you knew that I would get attached to his son?"

Donovan sighed,

"Yes I knew, I read your files, I had your medical history, and that kind of personal trauma always manifested into the needs you expressed."

Donovan raked his hands through is hair, and sighed.

"There was no threat to you or the boy while we were under the impression he was Louise's"

He had read her psych evaluations upon joining Interpol. He knew all about her, well at least she didn't feel so bad for digging through his life now.

Emily looked at JJ who was standing on the other side of the island she nodded towards Donovan gesturing to Emily that she should go and sit with him,

Emily trusted very few people in this world, she trusted her team with her life, and that included Donovan, she may have been angry, he had lied by omission, then again so had she.

Hotch was right they did have a lot in common, maybe more than he let on.

She did as JJ suggested and sat across from him.

JJ went to her office upstairs to give them some privacy, she was almost certain they wouldn't try and kill each other, her home was Geneva if they knew what was good for them.

Emily took a deep breath in affording her the opportunity to physically take in the man before her.

He looked nothing of the confident, charismatic agent she worked with in the field. All this man radiated now was guilt and loss...

"How long, were you with the task force?"

"From the beginning, I picked you, Sean, Clyde and I profiled I and his known female associates and I came up with you."

Donovan was sort of proud of this fact, Emily had been his first assignment, and he had done a damn good job, had the acclamations from the Brass to prove it...

He just wished it hadn't come at such high a cost.

"Clyde was dead set against it; he kept bringing up Prague saying you weren't ready."

Donovan smirked as he kept rubbing his hands, a nervous habit she had noticed about him,

"Prague was Clyde's fault by the way." Donovan deadpanned.

Emily took this all in. It was unnerving to a point that this man, who was a good ten years younger than her, knew almost all there was about her. He had followed her every move for the entire duration of the mission.

She levelled him with a serious look,

"I want you to tell me everything from the beginning Donovan"

A/N:I know it's a cliff-hanger and I'm sorry, I'm really only doing this so I can get a realistic representation of who actually reads these things, then again, if only one person reads it then I'll be happy...and if more than one person reads this...well leave me a comment so I know! Donovan's revelation will be up after the weekend, and then I'll get into what's going on with Cheeto Breath and Emily :D