A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, I just wanted to get one published quick! But I'm working on the next one right now, so it will be up soon. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

"Oh, okay," Garcia wasn't convinced. "What is it, Em?"

"I need you to run a check for me," Emily told her. "Can you do it from home?"

"You know I can," Garcia giggled. "What kind of check?"

"I need you to find someone for me and tell me what you know about them. If she's in the system, I need to know who else matches her DNA," Emily's voice lowered to a whisper.

"Sure thing, Em. Why are you whispering?" Something dawned on Garcia. "Are you being held hostage!?" she yelled.

"No, Garcia, nothing like that," Emily assured her. "The name I need you to look up is Lauren Prentiss. She probably would have had a different last name if she was in the system. I don't know what it would be."

"Okay," Garcia typed some things into the laptop she kept beside her bed, the one that accessed databases that she should have only been able to access from her office at the BAU. "Lauren Prentiss…Are you looking for a long lost cousin or something?"

"Or something," Emily muttered.

"Okay, love, I've got a Lauren Prentiss, age twenty-two. Formerly known as Lauren Prescott, but born Lauren Prentiss. Her birth records are sealed so I'd have to do a little more work there. She entered into the foster care system in New York City when she was only a few days old. Bounced around in many foster homes until the age of fifteen, when she was placed in a juvenile detention center. She was released on her eighteenth birthday and has been in the wind ever since, with the exception of getting her name changed back to Prentiss a few weeks after she was released."

"Juvie?" Emily gasped. "What for?"

"Seems like a bunch of little things," Garcia answered. "Drug possession, public intoxication, shoplifting, a minor assault charge."

Emily was silent.

"Oh, and the DNA," Garcia added. "Her closest match in the system is…"

"Garcia?"

"It's you, Emily. What's going on here?"

"Garcia, you can't tell anyone else," Emily pleaded.

"Of course not," Garcia said slowly.

"Lauren is my daughter," Emily said.

"I caught on to that, Agent Prentiss," Garcia's voice had an unfamiliar tone. "But you have a daughter? Why didn't you say anything? And why didn't you know anything about her?"

Emily started to cry. "I was fifteen, Garcia. We were in Italy, I was having a rough time, I made a lot of mistakes. The Ambassador was not thrilled. She wanted me to have an abortion, but I refused. So we hid my pregnancy and she told me a nice couple she knew wanted Lauren, that they could give her a good life. I didn't know what to do other than trust my mother. Obviously, I shouldn't have, because here we are. She just showed up at my apartment, PG."

"Wow," Garcia said. "Well, I suppose we have a lot to talk about, but right now you should probably get back to your mini-me."

"You saw her picture?" Emily asked.

"It wasn't a question, Em," Garcia said softly, looking again at the picture of the girl on her computer screen. "I'll see you in the morning, love."

Emily stared at her phone for a few minutes after Garcia hung up. Then she dialed another number. It was time to talk to the Ambassador.

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