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Reid and SSA Blue entered the roundtable room looking like they wanted to be anywhere but in the middle of a BAU case. Emily stood and greeted Georgia with a welcoming smile and an outstretched hand. "I'm SSA Emily Prentiss. These are SSAs Rossi, Simmons, Alvez, Jarreau, Lewis and our Technical Analyst, Penelope Garcia."

"SSA Georgia Blue. What's going on? Spen – I mean, Dr. Reid, said you have a case involving my son."

"We believe it is, yes."

"I'm running facial recognition software," Garcia put in as Georgia sat next to JJ. "The results should be in – right now." She said as her laptop beeped.

Spencer took another chair across from Rossi and next to Tara but facing Georgia. SSA Blue stared at Garcia as if her life depended on the results. Reid found he couldn't stop watching her wait and irritation at his lack of control surged in his blood. He yanked his eyes away, and they settled on Emily who looked back with a composed expression and eyes that showed she knew what he thought.

"It's a ninety-eight point seven percent match to the photo Reid sent to me from your desk. It's your son." Garcia announced.

"My god, how is this possible?" SSA Blue demanded. "The DNA tests were conclusive. There was so much blood – they said he couldn't survive. I don't believe this is happening."

"Tell us everything from the beginning." Emily pressed.

"It was five years ago in New York. I was a detective in Vice. One of my classmates from the academy took an undercover assignment. She was my best friend. She made detective before me, and I never heard the end of it." Georgia laughed, but it was like a sob.

Spencer wanted to reach out and take her hand, but he forced his eyes on his file folder instead.

"Her name was Anna Gutierrez, and she was smart, tough and capable. It wasn't her first undercover assignment, but it was big. We were picked to join the task force that tried to take down the Capello, crime family."

"I remember that," Rossi said. "They make good Italian-American families like mine look bad. I believe the NYPD got everyone but the head of the family, Charles."

"Yeah," Georgia said bitterly. "Charles, or Chaz as he liked to be called, slipped away after someone blew Anna's cover and he killed her."

"I'm sorry," Emily said.

"I sometimes wonder what would've happened had we realized we had a mole in the department before that person blew her cover. She'd be alive, and Chaz might be in prison. Then, I think I wouldn't have my son."

She wiped at her eyes and stayed silent for a long time until Tara said gently. "Chaz in Andrew's father."

"Yes. I was so caught up in revenge; I vowed to bring him down. I worked the case on my own time, and I found him, but again he was warned, and when I went to his old warehouse on the wharf, he jumped me. I went without backup, and he was able to get behind me and pistol whip me. When I woke up, I was tied down."

Her voice began to break as she talked, and her face remained chalk-white and her lips bloodless and thin against her teeth. Reid tried to meet her eyes, but she looked at the table while holding her hands together as if they were birds about to fly away into the clear blue sky of spring.

"I was stupid. I should've taken back up, but I was bent on revenge. Anna was more than a good friend. She was like a sister to me. I loved her like family, and he took her away from me. I hated him more than I've ever hated anyone in my life. I still hate him. I want him dead."

"Georgia," Emily began, but SSA Blue shook her head and lowered her voice from her tirade. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you the rest." She promised.

"He confronted me, laughed at me for thinking that I, a mere woman could bring him down. Then he told me I'd meet the same end as Anna. He – um," her voice began to shake.

Reid wanted to say it was enough, but it wasn't enough, and he knew that Georgia understood it well. He kept his eyes on her white face and listened.

"He raped me, twice, then beat me so badly, I should have died, but I didn't because of two patrol cops who stumbled on me after he left me for dead outside the warehouse. They saved my life, but I was in a coma for two weeks. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, and Chaz had disappeared. It was three weeks later that I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to get an abortion. I was furious, and I wanted nothing to do with a child fathered by a monster, but then I realized that the baby was innocent, and I couldn't end an innocent life, or I'd never been able to live with myself. I've never regretted the choice, even when it seemed he was dead."

"Can you tell us about the day you thought you lost him?" JJ asked quietly.

"I don't know – I, um – oh, god, it was so terrible and all the blood." She took in a long breath and said something that no one heard. She closed her eyes and began.

"After Andy was born, and after months of physical and headshrinker appointments, I was cleared to go back to duty. I spent months on desk duty as punishment for going after Chaz without backup, much less a warrant or probable cause. I didn't care because I was home early every night and off weekends for six months."

She opened her eyes and looked at Reid for the first time. "I had to choose my path, and I chose to let Chaz go. It was more important to me that Chaz never knew about his son than to take revenge. I thought he was out of reach. I concentrated on trying to help uncover the mole, but that proved impossible."

Spencer watched her carefully and thought he saw something in her eyes when she used the word impossible that indicated to him that she'd never truly given up hope and that she might know the mole. Interesting.

"It was two days after Andy's third birthday when a call came into 911 from my home address. I'd hired a nanny for Andy that I trusted implicitly. She was a friend from high school who'd joined the military. She served in Iraq, and she was tough. She loved Andy and took care of him as if he were her own. She was attacked and killed, but not before she managed to call for help. When we arrived, Andy was gone. We found the –"

She stopped again when her voice wavered and cracked.

"We can take a break," Emily said.

"No, I want to get it out. You're the first people outside of the NYPD that I've told the story and I want to finish."

Emily nodded as the others remained silent. Reid kept his eyes on her face, but she returned to staring at the table.

"I found his blood-stained shirt, and I lost it. I don't remember the details after that except waking in the hospital. My partner told me the blood on the shirt was human, and DNA testing proved it was Andy's blood. Later, it was determined that he wasn't killed there, but at a secondary crime scene. It was the same warehouse where Chaz nearly killed me. That's what told me it was him. I insisted on seeing the scene and from the amount of blood – well they told me no one could live and lose so much blood."

Georgia sighed and sagged back in her chair as if the relief of telling exhausted her physically. She shook her head and said. "I don't understand. They tested the blood, and it was a match to the DNA. Are we saying that someone in the New York Crime lab screwed up or intentionally faked the results?"

"I think it's not only possible but probable," Reid said. "The picture proves he's alive. We need to find him and put an end to this."

"I want in," Georgia demanded. "I don't care about protocol or teaching. I don't care about my job at this point. I want my son back, and I want Chaz Capello in jail where he belongs. I want the mole uncovered at the NYPD."

Emily sighed, then straightened her shoulders. "No," she denied. "You're the victim of a crime."

"I'm not asking your permission," Georgia interrupted in a deadly calm tone. "I'm his mother. I will not sit back and wait for you to find him."

"Georgia," Spencer began and jerked when she turned wrathful blue eyes on him.

"NO!" She almost shouted. "Don't say it, Dr. Reid. If I must find Andy on my own, then I will. Do you understand me?"

"SSA Blue," Emily snapped. "Don't make me go to the head of your program. We appreciate your feelings but –"

"Spare me," George spat out. "Do you have children, Emily Prentiss?"

Emily shook her head, and Georgia's eye flashed. "I thought not. You have no idea what it's like to think your son is dead and then find out he's alive and living with a man who tried to kill you. I want Andy back, and I will do anything I have to do to keep that promise, even if it means I lose my badge. I'll go to the gates of Hell and back."

Georgia rose and left without another word. The team sat looking at each other in stunned disbelief until Garcia said. "Um, what do we do now."

"Garcia, we need the evidence from the original crime scene and SSA Blue's home in New York."

"Already on it," Garcia said as her fingers clattered over the keys on her laptop.

"I'm calling in a favor with the New York field office," Emily went on. "I want the evidence escorted back to Quantico by the FBI. We need to retest everything and determine if the mistake was intentional or deliberate."

"We're going to Baltimore to work the case as we would without preconceived notions. This may be the work of Chaz Capello, or it could be something else entirely."

"We need to look at the case from all angles." Rossi agreed.

Emily got to her feet. "Before we leave, I need to speak with you, Reid. In my office."

"Oh, someone's in trouble with the teacher," Rossi joked.

Reid ignored him and followed Emily. He saw her face when they entered her office, and she shut the door that he was in for a bit of a lecture.

"Reid, what's going on with you and SSA Blue?"

Spencer blinked at the blunt question even though he'd expected it. "Nothing," he said truthfully. "We met in the gym one day, and we've talked a few times in the commissary. I guess you'd say she's an acquaintance."

"Right," Emily said and sighed. "Spence. Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying to you," he said indignantly. "I answered your question with the facts."

"Yes, the facts, but not the entire truth. I have eyes, and I see the way you look at her."

Reid tensed and responded irritably. "I told you I couldn't work this case, but you insisted, Emily."

"I insisted when I thought you didn't want to work it because you know the victim, but now I'm wondering if you can be objective."

Reid let his shoulders relax, and he took in a few breaths and thought before he responded. Emily waited for him to talk. "I asked her out to dinner when we ran into each other this morning. Then we received the case. That's the whole truth."

"Did she say yes."

"Yeah, and I think she was as surprised by her response as I was when I blurted out the question."

"I'm happy for you," Emily said with a smile.

"Emily!"

"Look, Spence, I don't care about your personal life as long as it doesn't interfere. I believe that you can work this case, which is why I haven't pulled you off and given you something else to do. Don't make me regret that decision, especially after the Barnes debacle."

"That's why you told Georgia she couldn't be a part of the investigation."

"Yes, partly, but also because she is a victim. You know she can't be objective."

"I know, but I also know that if she wants to go and find her son, we can't stop her."

"I realize that," Emily said and blew out a breath. "I need your full concentration, Reid. Can you do that?"

"I promise I will maintain a professional distance." Reid stood up. "May I go back to work?"

"Yes," Emily said. "We're short on time. We're already past the point where seventy-five percent of children abducted by strangers are killed."

"Then you think it was someone other than Charles Capello."

"I'm not ready to make that determination because we need more information."

"Agreed."

"Let's find it," Emily said, and together they left to find Andy Capello and get him back to his mother.