Emily sat silently in one of the waiting chairs next to the main desk at the precinct. JJ had told her to wait until she could see her husband, and she greedily agreed. She was picking at the invisible lint on her pants when someone sat next to her. She turned her head to see a familiar face. "So, I do know you. Right?"

Hotch smiled shyly as he nodded. "You do. My name is Aaron Hotchner and I work with the agents who came to your home-"

"And took my husband."

Hotch looked at the furious look on his subordinate's face. "Uh, yes. Yes they did, but for good reasons."

"Emily Prentiss."

Hotch looked at her confused. "What about Emily Prentiss?"

She threw her hands up in defeat before laughing at his face bitterly. "You all think I'm Agent Emily Prentiss, when I'm not. My name is Clarice. I'm Clarice Doyle. Yes, I get it, I look a lot like her, but for one, I have dark red hair, not dark brown hair. Two, I guarantee I'm a bit taller than the woman. Third, I have lighter eyes than that picture and fourth I work at a youth center around the corner from here, not in the FBI."

"That picture was taken in a dark room, you know. Where the eyes are dark."

Emily looked at him and smiled slightly. "You're a wise ass."

Hotch smiled as he nodded. "Well, I'm going to have to question you anyway. It's procedure. Do you want to wait for your husband to get out or go in now?"

"I'm waiting for my husband."

Hotch nodded and sat there with her silently for the next ten minutes. They turned when her name was called and she quickly smiled at the sight of Kevin. He held out his arms, waiting for her to come to him. Emily glanced at Hotch, feeling the urge to ask him for permission, but then quickly got up and ran to Kevin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his arms around her waist and his breath against her neck. She backed up to see his face.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded before kissing her softly. "I'm fine I promise. They're getting ready for you now. Re you ready?"

Emily straightened her shoulders and nodded before kissing him once more. She looked over his shoulder to see two very sad looking agents. Derek Morgan and another man, much skinnier and a little quirky. She felt a hand on her back and she turned to see Hotch standing next to her. He led her down the hall and into an interrogation room.

Emily sat down across from a very stotic looking Aaron Hotchner.

"Please state your name."

"Clarice Doyle."

She watched him nod and write something down on a pad of paper. "Ok, Mrs. Doyle, where were you the night of August 9th? Please, if you can, describe in detail."

Emily shook her head. "I don't remember that night."

"Please tell why."

"I hit my head while at work and don't remember anything from that night. I woke up the next morning in my bed and my husband by my side."

Hotch nodded again before writing on his pad. "Alright, can you please tell me when you met your husband?"

"Four years ago."

"Where?"

"My job."

He nodded before putting down his pen and leaning back in his chair. "Now, why do you think you remember me?"

Emily crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the man across from her. "I don't know. You just seem familiar, like from my childhood or something."

"I was in your childhood."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

He nodded. "Your mother is an Ambassador and I was part of the security that looked after you. I was positioned to you for a year, then left when you went to college."

Emily just stared at him as she thought. Her mother? Security? College? "Ambassador Prentiss."

Hotch sat forward, a small smile gracing his face. "What about her?"

"She's my mother."

He nodded before walking to her side of the table. He kneeled down in front of her, looking up into her sad eyes. She shook her head. "But, my name isn't Prentiss."

"It is."

"No it isn't, I know my own name."

"If you did then you would know your name is Emily Victoria Prentiss. You were born on October 12th 1969. You work for my team with the other agents out in the hallway."

"No I don't!"

"You do! Your name is Emily Prentiss. Emily Prentiss!"

A tear fell down her cheek as she vigorously shook her head. "No, I'm not her, I'm not!"

"You need to remember!"

"But I don't!"

He looked up at her to see her staring down at him with watering eyes. He quickly grabbed her by the neck and pulled her down into a long kiss.