so i think this is the first time that i have updated this fast! it feels so good! i guess last chapter was kind of hash but had to be done. i promise it won't get that sad again i hope.:) anyways here's the next chapter hope you like!


Once Doyle was gone they had to talk. Emily needed Elise to understand. As she looked into her daughter's eyes she could see the confusion and the anger that was beginning to settle in. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She was on the verge of bursting as she watched her sweet little girl struggle to move across the room. She had caused her pain. The cuts on her face and the swollen bump on the side of her head were all her fault. As Elise tried to move she let out heart-breaking whimpers. Her weight putting pressure on her aching ankle forced her to limp in discomfort. Emily couldn't stand it anymore so she quickly stood up and rushed over to her daughter. She reached her arm around Elise's back and pulled the girls arm over her neck so Emily was supporting her as she hobbled around.

The way Elise reacted to her mother's help was not what Emily expected. She looked up with the same frowning expression on her face as she winced as her wound throbbed.
"Sweetie, are you okay? Let my look at this." She reached up to touch Eli's forehead but her hand was snatched out in thin air. As Emily showed her caring side the fury hit and she couldn't hold it in anymore.
"NO! You can't just try to act like you care. Stop! Just stop!" She let go of her mother and fell to the ground landing in a heap. As she hit the cold concrete she let out a loud moan. Using her hand, she raised her upper body of the floor and stared up at the terrified look on her mother's face and rolled her eyes. "I trusted you mom!" she yelled pushing herself further away as she cried. She covered her face with her hand, wiping her fingers under her eyes.

"Eli!" she said slowly and quietly as her heart shattered into million pieces.

"I thought I could trust you but you lied to me...all my life I've been living a lie?" her tone expressed her irritation as she spoke.

She knew it wouldn't be easy, that it would take a lot of convincing, but she needed to try to explain herself whether Elise would listen or not. "I wanted you to have a normal life. I didn't want your life being controlled by my mistakes; I only wanted to protect you!"

They way Elise rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her mother made Emily want to cry. "You didn't think I needed to know that my father is a terrorist?"

"I just... you never needed to know. You were so happy thinking your father was just like everyone else's. And your Father was not a terrorist!"

"Oh sorry, he was a weapons dealer. Same thing!" Elise said and rolled her eyes.

"No… Because that man out there... Ian Doyle… He will never truly be your father. By blood maybe, but a father loves his daughter, he cares about her and would do anything to protect her. He did the opposite of that. He wanted you dead."

"Well, at least he didn't abandon me and run away, leaving me scared and confused!" Elise yelled and Emily was taken aback. Had her daughter just said that? She knew it had been wrong to just leave her, but if she hadn't, Ian would have gotten to her. Though, he still got to her so it was pretty much all for nothing.

Emily didn't really know what to say to make it all better. That last thing had really struck a nerve with Emily and she was speechless. It was never hard for her to think on her feet and she always knew what to say, but Elise's angry and hurtful eyes bored right through her and told her that she wouldn't listen to anything. Emily had hurt Elise and it was unforgivable.

It seemed, though, that Elise was waiting for her mother to say something back, and would be ready to speak her mind again, but when nothing came Elise left the ground with a sigh and a groan. Emily followed her with her eyes and watched as Elise kept on banging on the door calling for Ian… No, not Ian. She didn't shout Ian's name. Between every bang on the door Emily could hear clearly that Elise, her own daughter, was calling for dad. If Emily wasn't broken, she definitely was now. Hearing that word come out of her daughter's mouth hit her hard. Harder than any kick to her stomach or fist to her jaw.
The door opened soon and Ian appeared.

"What's with all the shouting, darling?" he asked, directing his question towards his daughter, who quickly wiped away a few tears.

"I don't want to be in here anymore." She said between sobs. "I can't be near her. Can I be with you instead, daddy? Please." Ian smiled at the crying child.

"Of course, sweetie." He said and she threw herself in his was still smiling, but this time he was looking at Emily. She knew what he was thinking, hell… she was thinking it too. Elise preferred to be with her father, a man who had killed a lot of people and violated her, than being in the same room as Emily. Ian had won.


He rapped his arm around his daughter and slowly walked down the hall to another room where an old rotting table and some mish-match wooden chairs. All she wanted right now was to take a seat and get a warm loving hug, but judging on whom her father was, she was not getting that cuddle. She stumbled to the table and took a seat. They sat there in silence for a moment and both found themselves eyeing up and down each other.

''So...'' Elise started because the quietness began to frighten her. "What's going to happen now?''
He took a deep breath in and walked up behind her. Running his fingers through her long dark brown hair, he smiled down on her as he spoke. "Well darling, we can't stay here forever. We could go to a different state or maybe even a different country. You decide, it's your choice."

"Really? Are you serious?" he nodded at her as her eyes widened in happiness. "Can we go to Ireland? I've always wanted to go there. I and my mother were planning to take a vacation there because we had originally planned on going to Italy, but grand-ma is there and mom doesn't really want to see her mother right now." She smiled knowing he wouldn't disappoint her. He wanted her to think the world of him, to worship his feet. And he would do anything for that power. "So we get to be undercover and change our names and be a family? You know… You, me and mom? "She was scared that he might take her way from Emily. Yes she was mad as hell, but she still loved her mother.

He laughed quietly at her question then pulled up a chair next to Elise. "Yes of course. It will just be you, me and Emily. But I thought you were mad at her?" He had a point. They all remembered the screaming. All the terrible things she said that are now left running through Emily's head.

As she thought back to what had happened less than ten minutes ago she felt worse and worse about what she did. How she had treated her mother was wrong. Even if Emily made a mistake that hurt her doesn't mean she meant for any of this to happen. She had good reasons to have kept this secret for so long. She had to think of a reason to be mad so she invented one "She just… she doesn't think about other people sometimes. All she seems to care about is herself." That was about as far from truth as it could get. Emily would suffer through anything, even death, if it kept her family safe and Elise knew that. She wanted to cry. Now that she understood everything she felt terrible.

''I know she doesn't really care about anyone or the feelings.'' He smirked, thinking he had won her trust, but truthfully she didn't know who to trust. She felt scared and alone like always, and she didn't like it what so ever. But now, now that they were talking smack about her mother, he had crossed the line. She wanted to yell at him. To give him a piece of her mind, but she needed him to trust her and believe she would never leave.

He was opening up to her, letting her in on things he wasn't even sure about yet. He was letting her decide. She had to act fast. Ask as many questions as she could to fully understand the situation. ''You loved my mom so why are you hurting her?'' she tilted her head slightly as she spoke.

''I didn't mean to hurt her...'' of course he was lying, Elise wasn't stupid. He couldn't fool her that easily. ''I needed something from her.''
"You needed her to give you a son?" she asked. She was uncertain why, though. She didn't know why he wanted a son. Maybe because he already had a daughter or maybe because he wanted someone to teach, to raise, to grow up just like Doyle and have his life.

He wasn't ready to disclose anything about Declan to Elise so he stuck with the same answer any parent would give to their child when they don't want to tell them. "You'll find out in time, but please don't ask again."

"I guess you'll tell me when you're ready." Those weren't Elise's words. She didn't make them up right then and there. It was something she had heard many times, something that had stuck in her mind. It was the words of her mother; it was exactly what she said when she wanted someone to tell her something. It was what she always said when Elise came home from school crying, but wouldn't tell anyone why. It was what she said when the babysitter called Emily in the middle of a case, explaining how Elise refused to go to school, but would not say why. Every time she used those words to get what she wanted.

Doyle knew what his daughter was trying to do. He had heard it before and it wasn't going to work on him again. "I said you're still too young." he said firmly as he clenched his fist in rage and stormed out. Elise backed off immediately. She hit a nerve that was of limits.


"Hey Hotch." Hotch looked up from his file to see a concerned JJ standing over him. She was biting her lip slightly and her arms were crossed tight over her chest. He dropped his pen on the desk and gave her his full attention as she spoke. "Have you seen Elise lately because I don't know where she is?"

Just then the officers walked in. The male one's face was sweaty and red, and he looked like he had just attempted to run a marathon. He was huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath. They tried to hide their faces, hoping they would not be caught by JJ's wrath. It was too late though. His loud wheezing grabbed the attention of the entire precinct. They stopped as the slow tempo of tamping heels broke the silence. They were doomed!


i know everyone really wants this mad JJ thing but it's just going to be so long that i didn't think it could fit in this chapter so if you really wan to see it review! reviews mean faster updates!