Chapter 8 has been posted! This chapter will be Emily remembering a time with Garcia, not a very happy time either. It's when she comes back to the BAU, and I changed it from the show, I changed Garcia's reaction and Morgan's reaction.

Enjoy!

Meanwhile, once Reid had somehow managed to lift JJ's head, slide a pillow underneath and gotten up and left the apartment without waking JJ, Emily awoke with a start. She instinctively reached for Hotch, but when her hands touched the back of the chair she knew he was gone. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw that she was the only one in the apartment besides JJ, and that she was the only one who was awake.

With a sigh she pushed herself upright and then she got to her feet, stretching and tunneling her hands through her hair. Emily then walked over to the window, gently touching the drapes as she stared out at the moon. Another sigh escaped her lips just as a lone tear ran down her cheek. She remembered Garcia's expression the moment she walked back into the BAU after being thought dead by her closest, dearest friends.

"Everyone," Hotch said as he walked into the BAU, glancing at Rossi, Reid, Morgan and Garcia. "I know it's been tough with Seaver leaving, but I've got a few surprises. Firstly, our teamwork with the DoD on the hunt for Ian Doyle has not gone unnoticed, and now that he's dead…" He paused for some effect and then smiled, an extreme rarity, adding, "JJ's coming back."

The doors opened and a very familiar blonde walked back into the BAU, grinning at her friends. Garcia immediately hurried over to her and gave her a big hug, and then she forced herself to step back as the others hugged her.

"What's the other surprise?" Rossi asked when all the excitement had gone down. Garcia was now standing between Morgan and JJ, and she had her arms wrapped around both of her best friends.

"Well, this one will come as a much bigger shock, but...I think actions speak louder than words in this case." He waved at the doors and they opened again, only this time a different woman walked in. She was just as familiar as JJ, but this woman had dark hair, dark eyes and the face of Emily Prentiss.

"No…" Morgan whispered, and Reid's mouth dropped open. Rossi was the only one who moved, stepping forward and touching Emily's arm.

"She's real. She's really here." Rossi said in amazement, and then Emily smiled. Rossi wrapped his arms around her for a long moment, fighting back tears.

"Emily?" Reid asked quietly, and Emily walked over to him, gently poking his cheek and teasing,

"He's so life-like. And so am I, Reid, I'm alive,"

Reid just hugged her, still not being able to believe that Emily was alive. He reluctantly let go of her as she turned to Morgan. "How could you do this to us?" He asked, his hurt evident in his voice and on his face.

"Morgan, I had to, if I hadn't faked my death then Doyle would've killed me for real,"

"We could've protected you!" Morgan shouted, and he glanced at Hotch and JJ and suddenly all the pieces fell into place. "You knew. Both of you knew. I thought those looks you two have been giving each other lately were just something not important, but you knew! You knew she was alive and you kept it from us! How could you!"

"Morgan, we had to, the fewer people that knew, the better." Hotch said firmly, and Morgan demanded,

"So you don't trust us? Is that it?"

"No, Morgan, of course not," JJ said soothingly, and Emily walked up to him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

"Derek Morgan, I had no choice. Neither did Hotch or JJ. All I can promise you is that I won't do it again. The only thing JJ, Hotch and I can do is apologize. And I am so sorry that you all had to go through this. I truly am. But are you going to hang onto this or are you going to let it go and move on? Isn't having me back good enough?" Emily pleaded, and Morgan caved, wrapping his arms around her.

"Where's Garcia?" JJ asked, looking around in confusion.

"She ran out when Emily walked in," Hotch said quietly, and Emily turned around, asking,

"And you didn't go after her?"

"I'm not the one she needs right now."

Emily nodded and squared her shoulders. "Well, I'm about to get exactly what I deserve." She walked in the direction she knew Garcia had gone. It was where Garcia always went when she was distraught. Emily went straight up to the roof and found Garcia kneeling over by the edge, her face buried in her hands. "Hey PG." Emily said quietly, and Garcia suddenly froze.

"I'm not speaking to you."

That cut into Emily's heart, but she knew she deserved it. "Would it help if I said I'm sorry?"

"Are you going to mean it?"

"With all of my heart."

"Then maybe."

"I am so sorry, Penelope, but I honestly didn't see any other option. When the doctors saved my life and I woke up, I immediately demanded to be presumed dead. I never dreamed that they'd involve Hotch and JJ, knowing what kind of burden would be placed on their shoulders. Every night, Penelope, I dreamed of coming back, and I could only hope that no one would hate me for what I did, but after I listened to that voice mail you left me," She kneeled down next to Garcia, continuing, "I knew that you and the team would find Doyle. I put my faith and my trust in that, and I took myself out of the picture. Without me to worry about, you found Doyle, and now he's dead. I can stop looking over my shoulder. And for that, I will always be grateful."

"You do what you have to do for family." Garcia muttered, shaking her head.

"We both know that. So why are you crying?"

"Because I failed you! I failed the whole team!" Garcia screamed, leaping to her feet and whipping around to face Emily with misery etched across her face. "I should've searched more for you. Granted, after JJ told us you were gone I refused to believe it, and then I went home and scoured the internet for any trace of you. I searched for days, right up until your funeral, and when they put that casket in the ground, I finally forced myself to believe that you were dead. I gave up, I stopped looking and I let you go!"

"That's what I needed you to do, PG," Emily said soothingly, and Garcia shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself.

"No! What you needed was your family. We are your family, Emily, and yes I know we're not your only family, but you are a part of the BAU family. And family doesn't leave family behind! Maybe the others were more focused on finding Doyle, but I wasn't! I was barely any help to them at all! I know they brought Kevin in to do the work that I couldn't, and I know they tried to hide it from me, I'm not stupid! Maybe you needed me to let you go, but I needed you! I swore to myself I would never let anyone go, but I broke every code I believe in after your funeral! I deleted everything on my computer of you, and I basically tried to make it like you never existed. And for that, I will never forgive myself."

"There's nothing wrong with that, Penelope, it's grief, you were grieving,"

"And that's not an excuse." Garcia said flatly, drawing herself together emotionally.

"Please, PG, don't walk away, please," Emily begged, and Garcia shook her head.

"It's not you, Emily, it's me. It's cliché and I'm sorry, but it's true. I just can't."

She walked towards the door and kicked it. Both she and Emily heard the yelp of surprise coming from the person listening on the other side. "Polishing the keyhole?" Garcia said sarcastically to Morgan who had given the surprised yelp. She strode right past him and then JJ and then Hotch and then Reid and Rossi before she broke out into a full run, heading straight down as fast as she could before the others could see her fall apart.

"So I guess you heard everything," Emily sighed to the team and she walked past them without another word.

"You know, I thought Garcia was going to give Emily hell, but instead, she gave herself hell. That woman is just full of surprises, isn't she?" Morgan said, shaking his head.

A week later, Emily was about to go into Garcia's office and get on her knees to beg for her to speak to her. Instead, Garcia came tearing out of her office with her coat on and she basically kidnapped Emily from the BAU and took her back to her apartment.

"PG, are you ever going to forgive me?" Emily asked desperately as Garcia shut the door to her apartment.

"Can you ever forgive me for trying to erase you from my life?" Garcia asked in a small voice, and Emily wrapped her arms around the technical analyst.

"Of course, Garcia, I forgive you. And I am so sorry,"

"I know." Garcia said quietly, giving Emily a small smile as she popped a movie in.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?" Emily asked softly as she sat on the couch next to Garcia.

"I'm working on it. I'll let you know, okay?"

"As long as we can still be friends while you're working on it,"

"You got yourself a deal, girlfriend," Garcia said with a giggle and broke out the bottle of wine. By midnight both girls were drunk and crying over the 'Titanic'.

"Only the good die young, right GP?" Emily slurred as she raised her glass for a toast with Garcia.

"You got that right, sister. We'll both be living a very long time,"

Emily leaned her forehead against the glass and felt a few more tears drip down her face. After that night, she and Garcia had gone back to the way they were before Emily faked her death. But there was still that nagging voice in the back of Emily's head that kept telling her that Garcia would never forgive her for what she did, and that Emily couldn't forgive Garcia for not forgiving her.

"I'm sorry it took this tragedy for us to forgive each other, PG," Emily murmured, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around herself. A sob broke free from her shaking body and JJ awoke with a start.

So I know Garcia totally forgave Emily in like the first second pretty much, but I made her kinda blame herself and not forgive herself, which is something she would do. I hope you like this story so far and thanks so much for reading! The next chapter will have JJ's memory of Garcia which will be relatively hilarious.