Hey guys I am really sorry about how long this took things got a little crazy around here, I finished exams, went on a no technology holiday with some friends, had my laptop (with the only copy of this story on it) stolen and then returned - Go Police! - and somewhere along the way I sort of lost where I was going with this story . Anyway I think I have found it again and I hope you all enjoy this new chapter. Oh and I put in a timeline just cause I was getting confused about dates and wanted to clear it up in case anyone else might be.
Timeline
Emily moves to France - 1990
Emily leaves France - May 1992
Arizona and Emily start college - September 1993
Tim Robbins Dies - June 1993
Sam and Noah born - November 1996
Sophia born - March 2010
Present - August 2011
"Em do you recognise the name Elana Schofield?" Arizona asked after having paged through a large pile of articles that had mentioned one of their names and finally come across one that had a hope of being relevant.
"No, why? Do you?" Emily looked up from her own pile of praying Arizona had found the answer. The only thing she had so far was a detailed time line of every political and social event she had endured during her time in France; pictures of her with her parents, other influential people and their eligible sons caused the brunette to snort at the memories of the ridiculous charade.
"No, but she does look a bit familiar like a blurry figure on the edges of a lot of my memories." Arizona passed the article of a brunette teenager whose body had been found behind a club in Paris on the morning that Emily and her family had left France to return to the States. "Do you recognise her?" the blonde asked.
"Yeah, like you said she seems familiar as though she was someone who was around but not someone I ever had direct contact with." Emily looked back down at the picture trying to remember anything more about the girl before she skimmed through the article 'An American teenager living on the Military base was found deceased outside a club in downtown Paris frequented by the youth of foreign servicemen and dignitaries. When asked; her father mentioned that his daughter had been in a relationship with one of the boys previously and had been out celebrating with friends on the night of 30 May 1992.' "We were there." Emily managed to croak out, "she was at the club with us the night before I left." Emily looked up at Arizona, the rest of the room fading from view as she slipped back into a memory.
"So you're going home tomorrow." The blonde teenager spoke, leaning against the bar waiting for their drinks to arrive.
"Yeah, I guess I am." The brunette responded.
"What's going on Em? Aren't you glad to be going back?" Arizona asked, frowning at her friend's lack of enthusiasm.
"I don't know. It's like I don't really know where home is anymore. I have to start over again... for my senior year Ari! I guess I'm just... I don't know, doesn't matter."
Arizona grabbed her friends arm, turning her back to look at herself, "I know it sucks babe, this time especially. But you have to remember this is probably the last time. You're going back to the States; in a year you'll have finished high school and be going to college. And then you don't have to move Em you can live wherever you want for as long as you want," Arizona looked into Emily's eyes as she spoke. She knew that their relationship was over, it was a decision they had made together before Emily had found out she would be leaving, but they would also always be important to one another. "Now stop moping and come celebrate with the time you had here before you have to go," she finished, grabbing their drinks and heading towards the group of tables their group had managed to commandeer hoping her friend would find a way out of her funk long enough to enjoy their last night.
"There she is!" the group hollered as they approached pulling Emily into the small crowd. "Now Emily we all know that as the children of diplomats and servicemen that we are forced to live a somewhat nomadic life, however that does not give you permission to forget about us in favour of whatever poor souls you find falling at your feet next. Because no matter whom you meet and befriend you will never find anyone who loves you more than us!" Tim Robbins finished his speech holding his drink in one hand while his other arm was wrapped around his sister. He knew from his own experience that most of the friendships they had now would never last, it was difficult when they moved so often to keep in contact with all of the people you left behind but he had a feeling that Emily and Arizona would find a way to always be a part of each other's lives.
"Thanks Tim." Emily said trying to hide the feelings welling behind her eyes as the Robbins siblings wrapped her up in a hug.
The group spent the rest of the night celebrating, they danced and laughed and told embarrassing stories about the things Emily had done. As her friends laughed and joked Emily looked around at the people sitting at the table, she sat on the end with Arizona and Tim on either side of her in the middle a few of her friends from school and others she didn't recognise at all. At the opposite end of the table she saw John sitting with Matt and Jean Emile, they hadn't really spoken much beyond awkward pleasantries and although they had been close once Emily knew she was unlikely to stay in contact with him or any of the others sitting at the table. The idea of having to do this all over again; figure out a new town and a new school, endure being the new kid, and finally find a few people to befriend all the while knowing that it comes with an expiration date.
When Emily glanced around the table again she noticed a girl looking at her, she seemed familiar but it took a moment for her to figure it out. She was a brunette with green eyes and she would have guessed at least a year younger than herself, it finally clicked that this was the girl Jean Emile had dated briefly before deciding that the feelings just weren't there. The girl, Elana, had stuck around afterwards as she had befriended some of the other girls in the group and spent a lot of her time with Sara, a girl from school who had once asked Emily on a date. Emily thought the young brunette's tastes might actually tend towards the fairer sex explaining her very short relationship with Jean Emile.
"She was there with us that night. She came with some of the girls from school, Sara I think." Emily looked back at Arizona, "I don't think I've ever spoken to her but she dated Jean Emile for maybe two weeks. I don't know what happened but she still hung around the group even after they broke up but stuck mostly with the girls from school. I only remember seeing her right after Tim's speech."
"Ok Garcia see what you can find about the investigation as well as the girl's family." Hotch spoke quickly.
"Yes sir." Garcia responded before beginning to type frantically.
Emily looked back down at the article, "Her father's name is Jack Schofield, and he was a Lieutenant Commander in the Navy, worked for JAG."
"Ok Reid, Rossi see if you can track him through a driver's license, naval records and any property records you can access." Hotch continued giving instructions.
In the meantime Noah knelt by his mother, lifting her chin to be able to see into her eyes, "Did you really know anything about this girl? Was there some way you were responsible for what happened to her?" He asked his voice quiet but still demanding her attention.
"No, I'm not even really sure why she was there that night other than to hang out with her friends, we never knew each other." Emily spoke, her minding flashing through her memories for a moment where she and this girl might have been more than acquaintances.
"Then stop trying to figure out what you did wrong. You got us this far mom, we all need your help to Sam and Soph home and we just made a giant leap forward... because of you."
Let me know what you think and I promise it won't be another two months before I update again
