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Emily woke up to the smell of bacon. She looked to her left and found Allyson was gone and the bed was cold. Emily slid out of bed and pulled on her black silk robe, pocketing her cell phone along the way. She wandered into the kitchen and found Allyson plating pancakes and bacon. Emily made sure to shuffle her feet as she approached, Allyson jumped slightly but smiled at her. "Morning," Allyson said as Emily wrapped around her.

"Morning" Emily said quietly as she nuzzled her lover.

"Go eat," Allyson said as she picked up a plate and offered it to her. Emily kissed Allyson's cheek and sat at the island. Watching as the blonde drank some coffee and made her own plate. Allyson sat beside Emily and picked at her food.

"You okay?" Emily questioned.

Allyson lowered her fork and looked at Emily. "I never called her. I was supposed to call Amy after she made it out of surgery, I never did." Allyson looked down at her plate and cleared her throat before looking back up. "She died saying my name, she was looking for me."

Emily nodded, "sweetheart, you forgot to call her. It happens. She was there wanting you to treat her, she didn't care that you hadn't called. She knew you were the best Copley had to offer and she wanted you to help her. Don't feel guilty about one phone call."

Allyson turned to Emily looking a bit lost. "They showed me the pictures. Someone butchered her, they wanted her to suffer."

Emily nodded, "homicide is on it, they're gonna catch who did it."

Allyson scoffed and shook her head, "yeah, they've done a bang up job so far."

"They're short a few people, and they have no leader. The BAU isn't welcome on the case, but I'm sure after what happened Hotch is getting them straightened up through the official channels." Allyson nodded and began to cut up her pancakes silently. The meal was uncomfortably silent, when both were done Allyson excused herself to the bathroom for a shower.

Emily began to clean up and do dishes. As she finished her phone began to buzz in her pocket. Without checking the caller ID she answered, "hello?"

"We're being welcomed on the case" Hotch said solemnly.

"Why?" Emily asked as she shut off the tap.

"There have been more victims. Four bodies were found posed this morning in 'The Gentlemen's Club.'"

"Why does that sound familiar?" Emily asked cautiously.

"It's where your girlfriend used to work," Hotch said carefully. "I'm calling everyone in, Garcia will send the address to your phone."

"What do I tell Allyson?" Emily asked.

"Nothing," Hotch said before hanging up.

Emily sighed and leaned against the counter. She heard Allyson shuffle from the bathroom to her bedroom, most likely forgetting to bring clean clothes with her. Emily headed for the bathroom. She grabbed some clothes along the way and barricaded herself in. She showered and dressed quickly, as she emerged, she headed into her bedroom for a quick spritz of perfume. She was surprised to find Allyson curled up talking on the phone with someone. "Hang on," Allyson said as she saw Emily. She lowered the phone and sat up on her knees as Emily spritzed herself and walked over.

"I got called in to the office, my day off has been redacted." Emily cupped Allyson's face as she explained. Allyson looked alarmed but Emily shook her head, "it's nothing big, promise."

"Okay, be safe," Allyson said quietly.

Emily smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Allyson's mouth before leaving. As she left Emily felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She ignored it and began the journey to 'The Gentlemen's Club,' unaware that her lover was planning a trip over as well.

Allyson laid down on Emily's pillow, partially burying her face in it. "Cruz will give me as much time off as I need. I owe it to her to find her killer."

"Girl, you're insane. If someone killed a girl who works at the same club you used to, what's to say they won't keep killing? And what's to say they won't go after you if you try to interfere?" Zach questioned.

"Well, someone has to do something. Besides, she died asking for me. What if she wanted to tell me who did it, or what if she knew I would know who did it?" Allyson asked.

"Or what if she was just bleeding to death and knew you would stay with her, cause you're a big softie?" Zach asked sassily. Allyson scolded him, but he continued, "sweetheart, you don't need to do this."

"Yeah I do, I couldn't be bothered to call her. One simple freakin phone call, and I couldn't be bothered. I owe her this, besides the FBI are fucking clueless."

"Does Emily know you feel that way?"

"She knows I feel that way about most of the government, not the FBI specifically."

"Mhm, and does she know you're planning on going all "iZombie" and tracking down the killer?"

"She knows I feel guilty, and she knows I blow things out of proportion, so hopefully she'll figure it out sometime after I expose whoever it was." Zach sighed deeply, Allyson continued, "if you don't want to help you don't have to."

"No no," Zach said quickly. "If I leave you alone you'll probably end up getting yourself killed."

Allyson smirked but dryly said "I appreciate your faith in me."

"Anytime, sugar. I gotta go finish up my shift. Don't be a bitch and forget about us, you gotta come visit."

Allyson smirked, "I'll come in and visit sometime, I promise."

"Good, bye bitch, see you later." With that Zach made a kissing noise and hung up. Allyson smirked and tossed her phone back on the beside table. Allyson rolled over and buried her face in the pillow that smelled so much like Emily. She smiled as she thought of Emily's level of dedication. She had stayed up for so long just to make sure Allyson was okay, there was no way that she could try and deny Emily's dedication. Every day seemed like Allyson was falling more and more in love with her. She felt better about living together, Emily had the uncanny ability to make Allyson feel completely at ease. With Emily, with their love, their living situation, and even herself. Allyson grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Emily, thanking her for coming home to her.

As Allyson hit send she heard a light knock on the door. Allyson frowned, she slid her phone into her jeans pocket. She slowly made her way to the front door and checked the peep hole. The blonde man that worked with Paul was standing outside looking annoyed. Allyson cracked the door and peered out. "Can I help you?" she asked.

He smirked, "good to see you're more cautious about who you open the door for. I'm Alex, I work with your dad. Step dad." He grimaced, "I work with Paul Strauss" he corrected.

"How can I help you?" Allyson asked.

"Paul wanted me to come over and see if you have any marks from when they took you in. He reviewed the security tapes and saw they handled you with unnecessary force. If you have any bruises we's like to get pictures for evidence."

"Come on in," Allyson said and opened the door fully.

"Thanks" Alex said as he walked in. Allyson smelled a hint of his cologne as he walked by, she smirked, it was the same one that Fitch used when they had first started dating. "Nice place" Alex commented as he looked around appreciatively.

"Thanks, it's my girlfriends place." Allyson said as she closed the door and brought him into the living room.

"Agent Prentiss, right?" Alex asked. Allyson nodded and Alex pulled out his phone. "Okay, so any bruises or marks they left while they were handling you."

Allyson lifted her sleeve and searched for the bruises she had noticed when she was changing at Pauls house. Allyson showed her arms and allowed Alex to take pictures. "I bruise really easily" Allyson said as he snapped pictures.

"Well don't tell them that if this goes to court." Allyson rolled her eyes at Alex's answer. "What about that one?" Alex asked as he nodded to Allyson's face. Allyson patted her cheek that had been pushed against the wall, Alex shook his head. "Nope, on your neck," he said and pointed to his neck.

Allyson allowed her fingers to roam on her flesh, she felt her cheeks warm as she realized that it was from Emily. "Oh that's not," Allyson cleared her throat. "That wasn't from the FBI."

Allyson flushed as Alex smirked, "well, maybe not from homicide, but it certainly was the FBI." Alex chuckled, "no worries. I'll send these to Paul, and I'll hit the road."

"Thanks" Allyson said and nodded. As Alex fiddled with his phone a question popped into Allyson's mind. "Any leads on the killer?"

Alex frowned and shook his head, "no, but I guess they found a few more bodies this morning." Allyson frowned and looked blanched, she gave him a puzzled expression and he continued. "Yeah, I don't know much, but apparently they found some bodies this morning at 'The Gentlemen's Club.' FBI's on it right now."

"What?" Allyson questioned. Alex nodded unsure of what to say, "I've got to go" Allyson said and practically flew to the door.

"They're not going to let you in" Alex said as he followed.

"I have friends that work there, I need to make sure they're okay." Allyson explained as she pulled on her sneakers, sans socks.

"So call them?" Alex suggested.

Allyson gave him a pointed look and he quickly shut up. As she exited the apartment Alex followed. Allyson grabbed his arm as he tried to pass him. "They won't let me in, but they'll let you in right?" Allyson asked.

"I don't know," Alex said.

"Well, I can't think of a better time to find out." Allyson said and gave him a hopeful look.

"No," Alex said as Allyson took his hand and pulled him down the hallway. "Paul wants me to go back to Quantico to get more information."

Allyson sighed, "fine, any tips on getting in?"

"It would probably be better if you were someone else."

"Thanks, I'll be sure to get right on it." Allyson said dryly. The duo shared an elevator, as soon as the doors opened on the ground floor both took off after a quick goodbye.

The drive was a familiar one, yet it was still uncomfortable. Anxiety raced through Allyson, she felt sweaty and nauseous, faces and names raced in her mind of her old co-workers. They were all good people, despite many peoples judgements based on their careers. As Allyson got closer to her destination she debated calling Emily and letting her know where she was headed. However, a chill ran up her spine as Allyson realized that was probably why Emily had been called in. She said she had been called into the office, not the field, so maybe she was sitting at Quantico, completely unaware of the murders?

Allyson smacked the power button on her radio and let loud music wash over her, helping to block any more thoughts. The private parking lot out back of The Gentleman's Club was fairly empty, as it usually was in the morning hours. She parked and headed around the building, frowning when she came up to police tape and a disgruntled looking officer.

"Move along please," he said as he noticed Allyson.

"Um, no." Allyson said questioningly. "My name is Allyson Pierce, I work here, I need to know who was involved last night."

"I don't think so ma'am, please move along" the officer said sounding annoyed.

Allyson pursed her lips and sighed. "Sir, I respect you, and the job you do. These people are my friends and I need to make sure everyone is okay."

As the officer opened his mouth to argue, a new voice cut in. "You can let her through" Allyson's ears practically perked up as she heard the familiar voice. The police officer stepped aside and Allyson saw JR. approaching. "Come with me," JR offered his hand. Allyson took it and crouched under the yellow tape to join him. "What are you doing here?" JR asked. His green eyes seemed concerned, since she had last seen him he had aged a little. He had frown lines, and he appeared stressed, but he still looked chiseled beneath his button up black shirt.

"I uh," Allyson faltered. "I heard a few people were murdered, I wanted to know who it was," Allyson admitted.

JR gave her a sad smile, "they just took the bodies away. It was Carly, Amber, Julie, and my father." Allyson felt fear grip her heart, the women were all friends of hers. They hadn't hung out since New Years, but that was their type of friendship. They could spend a year apart, and then the one night together it would be just like old times. JR's father however, would most likely not be missed, by anyone.

"JR, I am so sorry" Allyson said, she automatically drew him into a hug. JR held her close, and Allyson did not miss him smelling her hair. When they separated Allyson saw his eyes were brimmed with tears. "He was so proud of you," Allyson said as she cupped his cheek.

JR chuckled and shook his head, "he would yell at me for acting like a girl."

"And I would yell at him for insulting girls" Allyson said teasingly before punching him in the shoulder lightly. "He was a good man," Allyson lied.

"He was a dirtbag," JR said pointedly.

"But he was your dad," Allyson said and wrapped an arm around him to rub his back. "Can I do anything to help?" Allyson questioned.

"No, stopping by was plenty. I've got it from here," JR nodded. "I'd offer to have you come in for a drink, and a toast to everyone, but it's pretty bad in there. The FBI is in there looking around."

Allyson nodded absent mindedly until she realized what he had said. "Which division?" Allyson questioned, JR shrugged. "Is there an older Italian looking guy, smoking hot tall brunette, nerdy looking guy-"

"Yeah they're in there, and a few others." Allyson frowned, Emily had said she was being called into the office, she had lied. Or maybe she was called in, and then they got called away? Allyson tried to reason with herself while JR stared at her absolutely puzzled. "Do you want to come in?"

"No, I shouldn't. I should go check on Julie's kids and make sure they're okay."

"I think they sent a police officer to go get them from school." JR said sounding unsure.

As Allyson opened her mouth to explain why that was such a shitty thing to do, someone cut her off. "Miss Pierce," Allyson spun around and found Agent Gacy coming out of the club. "Any reason you're at my crime scene?"

"Because those people were my friends."

"So you knew who the victims were?" Gacy asked.

Allyson scoffed and sputtered, she had caught her there. "Everyone here is my friend, it wouldn't matter who died, it would have been shit either way. I just wanted to know who, and why."

"So you don't know why?" Gacy asked.

"Back off, she doesn't know anything" JR said cutting in between the blondes. "About the crime I mean," JR added as Allyson quirked a brow.

"What makes you so certain?" Gacy asked.

"I mean," JR glanced at Allyson, "it's Allyson. She wouldn't even put eye drops in the drinks of people who would stiff on tips. She's not likely to full on murder people."

Before Allyson or Gacy could comment, Rossi, Emily, and Hotch emerged, each on had a determined look on their face. Rossi and Emily's faced briefly took a surprised expression, Hotch's remained perfectly neutral. "Allyson," Emily said sounding surprised.

"Emily," Allyson greeted cooly.

"What are you doing here?" Rossi asked.

"People I used to work with get murdered and you didn't think I would come to make sure my friends were okay?" Allyson questioned.

"A lot of killers will return to their crime scenes to relive the moment." Gacy said pointedly.

"You know, you're really starting to piss me off" Allyson said angrily as she turned to Gacy.

"Is that a threat?"

"No, but would you like me to make it one?" Allyson challenged.

"Enough, Allyson, you shouldn't be behind the tape." Hotch said.

"Right well, see you later." Allyson said and turned to JR. "Call me if you need anything," with that Allyson gave JR a tight hug. She turned around, went under the tape and headed for her car.

Emily debated following, but she knew she had a job to do, and she couldn't let her personal life get mixed in with work. However it seemed that it had already happened, and it would probably continue to do so. "Allyson wait," Emily called as she followed the blonde. Allyson had already reached her car, she grabbed the handle but didn't open the car, instead she waited for Emily. "What were you doing here?" Emily asked when she reached her.

"I came to see who died. I know the girls that work here, and they're all good people" Allyson said defensively.

"Woah, no one is trying to argue that" Emily said holding up her hands.

"Oh yeah, what about Gacy, and Rossi? We're just victims in a new novel for him." Allyson said before opening her door and getting in.

Before she could close the door Emily blocked it. "Rossi feels terrible, and if he heard you say that, it would kill him. And you're not one of them anymore."

Allyson realized she had said we're instead of they're. She pursed her lips, "Emily, it doesn't matter what I am now. I was a stripper. We can dress that up, call it exotic dancing, but it is what it is. And that will always be a part of my history. So yeah, I am one of them, and that is always going to be a part of who I am." With that Allyson closed the car door, buckled up and took off. As she drove away she saw Emily rejoin the group looking a little rattled. Guilt wracked Allyson's mind, but she pushed it away, instead focusing on getting to Julie's kids.

The drive to Julie's apartment wasn't far, just across town. When she got there Allyson saw a black unmarked car outside the apartment building. Definitely a federal vehicle, Allyson parked and made her way up to Julie's apartment. When she got there two young hispanic men were standing outside her door.

"Yo'" the skinny one said as he clapped the other larger man on in the arm. "The legend returns."

"Hey Romeo," Allyson said with a smile, she looked at the other man, "hey Theo."

"So you heard?" Theo asked, his deep voice unwavering.

"I did, how are the babies?" Allyson asked.

"They're in there with Cindy and Karma. They're pretty shook up, Jemma's asking questions but Jasper's gone silent." Romeo said and shrugged, "maybe you can get him to open up?"

Allyson nodded, "I'll do my best." With that Romeo knocked on the door in a pattern that Allyson didn't recognize. A few seconds later the door opened and Cindy peered out.

"Hey you" Cindy said sweetly.

"Hey," Allyson said with a small smile as she stepped forward and embraced her friend. Cindy looked gorgeous as always, her face was plastered in heavy makeup, and her blonde hair was curled perfectly. Although the makeup was good, Cindy still had tear streaks on her face, and her eyes were puffy. Allyson notice Cindy hugged her tighter than she ever had before. As Cindy pulled back she pulled Allyson into the apartment and closed the door. "You okay?" Allyson asked.

"Julie, Amber, and Carly are dead. I'm actually pretty far from it." Cindy said and nodded to the living room, "the kids are in there with Karma."

"Thanks" Allyson said with a small nod. She walked quietly into the living room. Jemma was curled up in Karma's lap, while Jasper was seated alone on a recliner across from the couch. As soon as Jaspers gray eyes wandered up far enough to see Allyson he bolted from his spot and ran for Allyson. She leaned down and scooped him up, embracing him tightly. He cried loudly and Allyson felt tears on her neck. "It's okay," Allyson cooed as she rocked him back and forth. Jemma scrambled out of Karma's lap and wandered over before wrapping herself around Allyson's right leg. Allyson rubbed Jemma's back while giving Karma a small nod.

"Good to see you," Karma said and gave Allyson a small smile. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and stood. Allyson envied the grace and beauty that her dark skinned friend had. "I'm gonna go check on Cindy, if you need us just yell" Karma said quietly. As she got close enough to Allyson she pressed a quick kiss to her friends cheek and gave her a quick hug. Allyson bumped her head lightly against Karma's. When Karma smiled and walked away Allyson began to shuffle her way over to the couch. It was hard carrying a six year old in her arms, and having one attached to her leg.

"Jem, can you get on the couch?" Allyson asked.

Jemma peered up, her gray eyes were filled with tears, but she nodded and sat on the couch. Allyson dropped down beside her and allowed Jemma to fill the remaining spot in her lap. Allyson sat with the twins humming and rocking them back and forth for a few minutes. It wasn't until there was another coded knock on the door that the twins pulled away from Allyson. They looked at each other and faced the door. Jasper and Jemma looked back towards Allyson. "It's okay," she reassured them. Jasper and Jemma fell back into Allyson's embrace, Allyson smiled at the kids. They were fraternal twins, but they still looked so similar. Both had curly hair, Jaspers was cut shorter, and his was blonde. Jemma had even curlier, crazy hair, hers was a deep warm brown color. They both had their mothers gray eyes though, Allyson sighed as she thought of Julie. She was going to miss her babies growing up, and there was nothing Allyson could do to fix it.

"Jemma, Jasper, there's some people here who would like to talk to you," Allyson looked up as soon as Karma began to speak. Her eyes narrowed as they landed on Hotch, and Emily, both seemed surprised to see her there. Jemma and Jasper looked up, but Allyson managed to smooth her face out before they turned to her. Karma raised an eyebrow but said nothing, instead she returned to the kitchen.

"Guys, I'm gonna go to the kitchen, I'll be right there if you need anything. Okay?" Allyson asked.

"I don't want you to go," Jemma pouted. Hotch and Emily both looked at each other, neither wanted Allyson to be present.

Jasper sighed and shoved Jemma off Allyson's lap. "Jasper," Allyson said warningly catching his hand as he tried to withdraw. Jemma launched herself at Jasper but Allyson quickly caught her and sat her down on the couch.

"Ass face!" Jemma yelled to Jasper and stuck out her tongue.

"Jemma Lee!" Cindy yelled from the kitchen.

Jemma crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Jasper did the same. Allyson rolled her eyes and slid Jasper off of her lap, away from his sister. "No hitting, shoving, cussing, or being mean to each other. This is Agent Hotchner, and this is Agent Prentiss," Allyson said as she pointed to each agent.

"How do you know?" Jasper asked.

"Because we've met before" Allyson said ran her hand through his hair. "They're gonna ask you some questions, answer them if you can. If not, that's okay, I'll be right out there if you need me." Allyson pressed a quick kiss to each child's head and stood. She nodded to Hotch and Emily before leaving for the kitchen.

Karma and Cindy were leaning against a counter talking quietly. As soon as Allyson joined them Karma began her interrogation. "How did you know who they are? Are you in trouble with the feds? Have you been doing your taxes? Is Fitch coming after you for money or something?"

Allyson rolled her eyes, "Fitch is not coming after me. I've been doing my taxes, and no I'm not in trouble. Well, sort of not in trouble, I don't know." Allyson shrugged. Both girls gave her pointed looks, Allyson checked the doorway and leaned forward. "They think I had something to do with another girl being murdered. Did anyone named Amy work with you guys?" As soon as she said Amy realization dawned over both girls faces.

"Fuck," Karma swore loudly.

"Karma!" Cindy hissed.

"Well shit I though she had just gone off on a bender or something" Karma hissed back.

"Why do they think you did it?" Cindy asked.

"Because she was asking for me at Copley. I treated her there once before, all she was saying was my name, and when they asked her who did it," Allyson trained off and nodded her head.

"Fuck," Karma sighed, she pulled a pack of smokes out and lit up. "Mother fucking, cock sucking, sons of-" Karma instantly stopped as soon as Jemma flew out of the living room.

She ran to Allyson who immediately scooped her up. "Can I have some juice?" Jemma asked as she snuggled up to Allyson.

"What kind of juice?" Allyson asked as she wandered over to the fridge.

"Orange," Jemma mumbled quietly.

Allyson yanked open the fridge and quickly found small Sunny D bottles, she grabbed one and handed it to Jemma, who opened it and took a small sip. "You ready to go back?" Allyson asked. Jemma shook her head no. "Do you wanna stay out here with us for a little while?" Jemma nodded. "Okay," Allyson said and nodded.

She rejoined her friends at the counter and gave Karma a pointed look. "What?" Karma questioned, Allyson glared at the cigarette. Karma sighed and put it out, "don't become a nurse Jem."

"Why not?" Jemma asked.

"Because you lose all your fun," Karma said with a sigh.

"Ignore her, she's just jealous that I get to wear comfier shoes than she does." Allyson said when Jemma looked at her with concern.

Emily walked into the kitchen and it became silent. "Jemma, I wanna talk with you alone, would that be okay?" Emily asked.

Jemma looked to Allyson. "I trust her," Allyson said and gave a small smile.

"Okay" Jemma said and began to wriggle free. Allyson set her down and watched as she walked over to Emily. Jemma stuck out her hand and Emily immediately captured it. They wandered to the twins bedroom, Allyson kept an eye on them until they were out of sight.

"So," Cindy began. "You trust her, how much?"

Allyson blushed, "a lot," she admitted.

"Girl," Karma said pointedly. "I want details. Are FBI agents into kinky shit? Like do they use their cuffs at home?" Allyson glared at her friend, and remained silent. Karma opened her mouth to inquire further but Cindy gave her a dirty look, keeping her silent.

"So who takes the kids?" Allyson inquired quietly.

"None of us can take them, they're going to live with their grandmother in Florida." Cindy said quietly.

Allyson nodded stiffly, "when is she getting here?"

"Not sure, she said she'd call back and let us know." Cindy sighed and raked her fingers through her hair. "I don't think I can stay with the kids tonight."

"I'll stay with them," Allyson said after a brief pause. She didn't want to, but she also didn't want to leave them in custody with the state. It was a little while before Jasper and Hotch were done. Jasper emerged and wrapped himself around Allyson's leg.

"Hey bud, you okay?" Allyson questioned, Jasper looked up and nodded silently.

"Someone from social services should be arriving shortly. The kids will need to stay with the state until their grandmother can get them." Hotch said quietly.

"That's not necessary, I'll stay with them." Allyson said quickly.

"Do you have a fostering license?" Hotch asked.

"No, but if we get permission from the grandmother I can stay with them." Allyson wasn't exactly sure how true it was, but it sounded believable.

"I have one," Emily piped up from the doorway of the bedroom. "If the grandmother doesn't give you permission, I can take them."

"I wanna stay with you" Jasper said as he tightened his grip around Allyson's leg.

"We'll figure out something, I promise," Allyson assured sending him a small smile.

Allyson swept into the bullpen in a fit of rage just after nine PM. Emily was busy staring at a file on her desk, it wasn't until Spencer cleared his throat that she looked up. As soon as he nodded towards Allyson, and Emily's eyes landed on her, she stood. "Not now" Allyson said not even looking at Emily. She went up the steps and headed for her fathers office. Everyone saw Rossi look up as she entered, Allyson closed the door behind her loudly.

"I'll call you back" Rossi said gruffly before hanging up the phone.

"What did you do?" Allyson demanded.

"I did what I thought was best" Rossi said pointedly.

"You lied."

"I did not, the grandmother asked if I thought you were fit to watch the children until she arrived, and I don't."

Allyson chuckled and shook her head, "right, because you've always been so fucking smart about your own kids."

"I didn't know about you," Rossi said sharply. "And don't you ever think that if I had been involved any of this would have happened."

"Bullshit, you would have run if Erin had told you she was expecting."

"I would have stayed," Rossi lied.

"Oh my God!" Allyson laughed. "You can't even be honest with your-fucking-self!"

The door opened and Emily slid in looking concerned. "What's going on?" Emily asked.

"Dickless here told the twin's grandmothers that I was unfit to watch over them until she got here. They were just taken into state custody."

"And you think calling me names proves you a fit guardian?" Rossi asked angrily.

"I think you taking out your own insecurities on me and those kids shows just how much you know." Allyson snapped loudly.

"Allyson calm down, the kids are going to be fine." Emily said in a brisk tone.

"Yeah," Allyson agreed nodding her head. "Those kids will be fine because they're good kids, and they're smart enough to know right from wrong."

"And you think that you having them wouldn't be detrimental to that?" Rossi asked angrily.

"I made a choice and it kept me fed, clothed, and sheltered for years."

"Mostly clothed," Rossi spat angrily. "The rest of the time you were selling yourself for other peoples amusement, instead of getting a real job!"

Before Emily could react Allyson spun around and grabbed a coffee mug off the table behind her. She threw it as hard as she could, it smashed against the wall behind Rossi, leaving small glass pieces everywhere. "Just because you couldn't hack being a parent, don't put it on me. I never want to see you, or hear from you again!" With that seething message Allyson stormed out nearly hitting Hotch with the door as he approached with worry.

"Great job" Emily said to Rossi, who looked absolutely haunted by what Allyson had said. Emily breezed out past Hotch, she headed for the elevator and growled in frustration when the doors closed, sealing her off from the blonde. Emily rushed down the stairs, but she had no idea where Allyson was parked. She made her way out to the front of the building, she could just barely see Allyson's car speeding away.

"Fuck!" Emily exclaimed angrily. She rushed back inside and took the elevator back upstairs. She rushed into the bullpen and began to collect her things.

"Where are you going?" Tara asked as she walked over ready to comfort her friend.

"I've gotta find her." Emily said shaking her head.

"Okay, let us know if you need anything" Tara said with a small smile.

Spencer walked over and gave Emily a tentative hug, she gave him a grateful smile and turned to leave. "Prentiss" Hotch called unhappily. Emily groaned and turned back, he nodded her into Rossi's office, Emily dropped her bag in her seat and made her way up to the office.

"I'm gonna head out," Emily said shortly.

"We need to talk, close the door." Hotch said sounding displeased. Emily stepped in and closed the door. Hotch was leaning against Rossi's desk while Rossi sat in his chair looking pensive. "Homicide is worried you're too close to one of their suspects. You're being pulled off the case, both of you." Hotch said as he turned to Rossi.

"What?" Both exclaimed sounding shocked.

"It wasn't my choice, but it was the only way to keep the rest of this team involved. We all care about Allyson and her well being, but we need to make sure this case isn't compromised."

"Really?" Rossi asked pointedly. "When The Reaper went after your family you never stopped."

"This is different," Hotch argued. "Allyson is willingly inserting herself into this investigation."

"Well, I think her being arrested by the FBI has something to do with it as well," Emily argued back.

As Emily and Rossi both argued with Hotch Allyson laid curled up in her bed crying loudly. She cursed herself for allowing herself to get close enough to Rossi to be hurt by his words. Allyson cried for her dead friends, for the twins, and for herself. After twenty minutes she began to feel sleepy, a few minutes after that she passed out utterly exhausted. When Emily walked into the bedroom later that night Allyson stirred but didn't wake. Sergio and Marie were both curled up beside Allyson, pressed against her stomach. Emily approached her lover and saw her tear stained face. Emily sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. She was officially off the case, it was hard not to hold Allyson responsible. She was too rash, too emotional. Hotch had been allowed to stay on the case when his family was in danger, Emily was being kicked off for being too close. It wasn't fair, but life never was. Emily went to her bedroom to change into her pajama's. When she finished she debated returning to Allyson room, however space seemed to be much needed to quell the frustration in Emily. She curled up alone in her bed, hoping the next day would be better.

Hey, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I know it was a lot of dialog, a lot of new characters, and some serious angst, and I cannot wait to keep going with this part of the story. What do we think of JR? What about Rossi, and Allyson's behavior? Who do you think killed all these women? Also, if you have any songs, or bands, you think of when you read this, let me know. I'm really curious to see how everyone's views differ for this story. If you have time please leave a review, it fuels my writing. Thank you for all of your enthusiasm and support!