Co-Written with Bobby Taylor, I'm sorry about the delay on this chapter. It was a little longer than I had planned, and I hated to break it up. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, they are great! You readers are very uplifting!

I tried to make the emotions seem as real as I could. I try to put myself in that situation and see how it would feel for me and how I would react or talk, but also keeping the character, I hope no one is disappointed.

The screams of young Hayley had everyone awake at 3:30 am. Her dreams had come haunting her and to her surprise, in a moment of terror, she felt someone's arms wrap around her in the darkness. She was suprised by the gesture, but eagerly accepted it. Rossi took her in his arms, he helped her stand and walked with her to the back porch swing, so she could have some privacy and the rest of the team could sleep. It was there, on the porch, they settled as she leaned into him. Rossi petted her in a fatherly like manner, "Everything's going to be okay." He said.

"No Mr. Rossi, it isn't. I have nowhere to go after here. I will be all alone." Hayley cried as she clung to his shirt, holding on to him as long as she could.

Her cries struck him hard and without thinking further about it, knowing that he had thought enough on the subject he said, "How would you like to come live with me?"

Hayley sat up from his embrace, her hair falling about her face, with her heart beating out of her chest, she mentally questioned his sincerity in the comment as she looked down at the boards, that made up the porch swing. After staring for a moment, at the weathered boards she looked back up at him and said, "Are you serious?"

"As a heartattack." He said with a smile.

"Oh, Mr. Rossi!" She said forcing herself into his embrace, "I would love to."

"Good, then it's settled." He said, as she rested back into him, reveling in the moment. It was there, on the back porch swing, two people who desperately needed each other had come together to make a family.

Meanwhile JJ had ran to the bathroom, with Reid in tow waiting outside of the bathroom door for her, while Emily fed a crying Kyra on the porch with the help of Morgan. Hotch and Garcia shared a drowsy glance after making sure everyone had someone and when they were satisfied they drifted back off to sleep.

When JJ finished expelling the contents of her stomach she opened the door to the bathroom, very pale and lent over. "JJ are you okay?" Reid asked.

It was the moment of truth, she could lie and pretend nothing is wrong, or she could come clean and talk to him, besides Hotch did say, He could look in every book that was created and never find the right words to express how he feels about you. Trusting in Hotch that Reid really did love her she grabbed his hand and said, "We need to talk." They both took a seat at the top of the stairs, JJ's heart was beating rapidly and she felt herself getting flush. She leaned into Reid, "Hold me."

"Yeah JJ, I'll hold you." Reid pulled her into him. It felt so good to have her in his arms. There in the darkness of the morning they sat silently, just taking in the moment. Then in the silence, Reid heard a few sniffles, "What is it JJ? What's wrong?"

JJ didn't look at him, but staying nestled in the side of his body she said, "I'm pregnant." She waited for him to react, she thought he would push her away, but he didn't, he didn't even say anything. She felt every breath he took, and his breathing never even changed. Maybe he didn't hear me, she thought. She waited for what seemed like an hour, but in reality on about thirty seconds. "Reid?"

"Yeah JJ?"

"Do you still love me?"

"I will always love you JJ, always."

"And the baby? What about the baby?" JJ said softly as the tears streamed down her face, more rapidly.

Reid put his hands gently on the upper part of her arms, feeling the chill bumps that seemed to cascade down them. "Are you cold?" He said gently pushing her away from him so he could see her face.

"No." In the dimness of the light, he saw her smile. "It's your touch Spence, it's nice to feel it again."

Reid smiled at her comment and continued, "JJ, I want this baby to think I'm its father. The truth is the night you were taken; I was going to ask you to be my wife." He watched as JJ seemed to break down, her frail body, shaking with every sob as she tried to stifle them. "I don't mean to make you cry. You don't have to be my wife." Reid said trying to make her feel better.

JJ started shaking her head no, "That's not it, I just hate that your night got ruined, the night you were going to ask me."

"I have you now and that's all that matters." Reid said grabbing her hands. "I have the ring in my suitcase but now seems to be a good time, what do you say?"

JJ shook her head yes and leaped the upper part of her body into his arms, "I love you Spencer Reid." She whispered.

"I love you too JJ." Reid said softly, following with a gentle kiss to her neck.

Little did they know that when they started talking, Hotch was listening down below and he heard every word. Quietly to himself he said, "Atta girl JJ." He smiled, and this time he completely drifted off to sleep.

Outside, Morgan had finished burping Kyra. Shortly thereafter she drifted off to sleep, Morgan looked at Emily and pointed to Kyra, letting her know that he was taking her inside to lay down. When he came inside, JJ and Reid were coming down the stairs. JJ offered to take Kyra so Morgan could sit with Emily. Even in the dim light Morgan could see that JJ had been crying, "Are you okay?" He asked quitely.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You go sit with Emily." JJ whispered.

Morgan gave her a second glance, just to make sure before going back outside. When his bare feet hit the roughness of the wooden porch, the night air rushed over him, having a cool, calming effect. He looked to Emily on his right, she had her elbow leaned on the arm of the rocking chair, with her head resting in it. He wanted so badly to hold her, love her, and help her through this pain, but since she has come back she seemed so distant. Just as he was about to open his mouth, and ask her if she wanted to go back to bed she spoke, cutting him off.

"Do you think I'm a bad mother?" Her voice cracked.

The sound of her voice, made him hurt, he wanted to make her hurt go away so badly, but all he could think to say was, "No baby, I don't think you're a bad mother." He said sitting down in the rocker next to her. He placed his hand on her back to rub it gently and she moved away.

"Yes I am." She said angrily.

Morgan really didn't know what to say, or how to handle these emotions she was finally expressing. He wanted her to keep talking, thinking maybe if she talked about how she was feeling, she would feel better. "Why do you think you're a bad mother? You take care of her, you feed her, you change her diapers, you put little bows in her hair…what else is there?"

Emily stood up and sat on the porch railing to face Morgan, "What else is there? That is a stupid question for a profiler." She said meaning it seriously.

Those words hit Morgan hard. She had never talked to him like that before, and to him they almost hurt. After a few seconds he shrugged it off, "Well tell me then, what else is there?"

No Emily, don't say it, play it off. If you say it, it will be true all over again, it's bad enough telling Rossi, but telling Morgan. No telling what kind of person he will think you are if you say it, not to mention all the other stuff. Emily put up her wall and shot back, "Well if you don't know, why should I tell you?" Suddenly she realized that her words were sounding harsh, but there was no backing down from what she said, or taking it back.

Morgan was getting mad, so he came up with a tactic hoping it would work. If she can dish it out, she better be able to take it. Morgan stood up, almost getting in her face, "Damn it Emily! What is it? What hurts so bad that you can't even say it?" He looked at her face and saw, there in the moonlight she was about to crack, and he didn't let up. "For once, can't you let somebody in without being so damn strong!"

Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing. She felt her emotional barriers start to crumble, piece by piece. Tears were trailing down her face, and she fought to keep her face from contorting to one that lets the tears fall freely. To keep her voice from shaking she said, "Love." It was forced from her lips, sounding loud and almost harsh as she tried to steady her voice.

"Love? What do you mean love?" Morgan asked, with a confused look on his face.

Did he have to push me? Did he have to keep talking? Why couldn't he leave me alone? At the same time I don't want him to leave me alone, I need him. I need him to love me to hold me to tell me I'm safe and that everything is going to be okay, but how can he love me? How can I let him? Should I tell him? Emily's mind was driving her crazy. It was all these thoughts; she had no answers to that made her want to give up. If she just killed herself, maybe everything would be better and everyone would be happier, she didn't know if she could live through another pregnancy, a child is a blessing, but that day a memory that would haunt her forever. Every day she re-lives the moment where she repeatedly stabbed this child's father till he was dead, how could she have his baby? She wondered if she would ever get past this. I'm a monster.

The pain was too much and as she tried to explain, she could no longer hold back her tears. "I don't know that I love Kyra, I mean how could I love her? I think I love her, but do I really love her enough? Is there always going be this barrier because I know who her father is and how she was conceived, not to mention…" She stopped and started crying a little harder, she was sure this time. It had been a few days since her and JJ talked and she knew for sure.

Morgan took a few steps closer to her, he longed to hold her in his arms and comfort her. Her sadness had spilled over into him, he didn't know how to respond or what to say. So he tried to do the only thing he knew how and that was comfort her by showing affection, but as his arms reached in her direction she leaned away from him.

"Why do you want to touch me?" She blurted, suddenly looking as if she had become angry again. She waited for him to respond and when he didn't she said, "I'm used, dirty, and for the past year me and JJ have been treated like piece of meat. Do you know how many times I lay awake at night, thinking that killing myself would be the best way out!"

Morgan knew the answer but he was going to ask anyways, "What kept you from doing it?"

That was easy, she didn't even have to think about the answer, "You and Hotch, Rossi, Reid, Garcia, and above all JJ, not to mention Ivy. I kept thinking that you would come, and pull us out of that hell, but when you showed up I didn't even know it and you were too late." Emily let herself settle back down, and she started crying again. Her hand went to her stomach, "There is something else…" Emily said, softly and again sounding as if she was sad.

"What is it?" Morgan asked holding back his own tears, feeling guilty that he had not arrived sooner.

Emily leaned a little on the railing, almost tipping herself. She thought maybe if she made herself fall, she wouldn't have to bear this child. A brief moment of bad decisions past, and she leaned back to an upright position. "I'm pregnant Derek."

"Oh baby girl." Morgan felt the tears run down his face, he turned away from her, because he was embarrassed and he didn't want her to see him cry. He wanted to hold her, but she wouldn't let him, he wanted to say he loved her, but he wasn't sure she would believe him.

He does hate me; he can't even look at me. Maybe I should have killed myself a long time ago and everything would be a whole lot better. God Derek, just look at me, please.

As if reading her mind Morgan turned around and said, "Emily I love you, I love you so much. I want to hold you, I want to touch you. You are safe with me, I will never let anything hurt you again, ever."

"But I'm hurting now."

"Yes, but in time it will pass."

"What about Kyra? Will I always be hurting, knowing that she was his child?"

"You mentioned love, and you questioned your love for her. Emily I see the way you look at her, the way you care about her, the way hold her, you have nothing but love for that child. Everything is still fresh and recent and that's why you are feeling the way you are. Would you take a bullet for her?" Morgan said bluntly.

Without questioning or thinking Emily said, "Of course."

"That is love Emily, can't you see that? Forget about who her dad is and let me be her dad." Morgan stopped himself. He was astounded by what he had just said. It was out in the open maybe he shouldn't have said it, but there was no going back. He looked in her eyes, and saw that she was just as surprised as he was about what he had said. Choosing to forego any talk about the last comment he said, "Can't you see that little girl is you. I don't see an ounce of that bastard in her, she is you Emily. She has your eyes, your hair, your skin, your smile, your personality, can't you see that? Can't you see that she is you?" Morgan looked at her waiting for a reply, when he didn't get one he said, "And this baby, you are carrying right now it's a part of you, its growing inside you and when its born, just like Kyra we will be it's family and that son of a bitch that raped you and JJ will have nothing to do with them!"

"But I can't see it Derek."

"You will Emily, don't doubt that." Morgan said more softly.

"Will you help me?" Emily said, almost as if she was pleading.

" I never not been there for you and I'm here now and here to stay. I love you Emily."

Emily slid off the railing and fell into his embrace. For the first time, it finally was beginning to feel right. He does love me. Just then Kyra's cry rang out. Emily and Morgan backed away from one another and looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Emily wiped away his tears, and Morgan wiped away hers. Morgan wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked through the screen door, and when they did the team acted as if they had been caught red handed. All of them were awake and little did Morgan and Emily know they had heard their whole conversation.

"Her crying woke us up." Hotch said, playing it off, when really he had woke back up when Emily started yelling.

"Sure." Emily said. Emily went and plopped down next to Hotch, on the couch, after making her way through the mound of covers. When she sat down, she knew exactly why Kyra was crying, everyone could smell it. Emily turned her head as she reached for her, "Shew…stinky girl." She said setting her on her lap, "We need to get you changed."

"Right here." Garcia said, lifting up her hand that had a small package of wipes and a diaper.

Morgan looked at Garcia and said, "Baby girl why don't you hand those to me. I believe it's my turn."

"Sure my love, you go right ahead." Garcia said, handing over the diaper and wipes.

Emily lifted Kyra in the air to Morgan. He took her from Emily and said, "Daddy's gotch ya, now let's go change that diaper of yours."

Daddy, now I like the sound of that. Emily thought.

In the middle of the diaper change, Rossi and Hayley came through the back door and when they walked into the living room Hayley was ecstatic, "Guess what! I'm going to live with Rossi when we go back!" At first the room was silent but then everyone started giving hugs and kisses welcoming her their family.

Rossi then patted Emily on the back as he walked around the room and said, "Well since everyone is awake how about we have an early breakfast?"

They all agreed. Moving to the kitchen, they each took on a duty of getting the dishes, setting the food out, learning how to cook, or occupying Kyra. For a brief moment, Emily and JJ stood by the pantry watching the scene unfold; never could they have been more happy than they were in this moment. They exchanged smiling glances and a few happy tears, realizing that someday they would be okay.

One more final chapter in the conclusion of this story! Let me know what you think!