Will, Henry, Jessica, and Jack arrive in Orlando with surprising results. Meanwhile, back in England, Em comes clean about her past to Dave who makes her take the ultimate vow.

Innocence Lost

Will held on to Henry's small hand as he tried to grab the luggage.

"Daddy!" Henry pointed excitedly at the pictures adorning the walls of the lobby. "It's Mickey!" He bounced up and down. "It's Mickey!"

"I know, son."

"Let's go see him!" Henry tugged on his father's hand.

"Not right now. We have to get checked in. Then you need a nap."

"Not tired!" Henry pouted. "Wanna see Mickey!"

"Calm down, mon lapin," Will said as he wheeled the suitcase behind. "We will see everything."

"I don't see Mommy," Henry complained as he looked around. His eyes filled with tears.

"Your maman is busy at work trying to get the bad guys," Will comforted but his tone was exasperated.

Henry's lip pouted. "I want her here."

"Me too, mon fils. Let's get check in." Dragging his son and the luggage to the front desk, Will waited while the concierge confirmed the reservation and handed him a packet.

"If there is anything we can do for you, Mr. LaMontange, let us know."

"Merci." Grabbing the packet, Will called for Henry.

"Daddy! Jack is here!" Before Will could stop him, Henry ran for the little boy he considered his best friend. "Jack!" Henry hugged the other boy tightly.

"Hey!" Jack complained.

Henry looked up at the woman standing beside his friend. "Are you Jack's mommy?" he asked wide-eyed.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Smiling tightly, Jessica scanned the little boy who was the son of Jennifer Jareau. Not much different than Aaron Hotchner, she mused. Except JJ's ex is still alive.

"I'm Jessica, Jack's aunt. You must be Henry," she replied.

"That's my daddy," Henry replied, pointing to the average looking Cajun.

Jessica scanned the man from head to toe. Not quite what she expected Jennifer to choose to father her child, but then again, she had had the same reservations when Haley had brought home Aaron. Oh, she thought amusingly, this could get interesting.

Extending her hand graciously, Jessica shook Will's. The surge of electricity was not lost on either adult.

"I'm Jessica."

"Will. JJ said you would be here. She didn't say how beautiful you would be."

"Charming. What are you doing for dinner?" Jessica asked, her cheeks flushing softly.

"Depends…are you asking or inviting?" Will asked cautiously.

"Inviting."

"Chaperoned?"

"Of course."

"Six?"

"Meet you here in the lobby," Will offered.

"We'll be here." Jessica turned to Jack. "Come on. We need to unpack."

"Bye Jack!" Henry called out.

"Bye Henry."

Henry turned to Will. "Can I play with Jack?"

Will watched at the pair entered the elevator and the door closed. "Later, mon fils. Later." Snapping back, he grabbed their luggage. "Let's go to our room."
*******

Em lay with her head resting on Dave's chest. Closing her eyes, she listened to his heavy heart beat and relaxed as his hands stroked her hair.

"What are you thinking, Tesoro?" Dave asked.

"I don't know."

"Tell me," Dave encouraged.

Em took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm thinking how you must hate me."

Dave continued stroking Em's soft black locks. "What do you mean?"

"Getting you involved in all of this."

"I don't hate you, Em."

"Sure."

"I'm disappointed, but I don't hate you," Dave affirmed.

"Even knowing what you know about my involvement with Doyle?" she asked softly.

"All I know is what Interpol released."

"Aren't you curious?"

Dave shrugged. "That was in your past. It may have made you who you were then, but the Emily Prentiss I know couldn't be Lauren Reynolds." Outside the wind blew fiercely as heavy rain drops pounded out a tattoo on the roof.

"Did you love him?" Dave asked softly.

Em held her breath. "Who?" she asked stupidly.

"Doyle. Did you love him?"

"I think I did, but I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"I was supposed to be playing a role. I wasn't supposed to 'fall in love'," Em admitted.

"You can't control who you fall in love with," Dave sympathized. "I should know. I should have known about two of my wives, but I was caught up in the moment."

"But were you ordered to sleep with your ex wives?" Em commented bitterly. "Even when it went against every bit of common sense you had?"

"We all get caught up in the moment. But you're avoiding my question: Did you love him?"

"No. I was infatuated with his power, and I admired his parenting, but I didn't love him."

"When did you know?"

"When he asked me to marry him to be a mother to his son. He didn't love me; he wanted a permanent babysitter so he could go away and do his terrorism without feeling like he had abandoned Declyn."

Dave's arm tightened around her waist to draw her closer. "Because you know what it's like to be abandoned," he stated simply. He still remembered their talk at the burned out building where Em had confided her deep dark secret. He remembered watching her face as he profiled her. It had struck him that it wasn't so much the abortion that had scarred her, but the sense that she had been abandoned by those she had loved and trusted.

"Doyle had a choice to be a father or a criminal. If he had such disregard for his flesh and blood, I was nothing to him. After that, I had to force myself to sleep with him."

"Even after you took his ring," Dave surmised.

"I had to," Em confessed. Her eyes filled with tears. "Interpol told me to keep going along with the façade because they didn't have enough evidence on him. So, every night for six more months, I had to pretend to be the faithful fiancée and submit. I think the thing Doyle like about me was that I was always taking a shower."

"You were trying to wash his scent off," Dave observed. His hand lovingly stroked Em's back.

"It was worse than rape…on many levels. At least with rape, it's usually unplanned and you don't expect it. But this…" Em swallowed hard. "This," she continued in a shaky voice, "was ordered by government bureaucrats." She wiped away stray tears. "I should have left."

"You couldn't."

"I could have tried."

"But you would have left that boy behind. He would have been killed when they grabbed Doyle," Dave contradicted.

"I did try to run. Once."

"What happened?"

"Doyle told me that if I tried again, he would personally rip my heart out. Especially when…" Em tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her. "When…"

"When you found out you were pregnant," Dave finished.

"Yes," Em sobbed openly. She let her tears fall on Dave's chest as her body shook from the grief she had held in for so many years.

Wise from years of being a profiler and being raised around women, Dave held Em close and held his tongue. Nothing he said could right the past and nothing he said was going to change the present. It was something Em was going to have to come to an understanding with if they were to move on and defeat Doyle.

Em's sobs filled the quiet room for a few minutes. Wiping her cheeks, she took a shuddered breath.

"Feel better?" Dave asked.

"I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," he replied. "You aren't the first woman to break down in my arms."

"I don't break down," Em argued.

"I think the tears on my chest state the contrary." Lifting Em's head, Dave looked into her eyes. "What happened to the baby?"

"I lost it."

"How?"

Em shook her head. "Not like that!"

"I know you didn't."

"I wanted the baby. It wasn't guilty for its father's sins. And I figured by the time I started showing, Interpol would have me out of there."

"Did Doyle…?" Dave felt his anger rise.

Em shook her head. "No. He wanted the baby too. He would have never done anything to harm it. It was when Interpol came and grabbed me from the chateau…they were trying to make it look like I had been apprehended for questioning. I didn't know they had grabbed Declyn too. That was when the stage was set to make it look like we had been killed.

"Maybe it was the stress or…maybe God thought a child born of a terrorist and a con artist would have had too much of a burden in life to deal with…but I miscarried about two months after leaving Doyle."

"I'm sorry." And Dave truly was.

"I wasn't," Em confessed. "It made it that much easier to shed Lauren Reynolds. I went on to Chicago, then the BAU. I moved on."

"Do you regret it?" Dave wondered a loud.

Em lifted her shoulder slightly. "I don't know. It was a job and I got too involved."

"This explains your ability to compartmentalize."

"I guess."

Em laid her head back down on Dave's chest and closed her eyes. It had been so long since anyone had listened to her side. It had been even longer since anyone had offered unconditional support. Actually, Dave had been the only person to do any of the above. And now he was the one beside her in her time of need. Was it fate or irony?

"Can you kill him?" Dave asked, his voice breaking through Em's thoughts.

"Yes." There was no hesitation. "He wants to kill my friends and he wants to find Declyn. When he does that, he will kill anyone who wants to protect that little boy. And when he gets Declyn in his clutches, he will raise another terrorist. I won't let that happen."

"And I will be there to help you."

Em raised herself on her elbows. "Dave, I can't let you."

Dave stroked her cheek with his finger. "Tesoro, you don't have a choice. You have me for life."

Em bit her lip. "If something were to happen…"

"If it does, it's God's will. But you can't face this mad man by yourself and there is no way we can get reinforcements in time. I have a feeling that when he strikes, he's going to go for your jugular." Dave cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. "When he does, whatever you do, don't choose me to save."

"Dave…" Em started but was cut off as Dave rolled her over and settled between her thighs.

"Promise me," he whispered as his mouth moved over Em's skin.

"I promise."

Between Dave's kisses and love-making, Em lost herself in the moment.