London, England –

He hadn't planned on falling in love but as he looked down on the two little boys he realized he was hopelessly in love with the little curly headed boys that had occupied the west wing for the last few years. In the beginning he purposely kept his distance leaving their care to his cousin Louise but as time passed their cries and their laughter drew him in and he was hooked. Both boys had been conceived against the will of the mothers as a part of Ian Doyle's dastardly plans to leave a living legacy in case he met an untimely end. In his line of work he knew it would be sooner rather than later.

Now as Patrick McMartin looked down into the lush garden below he realized that things happened for a reason. He'd never thought much about family and with his work, there was no time for such lofty ideas; in fact such images of love and family had been his mentor's downfall when he'd fallen in love with Lauren Reynolds.

When he'd heard of Ian's death he swore an oath to himself that he would not follow that path to sure destruction. Yet, here he stood a father by proxy to two young boys and he knew that he'd do anything even kill to protect them. He marveled at their similarities and even with two different mothers, they were the splitting image of each other.

He was well aware of Doyle's and McShae's antics and plot against Emily Prentiss. Ian had found someone as evil and wretched as himself in the good Dr. McShae and it made for a deadly combination. The young woman never stood a chance she'd been better off being brutally murdered like her former cohorts. Instead she'd been a victim of Ian's thirst for revenge and now that he was dead McMartin was left to clean up the mess and hide the secrets safely away.

He watched as the two little ones received hugs from their loving caretaker and hand in hand led into the house. He smiled and silently vowed to keep the secrets and protect the little boys, his little boys now, no matter what. They may have Doyle blood running through their veins but that was a mere technicality as far as he was concerned.

BAU Headquarters – Quantico, VA – 1 week later -

Garcia was happy that the team had made it home from their recent case. She'd missed them terribly and Derek had been difficult to deal with and she was feeling the strain on their relationship. His mind was possessed with finding his son and supporting Emily after her discharge from Lankershim. She couldn't help but notice him pulling away from her as he seemed to draw closer to Emily but she hoped that once he found where his son was buried things would return to normal.

The knock on the door pulled her from her work but she welcomed the distraction. Reid opened the door with a questioning smile and reluctantly stepped in closing the door behind him.

"Come on in, my Junior G-Man!"

"Hey Garcia."

"Hey, welcome back!"

"Thanks! So…"

Garcia turned around finally to face him. She could tell there was a purpose for his visit.

"I just wanted to stop by to see how you were doing before I headed home. Hotch has given us the rest of the day off."

"I'm doing."

She motioned for him to sit as her face turned sad. She was tired of pretending that things were okay when they were far from okay.

"I didn't see Morgan around."

"He had an appointment with the bureau shrink."

"That's a surprise."

"Yeah well Hotch won't let him come back until he talks to someone."

"Wow! I'm sure it's been pretty rough for you lately."

"Well, it hasn't been any picnic that's for sure."

She exhaled fighting the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

"I know I'm losing him Reid. He's so broken and angry…he and Emily seem to have this thing between them that I can't compete with."

"Garcia, he just needs answers and so does Emily but make no mistake, Derek loves you."

"But sometimes tragedy draws people together. They have a child together. I can't compete with that!"

"You don't have to. Just give him time. He'll straighten things out in his head."

"I hope you're right. I don't want to lose him."

Just then one of her computers sounded indicating the end of a search. Quickly she spun around and pulled herself up to the terminal. Reid quickly stood behind her at the sound of her gasp.

"I found him!"

Office of Dr. Meredith Carlisle –

"It's been a while agent; two years right?"

"Yeah."

"Last time you were here we talked about your childhood abuse and Carl Buford."

"That's right."

"As I remember, you felt you didn't need to talk about that. You had it handled, am I correct."

"I guess."

"Do you feel the same way about today's session?"

"Look Doc, let's not waste each other's time, okay? Ask me the questions, I'll tell you what you want to hear, you sign off and I can get back to work!"

Dr. Carlisle leaned against the back of her chair and silently looked at the man before her. He looked haggard and worn and on the edge of a total breakdown. She often wondered why the Bureau didn't require more visits for their agents especially those in specialty fields like the BAU. She only got them when it was almost too late to help them and then she was expected to magically put them back together in a few sessions and send them back out into the field.

"Agent Morgan, I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy this time. You're in serious trouble and I'm afraid you're going to do something that may hurt yourself or someone close to you."

"What? Are you saying I'm suicidal? Come on Doc! That's a little dramatic don't you think?"

"Agent, we both know that you and your entire team know how to get around these sessions; you designed the sessions!"

He leaned forward and ran his hands over his face he was close to surrendering to her.

"I just want to help you get through this. I'm not here to judge you or threatened your position in the bureau, quite the contrary."

"Unless you can tell me where my son is buried, I'm not sure you can help me."

"Okay, let's start there."

"What?"

"Tell me about your son."

Office of Penelope Garcia –

"Garcia, are you sure?"

"Yes, it's him! Reid, this is, him!"

"How on earth did you find him?"

"Clyde Easter was a sneaky bastard. He had everything buried pretty deep but he never thought the Oracle of all Knowing would one day be hot on his trail."

"Penelope, I see a birth certificate but how does that help us find where he's buried?"

"It doesn't."

Penelope turned to face her friend.

"Reid, he's not dead!"

"What are you talking about?"

She turned back to face the computer.

"Look, here." She pointed at the screen. "The search for a death certificate for this child came up empty."

"Maybe it wasn't filed."

"Why take the effort to file a birth certificate and not a death certificate, my young genius?"

"You're right, Garcia. Clyde was too organized to meticulous. He'd want proof of this child's existence…and his death…"

Garcia nodded wide-eyed excited as her young friend began making sense of the information before him. Then she looked closer at the document on her screen and froze.

"Oh my…"

"What?"

She continued to stare in silent disbelief.

"What Garcia! Talk to me."

"Look at the date on the certificate!"

She gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Garcia, this child…"

"…Is not Morgan's!"