A/N: From now on each new chapter I will upload every Friday. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Bailey was bored. She had read through most of the books that Madi had owned within two days. They were mostly about cartoons and children's tales, but what she craved was a more sophisticated story that required reading between the lines.

"Hey, mom… Can we go shopping?" Bailey asked, walking into her mother's study. Emily glanced behind her.

"Since when have you ever wanted to go to the shops' Madison? You hardly ever buy anything."

"But mom… I really want this book that I saw as I was walking through the airport. It's called 'Beautiful Disaster'…" Bailey said, drawing out the words as if she was in a play.

"Sounds tragic…" Emily muttered before turning back to her laptop and continuing to type. Bailey stood there for a moment, furrowing her brow. What did Madi do here daily? Her mom seemed to be continually working for what seemed like all day every day.

"Please, mom…" She begged as she fell to her knees and gripped the sides of her desk. "It looks like such an interesting story."

"Madison… Can't you see that I am a little busy now? Give me another 5 minutes to finish this report."

Bailey sucked in her bottom lip and left the study to go downstairs and raid the fridge for some food. She was glad that it wasn't just her dad that forgot to go to the grocery store; her mom hardly had anything to snack on either. She grabbed a green apple and munched into it, before travelling back upstairs to her mother's study.

Emily rubbed her eyes as she heard chewing behind her, it was one of her pet peeves, hearing people eat- especially with their mouth open. "Madi, close your mouth, even the neighbours can hear it."

"Are you done yet?" She asked between bites. Emily sighed, swivelled around in her chair and crossed her arms together. Her daughter wasn't leaving her alone today, and it was hard completing a field report enough as it was let alone having a child interrupting you every 5 seconds. She raised one eyebrow and squinted her eye.

"Nope." She replied, obviously irritated. Emily cocked her head to the side. "So, you do like Green apples?"

Bailey nodded, but then realised that she meant to be acting as Madi. It was harder to stay in character than she thought. "They actually taste delicious…" A small smirk bulged from Emily, and she rolled her eyes. "So, can we go shopping, mom?"

"Granny was going to take you shopping tomorrow, remember?"

"I don't want to go shopping with Granny… I wanna go shopping with you." Bailey said stubbornly.

Emily leaned back in her chair and looked her daughter up and down. Something had changed about her, but she just couldn't seem to figure it out. The one thing that was sticking out was that she had way more energy. At least more than before camp. She also couldn't stop talking about everything, there could be an ant on the ground, and she would talk to the ant.

"So… Are we gonna go?"

Her mother shook her head slowly and motioned for her to come closer. Bailey followed and watched as Emily shut her laptop down and took a sip of her coffee. "There is someone that I would like you to meet."

"Is it one of your co-workers?"

"Well… Sort of. He's a cop. His name is Anthony, and he's coming over soon to have a coffee." Alarm bells rang in Bailey's head.

"You have a boyfriend now?" Emily snorted and shook her head.

"No… No. Never again. You know how hard it has been for me to… Connect with new people over the years. I'm trying to make friends Madi." Bailey nodded and perched herself up on her mothers' desk so that she was looking down upon her. "And… Anthony seems nice."

"Why don't you have many friends?" The question struck Emily out of the blue. She hadn't thought about it over the years. She used to have many friends, but of course, moving away so suddenly meant that she had lost them.

"I guess I don't trust easily…" Emily concluded as she twirled her cup of coffee around in her hand.

"Did you trust my dad?" She heard her mother let out a breathy sigh.

"What is it with you and all these 'dad' questions Madison?" Bailey shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips.

"I'm just curious…" Emily nodded after a moment of contemplation.

"I would be too…"

Bailey mustered a smile and chucked the apple core into the bin beside the desk. She didn't want this moment to end; she was enjoying it. Just being able to sit near her mom and ask her whatever questions she wanted to ask made her feel happy.

"Is it the reason that you broke up? Because you didn't trust him?" Emily closed her eyes tightly, trying to push away every memory that had ruined her relationship. Eventually, she shook her head.

"I trusted him with my life." Her voice was sad.

"I do too…" Bailey said without thinking. Emily gazed at her daughter oddly, blinking. She then gasped and her eyebrows raised. Fear surged through Bailey's entire body as the realisation hit. She knew that it was too late to take it back.

Emily's hands trembled as she put the mug of coffee on her desk. Her eyes were watery, breath shaky. It was like someone had pulled on her diaphragm and let all the air out of her lungs. This couldn't be. No. There couldn't have been any possible way. "Bailey?" She barely whispered.

Bailey closed her eyes tightly and nodded. Emily's lips pursed tightly together as she pulled in her long-lost daughter close to her body. It explained everything. The way that she would just eat anything- unlike her sister, who had to examine every little thing before eating it. The reason why she had been talking so much. Why she was so emotional when she arrived back home, this wasn't Madi. This was her other baby.

Emily let the dam burst as she buried her face into her daughter's hair. She couldn't stop. Memories of that dreadful day swamped her. They were memories that she had thought about every day for the last 11 years. But out of all those memories, this one was the most vivid. It was the one memory that gave her nightmares regularly.

March 2013,

Leave the country.
Take one of your daughters.
You know what will happen if you don't.

She scrunched the note up and threw it across the room in anger. Her heart raced. Her breathing was fast. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. "I can't do this…" She said to herself. "I can't…"

Scrambling across the living room through to the kitchen, she fumbled through her handbag for the burner phone that she had bought a few weeks prior. She dialled the one number she knew that would answer and waited.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

"Come on Clyde… Pick up!" Emily spat into the air impatiently. After another few seconds, Emily was about to hang up when a familiar voice answered.

"Hello, Darling."

"What took you so long?" Emily said through gritted teeth. "I need you to get me out of here. Get me out of the country. I don't care where. Anywhere but here."

"Everything okay, darling?" Emily rubbed her forehead and sighed.

"I'll explain it on the plane. Just… Get a flight out of here and don't tell anyone." Emily hung up and chucked the burner cell back into her handbag.

As the twins happily played with their toys on the floor, Emily rushed upstairs to the bedroom and grabbed a suitcase, shoving in all pieces of clothing that she could find. She placed a file with all the letters she had received carefully inside one of the pockets. She zipped it shut and then used the other suitcase to pack baby supplies in.

Tears fell from her eyes as she pondered which one… Bailey? Madison? She plopped herself down on the floor, staring at the pictures of mickey mouse and other Disney characters glued up on the wall above their cribs. "What have I done?"

After making sure that she had enough clothes, diapers, blankets and toys for the flight, Clyde arrived in the rental car. Emily shoved the suitcases in the trunk before grabbing the girls and putting each one into their car seats. Once everything was loaded, she spent a few minutes writing a letter to Hotch to explain as best she could what had happened- trying to cryptically add clues to prevent any more danger to her family.

She locked up the house for the last time and got into the passenger seat of the car.

"Drive to JJ's… Pull up a small way down the road." Clyde did as he was told and drove a few miles across to JJ's place, pulling up a few houses down.

Emily got out the car grabbed one of the twins in the car seat and walked down to JJ's house. As she walked up the steps, she took in a deep breath, knowing that it would be a while before she saw her baby again. JJ answered the door.

"Emily?"

"I'm sorry JJ that this is so out of the blue… Madison has had… Something weird has happened to her… I need to take her to the hospital to get her checked out. Can you look after Bailey until Hotch finishes work?"

JJ- surprised- took the sleeping baby in the car seat out of Emily's hands. "Of course, … I'll take care of her." Emily handed her the baby bag off her shoulder. She hated having to lie.

"Um… There's some milk powder in there if she gets hungry, there are diapers, there's clothes- "

"Emily… I've got this. Go look after Madi." She could feel the tears burning at her eyes as she glanced down at Bailey, sleeping so peacefully. She leaned down into the car seat, smoothing her hand over her soft brunette curls and placed a long kiss to her forehead. Before turning around and letting the flood break free.

Bailey gripped her mother's shoulders and rested her head in the cranny of her neck. She smelt of vanilla perfume. "It's okay mama…" Bailey whispered. She had always wanted to call her mama. Now she finally could.

Emily placed a long kiss to the top of her forehead and gently smoothed her hands over the curves of her face. She had no words. None whatsoever. She then glanced down at her neck where Madison's birthmark was. There wasn't one there. Emily closed her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face. A delighted one. She had been waiting for this moment… She just hadn't expected it to have come so soon.

She pulled her baby close to her chest and cradled her for the next fifteen minutes. Both of them were not moving, not talking. It was only the two of them together. Bailey was listening to her mother's fast heartbeat, and Emily being comforted by the warmth of her child.

"I'm so sorry my sweetheart… I'm so sorry…" She said, terribly sad. "I am so sorry for all the pain that I have caused you…" Bailey sat up.

"It's okay…" Emily furrowed her brow and shook her head.

"No… It's not." She corrected as she wiped away the mountains of droplets on her cheeks. "I love you…I hope you know that." Bailey nodded. "I have always loved you… Not a day has gone by where I haven't thought about you. Thought about how different life could have been. Thought about how happy we would all be." She paused for a moment. "That's why you were asking so many questions… You wanted to know what happened."

"Nobody told me much back in the states."

Emily smoothed circles on Bailey's back. "Listen to me… I know that you have a lot of questions. And I will answer them as honestly as I can, but…" She paused and looked out the window; the light reflected off her watery eyes.

"But what mom?"

"I can't tell you everything…" She said seriously. Bailey frowned.

"Is there a bad guy wanting to hurt us?" Emily's expression turned sombre for a moment before she nodded.

"You can catch him, right? He can't outsmart you."

"Oh, sweetheart… He has kept outsmarting me for the last 11 years. I would have come back to you if I had found him sooner, but it wasn't worth endangering ourselves." She explained as best she could. Bailey shifted her weight on Emily's lap. The cogs in her head were visibly turning from the expression on her face.

"So, he's a really bad guy…" Emily nodded. "You'll need a lot of swat men to take him down." Her mother beamed through her tears. Hotch had talked to her about the protocols at the FBI.

"Yeah, we will… So, you and your sister swapped lives?"

"Uh-huh, we met at the swimming camp in New York."

Emily raised her brows in surprise. What a coincidence. Bailey paused for a moment while she gulped. "I guess this means that you have to swap us back now…"

Emily's stomach dropped. Even though she knew that it was probably safer to switch the girls around, she couldn't bear the thought of saying goodbye to her baby again. She couldn't bear the thought of enduring pain for another 11 years.

"No." She replied simply. "I wouldn't do that to you."

Bailey breathed a sigh of relief. "But I do need to talk with your dad about what we are going to do next."

The thought of seeing him after all these years created a pit in the bottom of her stomach. She wasn't ready. She knew that the moment he saw her that it would be all about catching the person who had ruined their lives. Hotch wouldn't stand for it anymore once he knew the full story.

"Dad will help you catch him… He is a great agent." Emily smiled as she threaded her fingers through Bailey's hair.

"He is pretty good, isn't he?"

"And JJ, Spencer, Penelope and Uncle Dave."

"What about Derek?" Emily asked when she hadn't heard his name.

"He left… But we still talk to him. He has a baby named Hank." Emily's heart melted at the thought of Morgan being a father. He deserved it.

She hadn't realised how much she had missed out on until now…

Clyde had rushed over as fast as he could when Emily had mentioned what had happened over the phone. Things were going to get complicated quickly.

Bailey had gone to sleep while Emily sat down in her living room, looking for flights back to the states. She got up to let Clyde in when he knocked on the door. She noted his flustered expression as he walked in.

"I can't believe it… You okay, darling?" Emily nodded as she closed the door. Clyde followed her into the kitchen where she pulled out two glasses and took out bourbon from the top shelf.

"This is a bad idea Em… You know what is going to happen when you get back, don't you?" The sound of the bourbon hitting the glass filled the silence.

"What other choice do I have?" The tiredness in her voice shone through whilst Clyde let out a concerned breath. "Its unfair to keep them apart any longer…"

"You knew that it was going to happen one day." Emily passed him a glass.

She scoffed. "Wasn't expecting today."

"What are you worried about Em?" Even after all these years, Clyde still became uncomfortable when Emily gave him a dark glare.

"What do you think, Clyde?" She grimaced as she took a swig of the bourbon. "I am worried about my kids. I'm worried about getting another letter from 'it'. I'm worried about what everyone is going to think. I'm concerned about everything!" She snapped as quietly as possible not to wake the sleeping child upstairs.

He shouldn't have asked that question. "He's going to be furious at me for what I have done."

"Aaron?" Emily nodded. "He may be furious, but he'll understand why you did it." Clyde tried to reason with her. Emily shook her head.

"If he'd done it to me, I'd be furious as well." She took another swig. "He doesn't deserve this Clyde. He doesn't deserve any of it… I ruined his life."

"'It' ruined his life. Not you."

"Yeah well… I gave into 'it' didn't I?" There was silence.

"Why don't you just take one of the jets over?" He suggested seeing as though there was no other option. "You don't have to fly commercially. You will be safer on the jet."

"The jets are used to save people's lives…"

"You are saving your family's lives, aren't you?"

He was right. They were going to be safer on the jet. She took the last swig of bourbon in her glass and placed it gently on the bench before walking upstairs and pulling out the suitcases from her closet. Clyde tiptoed behind her.

"You sure you don't want me to come?" He asked. Emily shook her head.

"No. I'll be fine. Anyway, you need to stay here and make sure that everything is in order at work." He watched as she climbed under her bed and pulled out a box. She dumped the box into the suitcase along with some sets of clothes and other little trinkets that she wanted to take with her. "Take the cat with you and make sure that you take some of his food as well before you leave. I don't know how long I'll be gone."

Clyde nodded. "You'll keep in touch?"

"Yeah…"

"Stay safe, Em." She nodded and watched as he walked out of her room.

Once her suitcase was packed, Emily tiptoed into Madi's room where she emptied the contents of her drawers and other little keepsakes she liked into the bag. She lightly nudged Bailey, who was fast asleep. She sat up groggily with tired eyes. "Mom… What's going on?"

"I know you are tired, but you can sleep on the plane." She rubbed her eyes.

"Plane? What? Now?" Emily nodded and smoothed her hands over Bailey's back.

"Yes, honey… We are going home."

A/N: Wow... What a chapter. Let me know what you guys think, and once again thank you for all your lovely support and encouragement! It means a lot to me. Catch you all next week!