A/N: Let me know what you think of this chapter. Thanks for all the support guys!

A chilling silence swept through the room as the team realized that there were at least two unsubs, maybe more. Emily shuddered as Goosebumps lined her arms. Naturally, she bit down on the tips of her fingernails in fear.

"Where are you staying tonight?" Hotch asked her after clearing his throat.

"At the hotel on 7th."

"I want you to come back to my apartment with the twins." Emily nodded in agreement, that was something she'd be willing to do. She couldn't imagine spending another moment away from the girls. "I want everyone here at 9 am sharp tomorrow morning, from now on we are investigating this case and catching the sons of bitches who have done this."

Everyone nodded and packed up all their belongings, Hotch walked out of the conference room, leaving just Emily and the rest of her old team together. She fumbled with her hands, trying to ease any awkwardness between them. "Spencer…" He whipped his head around as he stuffed some files into his shoulder bag that he still carried around after all these years. His long and curly hair touched the tips of his shoulders. "I just wanted to say that I'm so- "

"Don't apologize Emily…" She was stunned into silence. Spencer cleared his throat as his brow furrowed. "You were trying to protect your family…You still are. I would have done the same thing."

Her eyebrows raised. "You would have said all the horrible things that I said?"

He nodded. "Sometimes, Emily, you have to be mean to the people you love to protect them." The smile on his face was soft and genuine as he said that, causing them naturally to fall into a long hug. "It's good to see you again…"

She nodded with a sad smile. "I wish it wasn't under these circumstances… I've missed all you guys, so much." Her gaze fell to Rossi, JJ and Penelope across the table. "I hope you all know that I…" She paused for a moment, not knowing what to say. She ended up just shaking her head and pursing her lips together.

"We know," JJ whispered, walking over to her and resting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to the ceiling, trying to fan away the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "Go home, get some rest…"

She nodded, giving a kind smile and watched as everyone patted her on the shoulder and left the conference room, leaving her in her own thoughts.

The trip home to Hotch's apartment was incredibly quiet, Bailey was jetlagged, and her tired body was practically draped over Jack in the middle seat. The poor girl must have been so exhausted. She had been for one hell of a journey for a kid her age. Madison was on the other side of Jack, busy reading a book.

Emily sat in the passenger seat of the car, thinking. That's all she felt she did these days. She thought about the car chases she had done with Morgan down the main streets of DC. Drinking at fancy bars with JJ and Penelope, sitting out on the balcony at her old apartment listening to city life, not having a care in the world.

Those were the old days. Part of her wished she still lived in those days. She wouldn't have to worry about her babies' safety, could drink as much as she wanted, wouldn't have to continually maintain a relationship…

At the same time, it sounded like such a boring lifestyle.

As much as she hated her current situation, her most significant moment in life was becoming a mother, and she would never take it back. Bailey and Madison were such miracles to herself and Aaron. She recalled the doctors mentioning to her after the fight with Doyle how minuscule a chance it was that she could get pregnant again, then 7 months later she got the shock of her life.

They were a blessing from God.

Hotch, on the other hand, couldn't have been more aware of his surroundings, he carefully watched each car behind him in the rear-view mirror, making sure they didn't tail them back home. He also glanced back at his girls and Jack in the back.

It was a surreal sight, seeing all three of his children together and it put a small dimpled smile on his face. They were all finally reunited.

"What book are you reading?" Jack asked Madison. She flipped the cover over for him to see.

"One of Bailey's books I found."

"The Treasures of the Lost Ark. She reads that one all the time." Madison smiled.

"I can see why. it's so magical and mysterious. I like it."

Emily threw a glance back at the children. "Madison… I don't understand how you can read so easily while you're in the car. It makes me feel queasy."

"Yeah me too…" Jack said.

Madi shrugged her shoulders. Muttering, "I dunno…"

Hotch pulled into the underground parking lot of his apartment building, killing the engine. Jack nudged Bailey awake who groaned in tiredness, "Are we home?"

Emily nodded, reaching over and smoothing her hand over her knee. "Yes, my baby."

While Hotch carried the suitcases and belongings to the apartment, Emily walked hand in hand with her daughters either side of her. Bailey had her head nestled against the side of her body as they walked. "So, Jack… Last year of school in September?"

He nodded. "Yeah… I can't wait to finish." Her heartstrings pulled as she heard him speak. His voice had deepened so much over the years that he almost sounded just like Hotch.

"Why can't we finish school?" Madison piped up. Emily looked down at her.

"I thought you loved school Madi?"

She crinkled her brow together and thought for a moment. "I do, but sometimes it gets boring."

Jack scoffed. "Yeah I know right… What would you do if you could leave school?"

"Go live with our friends," Bailey announced in her tired state, causing Emily to have a chuckle to herself. Bailey reminded Emily of herself at age 11, wanting to leave home and live with her friends back in other countries.

A twinkle formed in Madi's eye. "Yeah… Our friend Abby lives in Vermont, and Savannah lives in California! I've always wanted to go to California mom, can we please go?"

Emily got trapped in her thoughts for a moment. She hadn't even considered her relationship with Aaron and where it was going, and Madison was already asking if they could all go on holiday together. "Maybe one day…"

Everyone crammed into the elevator, taking them to the fifth floor. Hotch unlocked the door, lugging the suitcases behind him. At the same time, Jack and the twins reigned free of the apartment, immediately running down to Bailey's room. Emily stood at the door, observing the place.

Everywhere she looked, there were pictures of Jack and Bailey around the apartment. She walked over to one on the side table, seeing Bailey dressed up as Jessie from Toy Story and Jack dressed as Buzz lightyear. She figured it must have been for Halloween one year. Her hands traced over their tiny faces, Jack couldn't have been any older than 10, making Bailey around 4 or 5.

Out of nowhere, came the sudden sensation to cry. Her hands started to tremble, and her mouth began to quiver. She couldn't break down. Not now. Not when Aaron was around. She didn't want to appear vulnerable to him. Somehow, she manoeuvred herself to the couch, clutching the photograph, closing her eyes and rubbing her leg softly.

Footsteps approached behind her, but she already knew who it was when the aroma of his cologne hit her nostrils.

Aaron heard her trying to slow her breathe down, and his heart ached for her. He knew that she was just processing all her emotions, but it pained him. Every time she cried, he would always try and comfort her as best he could. He sat down at the other end of the couch, not too far, but not too close either. "You okay?" He asked, concerned.

She blinked away the tears in her eyes and nodded, but then ended up shaking her head as they violently fell onto the photograph. Leaning over, she rested her face in the crevasse of her legs as her body shook with each sob. Embarrassment surged through her as she couldn't hold back her tears in front of him. He had become her weakness, the one person who could truly shatter her to pieces and yet totally fulfil her.

Hotch hesitated to reach out his hand. He wasn't sure what her reaction would be, if he touched her. She could scream at him or pull back further into her shell. He knew that's what he didn't want to happen. He wanted her to open up to him, wanted to sooth her of all her pain and sorrow. He just wanted to comfort her, not sit there and do nothing.

He slowly rested a hand on the top of her back, near her shoulders. It was the first physical touch they'd had in over 10 years. He rubbed circles gently, making sure that he stayed in one area.

He said nothing as she continued to sob. There really wasn't anything to say. It was 10 years' worth of pain, lament and torture being released.

Emily tried to slow her breathing down as she felt his warm and gentle touch on her upper back. She needed to calm down; the one thing she couldn't stand was breaking down in front of him.

Eventually, after 10 minutes of sobbing on the couch, the tears finally subsided. Her face finally came out from her shell. Her eyes squinted as she adjusted to the harsh light again. Wiping her cheeks, she looked over to see Aaron looking at her with all sorts of emotion in his eyes.

"I'm sorry…" She croaked. He shook his head.

"Don't be…" Was all he could manage to say. His hand fell to his lap as his eyes watched her wipe away the remnant tears scattering down her cheeks. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Emily sniffled and immediately shook her head, standing up and dusting off her perfectly clean clothes. "No… I… I'd rather not. Where's the bathroom?"

Aaron gave her directions to the bathroom, watching as she disappeared out of his view. His hands rubbed the back of his neck, before taking hold of the photograph Emily had been clutching as she sobbed. Every picture he'd ever had of Jack and Bailey he had framed somewhere in the apartment. He did have photos of Madison and Bailey tucked away in a box somewhere in storage from when they were little, it had been too painful to look at them again though.

His thoughts were interrupted as Bailey and Madison paraded into the living room. "Dad?" Bailey asked. He whipped his head around to see the two girls covered in some of the jewellery that Penelope had gotten them. "Can Madi sleep in my room tonight?"

Aaron nodded as a small smile passed over his face. "I don't see why not… I'll go into the storage cupboard to find a mattress."

"No dad, the bed is big enough for us both to sleep in…" Bailey argued.

"Bailey, my girl, you sleep like a starfish. Your sister will murder you in your sleep." He argued back, causing a small giggle to emerge from Madi.

Madi added, "That's true… You do move around a lot too." Remembering the night of having to share a tent with her. Bailey rolled her eyes.

"Fine…" She relented.

Aaron fumbled through the cupboard, trying to search for the fold-out mattress for Madison. After setting it up in Bailey's room, the girls began to pillow fight like madmen, evoking laughter throughout the apartment.

He couldn't help but smile, his dimples protruding into his cheeks. He travelled to the living room, finding Emily out of the bathroom, sitting on the couch, with her nose in a book. "Funny… For someone so tired, she has a lot of energy." She said, referring to Bailey, who was screaming with laughter down the hall.

Aaron scoffed and sat down at the other end of the couch, resting his hands over the back of his head. "She's always been like that. Box of birds…"

There was a silence. Emily closed the book and placed it on the side table. Her eyes glanced over to her old partner; his eyes glued to nowhere in particular. As if he knew what she was thinking, he said, "We'll catch them Em."

She shook her head and leaned it against her hand. "If only I had told you a decade ago… I wonder how different things would have been."

He nodded slowly, "Part of me wished you had." She closed her eyes, feeling guilt creeping up her back again. "But I understand why now…" He continued.

"Would you have done the same thing?" He crossed his arms and thought long and hard for a few minutes, just staring into space until he finally muttered,

"This is the thing; I want so badly to be mad at you. I want to blame everything that's happened to you, but I can't." He said hopelessly. "Because I know that your intentions were to protect our family." Emily nodded, listening to every word. "Any anger I have is towards the people who have done this."

She brushed a strand of hair out of her face before whispering, "I keep thinking to myself, how much more could I have done? How could I have outsmarted these lunatics? How could I solve this once and for all?" She laughed to herself. "And then our 11-year-old daughters, who don't know each other, manage to somehow swap lives and bring us all together again…"

Aaron bit the inside of his cheeks, trying to keep all his emotions in check as he thought about his daughters reunited. Emily continued, "I guess what I'm trying to say is…" She gulped. "I wish I hadn't left. I wish back then I could have chosen a better option."

He nodded as he watched the woman at the other end of the couch, trying to blink away her pain. "I think any mother as devoted as you would have done the same if it meant us all being alive…"

She disclosed a sad smile and slowly shook her head. "I don't feel like a devoted mother, Aaron… I feel like the worst mother in the world." With that, she stood up and walked down to the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind her and mentally preparing herself for another round of tears.

"We've got another letter…" Aaron announced as he and Emily walked into the conference room. He dumped the letter in the evidence bag on the table.

"You've broken the contract, now you will pay." Spencer readout. "Hey, Emily, when was the last letter sent to you?"

She closed her eyes, trying to remember. "Right after I arrived in London, making it nine years ago roughly."

"What are you thinking, Reid?" Hotch asked.

He squinted his eyes, studying the other letters on the board. "It just seems odd to me that they haven't sent a letter for nine years, I mean unsubs so obsessed with you, love to make themselves known every day."

Emily nodded, stroking her chin with her index finger. "So, what happened with these unsubs?"

"They had to have known where you went, I mean they sent you a letter in London," JJ stated.

"If they knew where I lived, why didn't they come after me?"

Hotch furrowed his brow. "Seeing you in pain from the separation was obviously enough for them."

"That would mean hours and hours of surveillance, though. There is something that we are missing here…" Rossi said flustered, scribbling notes on the whiteboard. "Blackmailers and stalkers wouldn't just walk away from torture. They are the sorts of people that thrive on it. These people had to have been in contact with you if they weren't sending you letters."

Emily tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "You mean that I have potentially been talking to my blackmailers every day for the last 10 years without knowing?" She asked incredulously.

Hotch chucked a notepad across the table to Emily and a pen. "Write down every single name you can think of who you've been in contact with."

She scoffed and shook her head. "You've got to be kidding me."

"It's our only option of finding these guys." He replied. "Garcia were you able to track down the medical personnel who were working at the hospital the night Emily had her accident?"

She typed vigorously on the keyboard. "It took some doing, but yes. I was able to find out the paramedics who treated Emily that night. ER personnel were a little more difficult, but I narrowed down the names."

"What about the surgeon?" Spencer inquired.

"The surgeon died of a heart attack seven years ago."

Rossi nodded. "That eliminates the surgeon."

Penelope uploaded the names and profiles onto the television screen. "Are you able to trace where they have lived in the past 10 years?" Hotch asked.

"I'll work my magic…" Her eyebrows raised, and her body shuddered. "Oh…"

"What?" Hotch asked impatiently.

"One guy… Tomas Fielding. He worked in the intensive care unit after Emily came out of surgery. He moved to London at almost the same time as Emily left."

A mugshot of a scratchy man appeared on the screen. He had cold and dark blue eyes, jet black greasy hair with a small scar near the top of his scalp. "You recognize him?" Rossi asked Emily, who shook her head in response.

"He worked as a nurse?" She asked in disbelief.

"He was fired from his job, after- get this- inappropriate contact with a patient," Penelope stated as she read through his file. "After moving to London, he managed to secure a job as a janitor… Oh no…"

Emily looked up from the notepad, her eyes widening. "Penelope?" She asked nervously.

"A janitor who has connections at Interpol."

Memories of sitting at her office late at night suddenly flooded back. She gasped, and her mouth flew open. "Emily?" JJ asked.

"He was wearing a disguise! That's why I couldn't recognize him… I remember now."

"What about his behaviour?" Hotch asked.

She blinked intensely as she recovered her memories. "Lots of small talk, he would hang around for ages after everyone else in the office went home." She cursed herself for not noticing sooner. "To think that he went through all of my personal items… He knows everything about me."

"He would have noticed that you left…" Rossi clarified.

Hotch crossed his arms, "Penelope, has he entered the United States in the past few days?"

"There's no evidence that he has…"

"JJ, call border security and tell them to detain Tomas Fielding if he happens to arrive." JJ nodded and left the room, making a phone call. "Garcia, I want you to dig through every single moment of Fielding's life. Rossi and Reid, I want you to interview some of the nurses that knew him back in 2011. Emily, I want you to make a phone call to Clyde. Tell him to come over asap. We need to find out who this other unsub is…"

A/N: I had lots of fun writing this chapter, hopefully, some of the questions you may have had about the situation or the blackmailers have been answered, if not they will be in the next few chapters.

Please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter. Thanks again, guys!