A/N: I am extremely grateful for everybody who has supported this story. Since it was June 4th yesterday and June 4th is the twins birthday in this story, I decided I would all give you a nice little surprise and upload two chapters. I had a lot of fun writing the second chapter and I can't wait for you all to read them. Enjoy!

Emily breathed a sigh of relief when Clyde said that he'd be able to fly over within the next 12 hours. As much as she hated the man's guts sometimes, he really had been invaluable to her. Whether it had been looking after Madison, covering for her at work when she was away, or now, when she needed help putting away two blackmailers for good.

After sending him wishes of safety, Emily hung up and briefed Hotch of the plan.

"He's bringing my cat over with him by the way." Hotch shot Emily a confused look. "I asked him to look after the cat." She clarified.

Aaron's face morphed into an expression of understanding. He had forgotten how much of a cat person Emily was. Shaking the thought of having a cat in his apartment away, he focused his attention back on the case.

JJ walked back into the room, shoving her phone in her back pocket. "I called national security, every airport in the country has alerts on his name and passport, if he happens to arrive, we'll be the first to know."

Hotch nodded while Emily sat down in the chair. "We haven't considered the possibility that he may have another identity… He may already be here." Emily reasoned.

"But if he isn't, then someone local slipped that new letter under the door this morning, which means that one unsub had eyes on me, while Tomas had his eyes on you."

Hotch's cell phone rang, it was Penelope calling from her office. "What have you got Garcia?"

"Okay, so the more that I dig into this creep, the more creeped out I get. So basically, his school life was an absolute misery. He excelled in the maths and English departments but failed everything else. He was quite often in trouble at school, getting into petty fights with other males, stealing tests. That sort of thing. He's a geeky, weird and strange creep."

"Failing the sciences, that would mean that his chances of becoming a nurse were pretty slim then," Emily said, furrowing her brow.

"That's the weird thing… It says here that he enrolled in a summer school, learning all the science skills needed to be accepted into nursing school, and surprisingly… He passed."

"A sociopath…" Hotch said to himself. "He was able to get into that job because he had at least some sense of empathy."

"You call sending death threats empathetic?" Emily questioned raising a brow.

"It's the reason why he hasn't touched you… A psychopathic blackmailer wouldn't hesitate in hurting somebody, but a sociopathic one knows on some sense that it's wrong."

Emily sighed. "Okay… So, we know that he is a sociopath, what does that make his partner then?"

JJ rested a hand on her hip and bit the inside of her cheek. "If Fielding had hesitations sending you a letter, then someone dominating him must have convinced him to do it."

"A psychopathic partner would make sense. We have seen those sorts of partnerships before in serial killings." Emily stated.

Hotch added some keywords to the whiteboard for the second unsub. "That indicates that the sort of relationship they have is one-sided, manipulated. Fielding may be blackmailed himself for all we know." Emily and JJ nodded in agreement.

"Garcia, are you still there?" Emily asked, leaning back in the chair.

"What do you need my BFF?"

"What information is there on Fielding's family?"

"Only that he's an only child, his father died in 1990 in a bar brawl in Arizona. Mother is critically ill in a mental facility in West Virginia."

Hotch asked, "Any other traumatic events as a kid?"

"Oh, that's going to take some investigating."

"What about security footage from my apartment? Got any pictures of people entering and leaving the building?"

Garcia hummed to herself over the line. "I've isolated frames of everyone that walked in and out over the last 12 hours, I'll send over the pictures to your devices."

Hotch nodded, "Thanks, Garcia." The call ended.

"I don't know how much help his mother is going to be in a vegetative state," JJ stated.

Emily rubbed her temples frustrated. "Our only option is waiting for Fielding to come into the country." She stood up and grabbed an extra spoonful of sugar to chuck into her coffee. Her eyes were so tired, it had been difficult to sleep the previous night.

Rossi and Reid arrived back some few hours later. Hotch had called Jessica to check in on the kids and Jack who were condemned to the apartment, according to her, they were all busy watching the Harry Potter series. And no new letters had been slipped under the door.

Rossi explained to the rest of the team that, according to some of the nurses Fielding worked with, he had a fiery temper and could be very hot and cold. "That almost sounds like a mental disorder," Emily stated. "Like Bipolar."

The conversation was interrupted as a knock sounded at the door. It was the Section Chief overseeing the BAU. "Chief Hensley," Hotch announced as he glanced at the woman standing in the doorway. Emily watched on nervously. A visit from the Chief was never enjoyable, particularly when cases you investigated involved personal connections.

Glancing at her long, ebony hair and piercing green eyes, Emily felt intimidated. She skimmed the woman up and down, impressed by what looked to be 5-inch black heels, with a simple black pencil skirt and a light green blouse that matched her eyes.

"A word, Agent Hotchner." Aaron gulped, hoping that whatever she wanted to talk to him about wasn't going to cost him the case.

"Excuse me."

Aaron escorted her to his office. Her heels clicked periodically on the catwalk. He was thankful that the twins had been left at the apartment for the day. He shut the door behind them, looking her in the eye. "You are personally involved in this case, I can't have you leading this team if your judgement is clouded."

"Ma'am my judgement is not clouded at all. The team and I all must catch the people that did this."

"I'm requesting that this case be transferred to Agent Davies unit." Hotch's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't be serious… There was no way in hell that he was going to let anybody else catch the people who were doing this to his family. He wanted to kick the suckers in the balls himself and put their small asses in prison.

"We've already got a profile on the go…"

"I'm sorry if this has caused you any grief, but I will not have any agents personally involved, risking their lives to catch these unsubs."

Aaron breathed a heavy sigh and looked up to the ceiling, wondering what to tell the rest of the team. They wouldn't be thrilled about the situation. "All due respect ma'am but transferring the case to another team takes up valuable time that we simply don't have."

"Agent Hotchner…" She reprimanded in her stern voice. "Listen to me. You will be assigned another case to work on while the other team catches the people who did this. -"

"I'm not going to work on another case." He said, standing his ground. "I am either going to work this case here, or I am staying home with my kids and their mother, protecting them from any more potential threats."

Tiffany Hensley squinted her eyes at the Agent and stood there in silence for a few moments, weighing up the options. "That's what you really want to do?"

He nodded. "You know better than anyone that we will be able to bring these unsubs to justice."

"How can you be so sure? You said something similar some 10 years ago. Look how long it has been." Anger bubbled underneath his skin. The woman infuriated him, always had, always will. He knew that it was a part of her job, every section chief he had dealt with in his career questioned his abilities and decisions. It was just one of those things that came with his job that he had to endure.

He held back the temptation to scowl at her.

"It's taken over 10 years because we didn't have the evidence we needed… Now we do." He said through gritted teeth.

Tiffany's cold eyes stared right through him. "If you proceed with this case, you know the consequences that come along with it. You will be critically assessed in your job and may even be fired."

He shook his head. "I will spend the rest of my life hunting these people down if it comes down to that ma'am, whether I have this career or not-"

"Well, that's not a risk that I am willing to take, Agent. I am asking that you step down from this case effective immediately." He shook his head and raised his hands in defeat. "I will have agents assigned outside your apartment for extra security over the next few days."

Hotch sulked back to the conference room with the Chief, explaining the situation to the rest of the team. He could see clearly in Emily's eyes how disappointed and devastated she was. His heart ached for her, he wanted things to be over as much as she did.

"I don't believe this…" Emily said in the car as they drove back home. "She expects us to just sit at home and not do anything?" Ire sparkled in her voice. The rage almost made her want to scream her head off.

Aaron shrugged his shoulders and readjusted his hands on the wheel. "I tried Emily… I really did."

"Since when did she get that job? She looks like someone tugged her skinny body off a branch."

"She's been in that job for years."

"And what about this 'Agent Davies' is he capable of finding out who did this?"

"'She' and yes… We may not see eye to eye, but her team is competent." Emily quieted for a moment, resting her head against the window and sighing.

"Can't we do something, Aaron?" She said after a few moments. "Anything… I don't think I have the strength to sit at home, while these guys go around torturing us even more than they already have." Hotch glanced over at her frail body. "I just want my family to be safe…"

He nodded and focused his gaze back on the road. "We will be Emily… I can promise you that." She cast a half-smile across to him, and the rest of the trip home was spent in silence.

Both agents walked into the apartment to find Bailey and Madison sprawled out across the floor, with popcorn scattered around them, with their gazes focused on a Harry Potter movie. The curtains were shut, lights were off, leaving the room completely dark.

"Mom! Dad! Can you come and watch this movie with us?" One of the twins asked from the floor, Emily had to look at them carefully to figure out which one was which. It was difficult in the dark.

Hotch locked the door behind him and placed his belongings next to the side table. He stepped over all the blankets; small pieces of popcorn scrunched underneath his shoes. Emily grabbed a scoopful of some from the bowl, stuffing it into her mouth, letting its buttery goodness diffuse through her mouth. "Let me guess, this is the Goblet of Fire?"

Bailey nodded. "Ya-ha" Emily knelt on the ground, placing a small kiss to each of their foreheads, evoking a smile from both.

She found Hotch and Jessica in the kitchen, he was filling the kettle up with water, while Jessica sat behind the counter, fumbling with a cup in her hands. Jessica gave a warm smile to Emily as she walked into the room.

Jessica truly hadn't aged much over the past 10 years. The long curls she prominently remembered was still the same length, and she had just as much warmth as she remembered her to have. One of the relationships that were the most difficult for Emily to let go of was her relationship with Jessica. They had bonded over Haley and her death. Bonded over their love for Aaron and Jack. She had been a great friend.

Emily took a seat next to her. "Coffee?" Aaron asked her. She nodded vigorously. It was something that she was craving.

"Please."

Jessica turned to glance over at her. "I'm sorry that your case got transferred… Aaron was just telling me about it." Emily nodded and forced a small smile to Jessica. It was nice to know that Jessica still cared about her.

She felt so frustrated. So flustered. The one thing that she wanted was to just lock the guys away. And she didn't want anyone else to do it, she personally felt that it was her job. To get right into their face and kick them in the guts, making them feel every emotion that they had made her experience. Now, she couldn't do that. It gave her a sense of powerlessness and defeat.

"Yeah… Well. I guess it was inevitable." Emily replied, twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers. "Have they been okay?"

Jessica nodded and glanced at the entryway to the living room. "They have been absolute gems. I didn't realise how different Madison would be to Bailey."

Hotch felt a smirk creep through his lips as he heard his girls talking in the living room. He could hear the sad music from the movie echoing through the apartment. It still hadn't sunk in properly that his kids were all together, that the love of his life was back in his apartment after all these years. Everything felt surreal. It felt like he'd looked away for a second, and everything he had ever wanted appeared in front of him.

As the kettle boiled, he leant against the doorway to the living room, watching his girls talk and shove mountain loads of popcorn into their mouths. He felt so happy for them, and yet so upset at the same time. His heart broke as he thought about the time they had lost together. Not only had he missed out on a life with his Madison, but Madison had missed out on a life with her sister.

They wouldn't have memories of fighting with each other's toys as little kids. They wouldn't have memories of shared birthday parties. No memories of Halloween and Christmases.

The enormity of the situation weighed on his shoulders. Thankfully, at the moment, they didn't seem to be too bothered about it, but he knew that there would come a day where every emotion they had spilled out all at once.

That was what terrified him.

The water in the kettle boiled and he poured it into the cups he'd prepared with coffee. "Em… You still have sugar in yours, right?"

She nodded in response. Emily had always preferred a small teaspoon of sugar with her coffee, it gave it a kick. Aaron handed her the hot mug, closing her eyes as she smelt its aroma.

"So… How long do you think it will take for this other team to catch these guys?" Jessica asked. Hotch leant forward against the counter, resting his forearms on the surface and shrugged his shoulders.

He watched as Emily rubbed her temples, it seemed to be the last subject she wanted to talk about. "If they are in this district, then they shouldn't be too difficult to catch," Aaron stated. "But with that being said, they are dangerous. They will hurt us if they get the chance, now that the last threat has been disobeyed."

Jessica nodded; fear embedded deep in her eyes. "I hope they don't hurt you…" She spoke with a soft tremble in her voice.

"They won't have a chance to… Not if I'm around. Nobody is leaving this apartment; nobody leaves unless we are altogether." Emily nodded, feeling immense guilt and sadness creeping up on her again. She shook her head, pushing any feelings she did have away and took a sip of the coffee.

"Mom…" Emily heard a voice from the doorway. At first glance, she thought that it was Madison, but upon closer look, it was actually Bailey.

That was going to take a bit of getting used to.

"Yes, Honey?" Bailey walked over to her mother; Emily brushed a hand through Bailey's thin hair that was filled with knots. That was what happened when you had only just met your sister, you just forgot about all the jobs you needed to do to get ready in the morning, including brushing your hair.

Bailey winced as her mother tugged at a knot. "Can you come and watch the movie with us?" She asked with her big beady, dark eyes. Eyes that Emily could not resist. She tilted her head and placed a small kiss to the top of her forehead.

"Of course, baby… I'll be there in a moment." A large beam erupted from Bailey, and she galloped back into the living room. Hotch's eyes traced after her, then focused his attention again on the women in front of him when Bailey disappeared out of sight.

Jessica pushed the cup in her hands towards Hotch and stood up, brushing out the pleats and wrinkles in her long beige skirt. "I'm going to get going." Both Emily and Hotch thanked her and gave her a hug, telling her to stay safe and to be aware.

Jessica found Jack hiding in his room and gave him a hug. After trying to find her way to the front door through the labyrinth of popcorn and mountains of blankets, the twins waved her goodbye. Emily took a chance to lay on the couch on her side, resting her feet on the armrest while her head fell against a soft pillow. It smelt of Hotch. She buried her hands close to her chest as she felt her eyes fall. It would only be a matter of time before she passed out.

However, there was no chance to rest as both daughters climbed on top of her. Madison managed to wriggle behind her, resting her cold hands on the back of Emily's neck. She dramatically shuddered in response, causing laughter to rumble throughout the room from both girls. Bailey squirmed herself between the edge of the couch and her mother, meaning Emily was sandwiched between the two of them, practically inhaling Bailey's hair.

Emily couldn't help but laugh along with her little girls as they snuggled in close to her body. Madison's cold cheek made contact with her warm one, while Emily draped an arm over Bailey's body.

At that moment, Aaron walked into the living room, sitting on the other couch, watching all his girls burst into fits of laughter. It was the happiest he had seen Emily in a long time. He couldn't help but laugh along too, as the girls began tickling her on her stomach, causing all her limbs to flail in all sorts of directions.

Bailey struggled to catch her breath in between fits of laughter as she got kicked off the couch, only to jump back on Emily. "Go get… your father!" Emily desperately yelled. Aaron's eyes widened as both girls eyed him up with their devilish dark eyes. He had no chance to run as they bombarded him, their little claws for hands digging into every inch of his waist.

He couldn't for the life of himself contain his giggles. Somehow, he managed to grab onto one of the twins- he believed it was Madison- and flung her over his shoulder, causing the girl to shriek into giggles. He stood up and spun her around.

She may have been 11; however, she was still quite light. Emily watched on in happiness as her daughters interacted with their father; a huge smile on her face. In that moment she had forgotten everything that had happened between each one of them. In that moment, it was just her, Hotch and their two babies. For a moment, everything was as it should be.

They were a family.