AN: I know this chapter is a little unrealistic, but I couldn't help it. It also opens a few future doors for different chapters.

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"Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children." -Charles R. Swindoll

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Emily had been at the BAU for about two months; 8 cases and weekly lunches with Rossi had occurred in the short span of time. Ever since their first lunch Rossi had tried his best to take the new agent for lunch once a week; even if 'lunch' was a soda and snack from the vending machine. Whilst learning more about the new agent from her own mouth Rossi also had Garcia doing further research into Emily's past. Emily was also getting something out of her lunches with Rossi. Never in her life, except for Matthew, had she felt like she could open up to someone like she did with Rossi. It was very freeing to have someone she could share the ups and downs of parenting with. Today; however, would be a different, more terrifying, type of freeing of many things.

It was one of those, only happens about once a month, slow days at the BAU. Emily and Rossi were currently at the same diner as their first lunch.

"You always say you hated your childhood. Are there any memoirs you have of something you enjoyed?" Rossi asked after telling the story of his first baseball game.

"Well there's a couple from my teenage years, but my earliest happy memories are from when, I guess, I was about three. There's one in particular I've always been fond of. I use to wandered if it actually happened though. Mother says she doesn't remember it. I believe it did happen because it's always been real and not fuzzy," Emily explained in an almost rambling fashion.

Rossi took a sip of his coffee. "Feel like sharing?"

Emily nodded as she took a deep breath. She'd never shared this memory with anyone besides her mother and Matthew. "I must of been about three at the time. It was a super hot day, but the air carried a refreshing breeze. I must have been with one of my nannies Mother had hired."

"What makes you so sure?" Rossi asked.

Emily almost laughed. "I was always being pawned off to staff growing up. Sometimes I think Mother had me just for her image. Back to the memory. I'm sure it was a nanny because she had blonde hair, and she let me play in the sprinkler." Emily showed Rossi a genuine smile. "Mother would have never allowed me to run around in the water and mud. For awhile the nanny played with me in the sprinkler. She makes me laugh and spins me around like an airplane. I can still her voice saying she needed to water the flowers before we could go inside. I begged to stay in the sprinklers, and she said I could continue playing until she gets done. All I remember after that is one of the other staff members picking me up and never seeing that nanny again." Emily frowns a little as the memory ends.

Rossi had to clutch the table as Emily told the eerily familiar memory. "Do you remember anything else about the nanny?"

"I have other memories of her, but none of them take place after that. Most of them are kind of fuzzy; simple things like building forts and baking cookies. Mother use to say I just made her up because I wasn't happy with her as my mother," Emily explained.

Rossi and Erin hadn't fully discussed how to approach Emily about their suspicions, but Rossi felt like this was proof of what they already knew. Rossi had to steady his voice as he asked the next question, "Do you remember what she looked like?"

"Other than being blonde I would say she was probably a little bit shorter than you. That's all I remember. Most of my memories don't hold her face, and the couple that do it's quick and fuzzy." Emily told him.

The conversation was brought to a halt as Emily finally looked down at her phone that had been accidentally set on silent. "We have to go," Emily announced.

Rossi stood up and grabbed his coat. "What's wrong?"

"The school called me over an hour ago, and I have several missed calls and text from Mattea. Evie is sick," Emily rushed out as she dialed Mattea's number.

"Hi," Mattea whispered as she answered the phone.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get your call," Emily spoke as her and Rossi jumped in the car.

"I took care of it, don't worry." Mattea replied.

"What do you mean-" Emily was cut off.

"Sorry I have to go I'm in show choir," Mattea spoke before hanging up.

Emily looked up puzzled. "Where to?" Rossi asked.

"The office I guess, Mattea said she took care of it."

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While Rossi and Emily were getting ready to go to lunch Mattea was sitting in French when her phone decided to play the annoying tune Chloe insisted she used. After their meeting Alex had been much nicer to her excelling student. "Ms. Prentiss?" She asked neutrally.

Mattea looked up embarrassed. "It's my sister's school."

Alex stood up and held her office door open. "Students quietly read pages 25-27. We will have a quiz before class is over."

Mattea followed Alex into the office and answered her phone. Alex watched as Mattea's face flashed with many emotions. "I don't know if I'll be able to pick her up. Is their anyway she could stay in the nurses office?"

Alex gave Mattea the 'we need a few words' look and she put the school on hold. "What's wrong?" Alex asked concerned.

"My youngest sister is sick, and they can't get a hold of my mom. I'm the only other one who can pick her up right now," Mattea explained.

Alex fiddled with her hands, subconsciously running through the ASL alphabet. "I have planning next period..."

"Would you?" Mattea's face lit up.

"If you think it would be okay with your mother," Alex replied.

Mattea smiled and nodded. She held the phone back up to her ear. "A Dr. Alex Blake will be by to pick her up in about thirty minutes." Mattea listened to the other person then asked if she could speak to Elise.

"Taya?" Elise whispered.

"Hey little Em. I can't pick you up right now, so a really nice friend of mine is going to take you to Mommy's work." Mattea explained briefly.

"Password," Elise reminded her sister.

"I'll tell her. I've got to go now, but I'll see you when I get out of school." Mattea hung up and turned to Alex. "Thank you so much." Alex was shocked when Mattea hugged her. "All you have to do is pick her up, and take her to the BAU."

"I'm familiar with the agency," Alex told her.

"Elise will ask you for a password; it's Easter egg," Mattea explained.

"Easter egg, got it."

Mattea thanked Alex again. "You don't know how much this means to me."

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Alex was shocked by the small size of the child laying on the nurse's bed. "I'm Alex, Mattea's friend, I'm here to take you to your mom."

Elise looked up with sad eyes. "Password?" She requested softly.

To the amusement of Elise Alex glanced around the room and whispered in her ear, "Easter egg." Elise let out a tiny giggle. Alex turned to the nurse and spoke, "Is she good to go?"

The nurse nodded and handed Alex her book bag. "It's just a small stomach bug that's been passing through the grade. She should be fine to return by Friday."

"Thank you," Alex spoke as she took the bag. "You ready Elise?"

Elise weakly held her arms up for Alex to pick her up. Alex had to admit she was a little nervous. It had been a while since she was around small children. She'd be lying if she claimed it didn't bring up bad memories. With that thought Alex gently placed the small girl on her hip. It was evident in the way Elise snuggled into her neck she was exhausted.

The ride to the BAU went smoothly until they reached the parking garage. "Don't feel good," Elise whined for the first time.

"It's okay sweetie, we are almost there." Alex thankfully found a parking spot.

Elise; however, didn't make it out of the car before puking. With the vomiting came tears. Alex picked her up not caring she would have to change before going back to work. "It's okay."

Alex thankfully got directions to a restroom once she was through security. She managed to get both of them cleaned up, but a change of cloths was still in order. Once she made it to the BAU floor she had a problem. She scanned the bullpen but didn't see Emily. "May I help you?" A tall and muscular agent asked.

"I'm looking for Agent Prentiss," Alex replied.

"She's out on lunch. May I take a message?"

Alex didn't know what to do. She guessed she could wait. "Want Mommy," Elise whimpered.

That grabbed Erin's attention as she passed by the bullpen. "Hi," She said walking up to the pair. "Do you remember me?"

"Store," Elise replied.

Erin smiled and turned her attention to Alex. "Section Chief Erin Strauss. How may I help you?"

Elise seemed to have at least met the lady before so maybe she could help. "I told Mattea Prentiss that I would drop Elise off with their mom because she got sick at school."

Erin took a moment to think. "She's at lunch, but I can take Elise."

Alex handed Erin the bag. "She thew up in the car, but I couldn't find a change of cloths in her bag."

"I can handle it Ms. ..."

"Dr. Alex Blake," Alex introduced herself as she transferred Elise to Erin's arms.

"I'll let Agent Prentiss know you brought Elise," Erin told her.

"Thank you ma'am," Alex said as she was leaving, "bye Elise."

Erin turned to a stunned Morgan and Reid. "Dr. Reid please inform Agent Prentiss to come see me when they get back." Erin then made her way to Hotch's office to see if he had one of Jack's shirts that would fit Elise.

Morgan waited till Erin left before running to find Garcia.

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Love is staying up all night with a sick child - or a healthy adult.

David Frost