AN: I'm sorry if there's a lot of mistakes. It's late, but I wanted to get this up.

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"Two things I've learned: 1) you simply cannot change someone's mind on certain issues and 2) some issues are so important you cannot stop trying to."
― J.S.B. Morse

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Erin carried, a now clean, Elise up to her office. "Name?" Elise whispered as her eyes struggled to stay open.

"Erin," Strauss replied.

"E too," Elise stated with a sleepy grin.

Erin beamed. "Yes, my name starts with an E too."

Elise yawned. "Tired."

"We're almost there," Erin told her as she opened her door.

With extra care Erin laid Elsie down on the couch. "Do you want a blanket?"

Elise shook her head and curled up into a ball. Erin watched as Elise's eyes fluttered shut. Elise was almost a carbon copy of Evie, but Elise's blue eyes were their deferring factor. Erin sat down at her desk with paper work in mind. She didn't make it through the first file before finding herself watching Elise.

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Morgan's head shot up when a frantic Emily walked into the bullpen. "Has anyone been here-"

Morgan cut her off. "Strauss said she needs to see you in her office."

Emily turned to Rossi. "Come on," Rossi spoke leading Emily up to the office.

When they entered the office Erin was sitting on the couch humming as Elise curled up in her lap. Emily was instantly hit with a flood of memoirs. Erin looked up and paused her humming. "Dr. Blake dropped her off, so I offered to watch her."

Emily was speechless. Rossi spoke up, "You could of called me."

"It's just a little stomach bug. If it was more serious and she wasn't sleeping I was would of called." Erin told him. Emily wordlessly walked over to the couch and held her hand against Elise's forehead. "I checked her temperature after I got her cleaned up; it was barely a hundred."

Emily numbly nodded and lifted the slumbering child up. "Thank you," She whispered. Emily was avoiding eye contact.

"You're welcome," Erin stood up, "I have already spoken to Agent Hotchner, and you are free to take Elise home for the afternoon."

Emily gave a small smile and nod as she left the room. Once the door was shut Emily allowed the emotions to hit her. The same tune had been the background of her life since as long as she remembered. Today had been the first time she had heard it from another person.

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Rossi walked over to Erin's desk. "It's her. I know it is."

"What makes you so sure?"

"She told me," Rossi replied.

That caught Erin's attention. "She knows?"

Rossi shook his head. "No, but she remembers you. She doesn't remember you as a mother, but you're still in her memories."

Erin didn't know how to feel as her eyes filled with tears. "She remembers me?"

Rossi reached out and wiped a few tears from Erin's cheeks. "Emily told me all about how you made her laugh and let her play in the mud."

"How are we going to tell her?" Erin asked.

"Do you want to tell her?" He asked for reassurance.

Erin stopped and started really thinking about it. Emily had a life and family. Did she really want to toss that around? On the other hand Dave had said Emily remembered her. "Yes," She replied in a whisper.

"Then we'll figure it out," Rossi told her.

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Chloe sprinted into the apartment, but she skidded to a stop when she saw Emily sitting on the couch reading. "You're home early mommy."

Emily nodded waiting for her other daughter to enter. "Chloe why don't you go quietly play in your room for a bit."

Chloe skipped to her room; discarding her book bag on the way. "I'm sorry I didn't get your call," Emily said getting up to put the book back on the shelf.

"It's fine. Dr. Blake said it was okay," Mattea told her as she put Chloe's book bag in its proper place.

"Just for future reference if you can't get up with me call this number," Emily told her handing her a slip of paper.

Mattea unfolded it and looked at the name scribbled under the number. "Dave Rossi?"

"He's one of the agents I work with," Emily replied.

Mattea smiled. "Okay"

"Why don't you entertain Chloe while I start dinner," Emily suggested.

Mattea laughed. "Be careful; start no fires."

Emily matched her laughter as she walked to the kitchen. Before she started cooking she had one other task that needed completed. With a shaking hand she pulled out her phone and dialed the number she had looked up earlier. Emily secretly hoped she wouldn't answer and she could just leave a voice mail. Her hope was not granted as a voice answered on the other end. Emily took a deep breath. "We need to talk Mother."

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"Feelings don't die easily because we keep feeding them with memories."

-unknown