AN: I have a question for those who may have read my other stories. Other than this story which story should I focus on more?

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"So Mothers be good to your daughters too."

-John Mayer

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Emily walked into the fanciest diner she had ever seen. It was much different from the place Rossi and her often visited. Emily was running a few minutes late due to waiting for Mattea to return from her Saturday dance class.

"Emily," Her mother's cold greeting cut through the air as Emily sat down at the table.

Even if it was a higher end establishment Elizabeth still stood out as she sat uncomfortably stiff. "Mother," Emily addressed just as cold.

"You called this meeting," Elizabeth reminded ready to get down to business.

Emily decided there was going to be no beating around the bush. "Am I adopted?"

The Ambassador was taken back. "What has brought this up?"

"It makes since: the memories, why you told me to forget them, and why you were always so cold towards me," Emily stated.

"I was not cold dear; you pushed me away even as a child-" Elizabeth defended.

Emily cut her off, "That's not an answer."

Elizabeth was looking at her daughter, but her focus was beyond her. "Yes," She replied.

Emily sunk into her seat in shock. "How old was I?"

"You had just turned four," Elizabeth answered.

"Why?" Emily asked.

Elizabeth was confused. "Why what?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Elizabeth sighed. "When you first came to live with us all you did was cry. The agency said it was best."

Emily hid her anger that was bubbling up. "What do you know about my real parents?"

For the first time Elizabeth Prentiss looked nervous. "They loved you."

"Do you know why they put me up for adoption?" Emily asked.

"They didn't," Elizabeth mumbled.

That alarmed Emily, "What!?"

"I got a call a few years back saying that the agency we adopted you from was shut down," Elizabeth explained.

Emily didn't give her a chance to continue before asking, "Why?"

"They were kidnapping children and then putting them up for adoption with new identities," Elizabeth finished.

"Why didn't you tell me all this?"

Elizabeth looked down. "I didn't want to loose you."

Emily stood up sending her chair screeching back. "I can't believe you," Emily started to leave, "you lost me eighteen years ago when you practically disowned me. If it wasn't for the people who did care about me I wouldn't have a rewarding job and three smart girls."

It was Elizabeth's turn to be shocked. "Three girls?"

Emily took a deep breath. "Yes, three; Chloe is six and Elise is three."

"I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel as bad as I did," Elizabeth told her sincerely.

Emily ignored her mother's apology. "It's a little to late for that," With that she walked out of the restaurant.

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Emily walked into Garcia's lair without knocking. "I need you to do me a favor."

Garcia didn't act surprised and just patted the seat next to her for Emily to sit. "First tell me about the little princess that was here the other day."

Emily smiled. "She's my youngest daughter."

"I need to see a picture. I only got to hear she was here," Garcia said with growing excitement.

Emily took out her phone. The picture she pulled up featured all three girls leaning on a stack of boxes from when they moved. "Mattea, Chloe, and Elise," Emily said pointing out each girl.

"They're adorable; look just like their mother," Garcia gushed. "How old are they?"

"Seventeen, six, and three," Emily replied.

"I can't wait to meet them."

Emily had planned to keep her work and home life separate, but that idea had flown out the window long ago. "We'll have to set something up one day. You and Chloe will get along very well."

"Now that we've discussed little gumdrops what can I do for you?" Garcia asked turning to her computer.

Emily started picking at her nails suddenly getting nervous. "I need you to find my birth parents."

Garcia turned around biting her lip. "I can't do that."

"Why?" Emily asked almost hurt. Garcia was a wizard with things like that so she knew it wasn't a problem of skill.

"Well they were looking for you, so I kind of already know who they are," Garcia explained.

"You do?" Emily whispered.

Garcia nodded.

"Who?" Emily questioned.

"I think they should tell you," Garcia replied.

Emily dropped her hands in her lap with a sigh. All of her emotions were mixing together. "Can you set up a meeting?"

Garcia gave her a hand a reassuring squeeze. "Sure thing gumdrop."

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AN: So Garcia knows about the girls. She wouldn't be Garcia if she didn't give them nicknames. Feel free to leave your suggestions.

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"Life is a waiting game."