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Over the next few days Emily went on obsessing about the possible scenarios of her reunion with the team.

Clyde had been supporting and convincing and for sure he believed in what he said, but she knew him very well; he was an agent who never failed to get the work down and if necessary he would have told her that walking bare foot on hot coals was a brilliant idea. Truth to be told she couldn't blame him, she wanted Doyle dead as much as he did, but she hated the idea that innocent people, her people, had been caught in the middle of this and suffered so much.

Then there was the truth. How much did her friends need the truth? Did they deserve after the horrors of death to pass through the pains of resurrection? Emily wasn't able to find an answer, but one thing she knew for sure, if it was her in their position she would have wanted to know the whole damn truth, no way someone else could have decided what she was able to handle.

So, after deciding to comply with Clyde's request a wave of panic overthrew her rational ability; she imagined the four of them in line standing in the deserted bull pen and waiting for her - Hotch on one side, because he was the traitor, he knew and didn't say anything- they were there waiting for her to talk, to come up with a convincing apology for all the pain they've been through and to finally judge if she was suitable for forgiveness.

She knew that if they ever decided to take her back it would have been a long process, maybe in the beginning they would have been happy and moved to see her, but then after the moment of commotion the knots would start to surface. They would have wondered which Emily they were dealing with, if one of the previous alter egos or a totally new one. They wouldn't know what to expect, they would have to test the ground to see if this fully disclosed version of her was still fit to be part of the family or if once the dirty laundry had been exposed they couldn't trust her anymore. Dead people are always regarded with more indulgence than alive ones, one thing is to mourn a liar, but to work with her is all another story.

She knew that deep down they would have understood Hotch and JJ's decision to keep the secret; they were agents, they knew how it all worked, but the scar of deception would have hitched for a while.

Reid would have needed time and space before according his trust again, he would have wanted assurance against further betrayal and to get there it would have been a long, bumpy road.

Penelope would have been heartbroken and hurt, for a while she would have kept some distance to survey this new person, to be sure it was her true Emily and not some kind of surrogate, but eventually she would have accepted the good news.

Rossi would have understood, his wisdom and experience would have smoothed his reaction and after monitoring and profiling her, he would have been fine.

Seaver was just a cadet, but she knew well that the dirt hidden beneath the surface is not the whole picture and she wouldn't have treated her as a dodgy freak.

Morgan though was something different; he would have stormed out, with her, Hotch and JJ and then he would have got over it, seemingly. Emily knew that in his moral code there were some cracks that just couldn't be fixed, faults you couldn't make up for and this was one of those. Unlikely he would have ever accepted to partner up with her again.

Imagine to wake up from a nightmare and realize that reality is even worse, but to know that you have to take the risk and open your eyes.

"Wake up Emily!"

The two cars were crossing a semi-deserted industrial area in the outskirts of Boston, there was a tense gruesome atmosphere among the team since they arrived there, back where everything had began -or ended-.

Joining the task force in charge to track Doyle had been a tug of war, but finally they made it; they all thought that once closed this chapter they would have felt better, but getting closer to Doyle wasn't actually providing any of the expected relief, there was just numbness in their body, their minds, their souls. Slowly they were all realizing that having finally justice wouldn't have made any easier to get over Emily's death, and nobody really wanted to get used to her absence, it was like let her slip away, desecrate her memory.

Derek was driving the car silently focused on his task, even too much, as if any distraction would open the gate of his emotions and he could loose control showing his actual hollowness. At his side Seaver was silently inspecting the squalid landscape of abandoned factories, spotting from time to time a dog trotting around or rummaging the garbage for food. Rossi and Reid were sitting in the back, the older profiler remembering of the friends and colleagues he lost during his career and wondering why he hadn't given up that job yet. Reid was shielding his thoughts behind his sunglasses and unsuccessfully trying to find an activity challenging enough for his mind so as to forget the sad thoughts. For a while at least.

Studies had proved that many families crumbled after the loss of one member, in many ways theirs had proved that theory right; Emily's death drained life and enthusiasm from them, they were all empty shells, the connective once keeping them together now worn and stretched almost to the braking point.

Seaver finally broke the silence "Again, why are we checking this building?"

"As far as the antiterrorism knows, this was last Doyle's hiding place and we are hoping to find some crumbles. It's highly unlikely considering how meticulous he is, but it's worth trying" Rossi answered.

"Ok, so that's why the antiterrorism is coming with us.." she pointed at the car riding before them.

"Technically we are tagging along, we are visitors on this case" Reid clarified distantly.

"Right"

"Practically we are keeping ourselves busy not to admit that this is another dead end" Morgan added with a bitter tone.

"At least we will rule out something" Rossi tried to show the bright side without too much ardor.

"Yeah. It doesn't matter. What matters to me is to find that son of a bitch and then my days at the BAU will be over" Morgan replied dull.

The three pairs of eyes suddenly turned shocked, hurt and scared to those words, another goodbye, another empty desk, another crack in the already precarious balance of their family. They all wanted to say something, but they were all to exhausted, sad and angry to elaborate a consistent thought. Instead they went on staring at Morgan, was not for their attention drawn to their friend they would have seen the SUV approaching from the right, they would have maybe noticed the snipers waiting on the roof of the next building. Instead they just saw the car before them loosing control, spinning and then overturning; seconds after the SUV collided with their car crumbling the windows and shattering them on the side of the road. From his position Reid could see a profile coming through the smoke and revealing a familiar face "Doyle" he managed to mumble and then everything went black.

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