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Bringing Emily Home

Part 4

As Emily was examining the photos of the latest crime scene, she marveled at the level of rage the UnSub laid on the latest victim. She was barely recognizable. She was found in the park by a man walking his dog. Actually, the dog found her. Its owner was visibly shaken over the find.

Local crime unit was able to confirm her identity through the teeth found in the lower jaw and to the Driver's License they found on her. Going through her apartment, they took several pictures; living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. Nothing seemed out of place, her apartment was neatly kept. Just like the other victims.

It was the contents on the coffee table that caught her eyes.

There were a few magazines; the popular home and tabloid magazines on the table and a newsletter.

Going through the other victims' living room, Emily saw that even though the magazines were different, there was one item that was the same in all the victims' living room.

It was the newsletter and upon examining further, she saw that it was the town's newsletter, all about events or things of interest for the denizens of the town.

Feeling something tingled inside her stomach; an indicator to her that something was up, she quickly fired a text message to Hotch.

Less than a minute later, her phone buzzed; it was Hotch.

Her heart beat fast when she answered.

"Hey," she greeted him.

"Hey. I think you've something here. I'm getting Garcia to look into the newsletter. This might be a big lead. I knew you'd see something we wouldn't." He complimented her.

Emily smiled widely, "Hey, we are a team even though I'm not there physically."

"Yes, I agree. Uh…I'll get back to you when something comes up. Hang on a second."

Emily heard a muffled voice, female by the tone.

She knew that it must be that senior field agent Hotch had mentioned earlier. Emily grinned to herself; the agent must be very persistent in her 'chase' to get to Hotch.

"You still there?" Hotch came back to the phone, this time he was talking softly.

"I'm here. Is that the agent?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Is she still there?" She asked again when his reply was short.

"Yes."

"Okay, I guess we should get off the phone. Hope that I'll hear from you soon?"

"Yes."

Emily laughed. "She's that close to you, huh?"

"Yes."

Emily continued laughing, "Okay. I'll get off now. Don't let me hold you up."

"Okay. Talk to you later."

"Bye," she giggled.

"Bye."

Emily pressed the 'end' button but her grin remained.

Looked like his hands were full; she wished she was there to watch this agent making her moves on him; it would be like trying to move a wall.

Then again, said wall was beginning to crumble around her though. Emily thought about the past couple of days since she appeared in his hotel room. He had been nothing but understanding and a calm to her storm.

She knew that Ian Doyle was dead but that didn't mean all was well as he had a few loyal followers. Those followers had sworn to follow his lead. Rylan McNeese, Ian's third in command, had once told her that ten years ago, they were under some heavy fire with the British army, Ian wanted to be out front but his followers wouldn't allow him. They had reminded him that he was a very valuable asset to the IRA and they would do their best to keep their leader alive as long as they could, hopefully to the day the IRA were the stronghold in Ireland, not the bloody Brits!

True loyalty. Now, that particular group had mostly disbanded, some joined other factions. It was those in the other factions that had her worried, she was still watching her back wherever she went. She remembered the drive back to the States via Canada, the number of cars she had switched. Smiling, she remembered getting a ride with a female truck driver, making a delivery from Montana to Arkansas. It was a fun ride all the way through the central States and marveled at the scenery nature was able to show off before some industrialists decided to hack off most of the forestry found in Montana.

The fun ride stopped just near Arkansas. The truck driver, Judy, thought Emily swung the other way and tried to make a pass. Emily, after she managed to let Judy off gently, high-tailed to the nearest car rental and leased a car and drove towards Mississippi. And since, she had been leasing vehicles, using her alternate alias, Megan Fells. She wondered where JJ obtained these falsified documents but she was also grateful to her best friend for that foresight.

True loyalty.

That was what the BAU team was to each other. She showed her loyalty to Hotch. He saw that and was much changed since and had been much more trusting in her.

Now was the time he showed her his loyalty as her boss and supervisor, and hopefully as friend.

They hunted Ian Doyle. Even though they lose him, they found and saved Emily. Yes, JJ and Hotch were the only ones who knew she was alive but it was a necessity; for the safety of the team, Emily had insisted she be declared dead. Doyle would not give up getting a hold of Emily again if he knew she was still alive, thereby endangering the team and Declan.

Declan.

Under Interpol's protection, Declan with his Nanny, was nowhere Emily would have guessed he would be, and if she didn't neither would Ian.

She sighed as she stood up from the bed she was sitting, studying and taking notes on the current folder.

It was going to take a very long while to recover this ordeal. She needed to forget about Declan. Let the little one lived a life as it should. If she were to appear suddenly in his life, it would certainly disrupt him. He was very young when she met him, hopefully by now, age about 13 years old, he would have forgotten who she was and even Ian Doyle. He would not be his father's son. He would not grow up the way his father wanted him to be; a warrior. Ian's brand of warrior.

As she was looking out the window but not seeing what was out there; her mind still in the past, she was snapped out of her reverie when she heard the keycard slot activated, indicating someone was about to come in.

Emily quickly grabbed her gun where she had placed it on the table and aiming it at the door, her heart racing.

...End of Part 4…

Let me know! One more part to go.

Lizzie