A/N: Here's the next chapter! ALSO Heads up the BAU will be back more heavily later on in this fic I forgot to mention that in the summary, but I cant say a whole lot without giving it away so just be on the lookout!

Emily and Ian drove in tense silence home from the obstetrician's office. Emily stared out the tinted glass as she thought about what the doctor had told her.

"I'm sorry ma'am but it's really too soon to tell if the baby will suffer any affects from the massive alcohol intake. We can try and do an amnio in a few more months but right now all I can tell you is that the fetus is still in early stages of development. It seems to be growing at the rate you would expect a healthy baby to, but it's really too soon to definitively tell if there will be mental or developmental problems in the future. I'm sorry. But to avoid having any further complications, especially at your age, I would really recommend bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy."

"But that's like, seven months!" She'd protested in outrage. She had 2 other kids to take care of!

"I'm sorry, again, but I really think it's best; excuse me..." he'd said checking his pager and leaving the room.

She'd nearly broken down into tears at the look of contempt Ian gave her as the doctor left, and she'd expected his anger, yelling or what have you, but he'd said nothing. Not one word. She didn't entirely blame him, although a part of her still felt betrayed that he had dealt weapons again, but she couldn't use her anger of that to justify jeopardizing her child's life...

They arrived home and she rushed upstairs to lie down, slamming the door behind her. She couldn't believe this. She'd fucked it all up. HE'd fucked it all up! her inner demon yelled back in denial. She squeezed the pillow, holding onto it tightly screaming into the fluffy feathers. She bit back tears, she wasn't going to cry...not going to cry...she told herself. She grabbed the lamp on her nightstand and threw it across the room, enjoying the nice shattering sound it made as it collided with the wall.

Ian walked out onto the back porch. It was almost the end of fall but the weather was still nice enough to enjoy in the afternoon. He heard a crash come from above him and he knew Emily was having a fit.

For a woman of action, being on bedrest was like imprisoned and he knew she was beating herself up for what she'd done that night. He'd insisted on her going to the doctor after a week of being violently ill. The doctor said the baby looked fine, but said it was too early to tell if the alcohol had done any damage. He'd tried to keep his anger in check, hence why he wasn't speaking to her. She'd apologized profusely after their argument that night and so had he. But it was one thing for her to be mad at him, it was another to do something to their child... That he was having a hard time forgiving. He knew he would get over it eventually, after finding out the baby was healthy but until he could know for certain he would be on edge. A very thin edge.

"Dad?" Declan said sticking his head through the sliding glass door.

"Yeah son?" he said wearily. He wanted a stiff drink, but after the whole baby mama drama he was having a hard time justifying himself drinking...

"Why's mom upstairs screaming, "IM JUST AS BAD AS HER!" Declan asked, plopping down on the reclining lawn chair next to him. Ian looked up at the bedroom window above him. "Whose she talking about?"

"Chloe..." Ian said bitterly.

"Who's Chloe?" Declan asked confused.

"You oughta remember, she kidnapped you," Ian said chuckling.

"Oh, you mean "The Crazy Bitch?" Declan saidin understanding.

"Hey! Watch your mouth kid." Ian said sharply.

"Sorry, that's what Mom called her when she was trying to tell me what happened."

"Of course she would." Ian said rolling his eyes.

"What was she like?" Declan asked hesitantly.

"Who?"

"You know, my... other mom?"

"You can just call her Chloe... She's not your mother. She never was." Ian said seriously.

"Mmkay, So was she always like that? Or was she ever you know, like, normal?" Declan inquired.

Ian sighed. He always knew this day would come, where he would have to explain Declans biological mother to him, that's why he'd broken down and asked "Lauren" to be his mother, so he'd never have to mention that stupid cunt's name again.

"Your mo-Chloe, she was a lot like me. She was a criminal. In the worst way... Where there are lines that I wouldn't cross, she would." Ian said rubbing his temple. "She was young, intimidating, strong, dangerous, she used to be pretty, dunno how she looks now, but yeah. We were partners in crime, you would say." Ian said.

"Why'd she wanna take me?" Declan asked tilting his head slightly.

Ian paused... how do you tell a kid their mother never wanted him? Would rather have killed herself than to have him? Ian was at a moral crossroad, but Declan was getting older and it wouldn't be long before he would ask again. Truth will set you free, Ian's conscience whispered.

"Ahhh, well... Chloe she never wanted kids you see, kids would have gotten in the way of the... lifestyle she wanted." Ian said, looking at Declan's reaction before he continued. "So one day, she tried to swallow a bottle of pills...to kill herself. You have to keep in mind, Chloe was always...unwell."

Declan's mouth fell open, "Wwhat?!" He asked incredulously. "Is that why Mom's saying that? She thinks she might've killed the baby?"

"Aye, she didn't kill the baby though. The doctor said the baby looks okay, its just too soon to tell if the baby will be...affected by her drinking so heavily. Son, I've always wanted you, no matter if you'd been born yet or not, I wanted you. Dont ever forget that." Ian said reassuringly. "But, I caught her trying to take them, and I stopped her...rather forcibly." He said wincing a tiny bit. "Then I basically...confined her to our bed." He said rephrasing what he'd actually done, to spare Declan the picture of his "mother" handcuffed to a bed.

"So she hated you for that?" Declan clarified.

"Very much so." Ian said chuckling again, despite the current conversation. "After she had you, she tried to kill me, and to make sure she left and never came back I paid her a lot of money to run away and never return." Ian said, shrugging. "And I didn't hear from her for years...She still came around every so often to squeeze out more money from me, but I was willing to pay it as long as it kept you safe." Ian said squeezing Declans shoulder gently.

"How much money?" Declan asked. Ian raised an eyebrow at him. "Millions. Tens of millions actually."

"Jesus dad, I'da just killed her," Declan said shaking his head.

Ian froze. Emily would have a heart attack if she'd heard that come from her little angel. She'd tried so hard to not let Declan become like any of them. The only son of a sociopath and a power-assertive psychopath, the odds were not in his favor. But she was a firm believer that a child could be raised in a happy healthy home and turn out just fine.

"Son, killing... It should never be taken lightly. It's not a first choice... Its a last resort." Ian said gravely. "It wasn't a problem, I had the money, there was no need. Needless to say if I hadn't been in hiding when you were taken I would have killed her. But that's because she crossed the one and only line I had when it came to her." Ian stated bluntly. "I'd better go check on your mom, make sure she hasn't destroyed everything in the bedroom yet." Ian said, standing.

Declan giggled, saying "I Think it's too late!"

Emily stood looking out the window, she'd given up on the "squeeze the pillow" bit and had taken to pacing, knocking over and smashing almost everything within reach. It wasn't like this to lose control of her emotions. She was THE compartmentalizer. She blamed the hormones. Ian came into the room and she stopped dead in her tracks. The room looked like a tornado had ripped through there. She braced herself for the lecture she was about to get, grimacing as she avoiding his gaze. He walked over to her
"I'll clean it up-" she said quickly as he put his hands gently on the sides of her arms.
"Shh-don't worry about it right now, Love," he said pulling her towards him. She was taken aback, she'd expected yelling or at least some sort of irritation, not gentleness.
She let him hold her and she hugged him back, her fingers clutching his shoulders. She felt tears sting her eyes, and this time she didn't hold them back, he held onto her as she sobbed onto his black shirt. She felt his hands gently stroke her hair and rub her back.
When she finally felt like she had no tears left as she held onto him for dear life she heard him whisper in her ear, "You're nothing like her, Cher..." and she smiled through her tears, as they rocked slowly together.