A/N: SORRY Guys! I know I said updates every day or so but I totally forgot about the holiday week at work so this will probably be the only chapter until Monday! Sorry for the delay but its like, hella crazy around here right now! PLEASE R & R! I know this chapter is short but I wanted to get SOMETHING to tide you over the Holiday hiatus lol. 3 Kelsey

We refused to run
We've only just begun
You'll find us chasing the sun

Emily paced nervously, chewing on her fingernails in angst as Lauren shrieked playfully pushing her little princess car around the hardwood floors. She'd called Ian 32 times and left as many voicemails, she'd texted him relentlessly to no avail. Him and Declan were due back before dinner, which she had been too preoccupied to cook so she'd had Chinese delivered. Finally she saw the black Mercedes pull into the driveway and she was surprised to hear a relieved moan escape her lips. She'd half worried the BAU had picked him up already before they'd had a chance to talk. She chewed on her lower lip as she thought about how it wasn't a matter of IF the BAU picked him up it was when...

Ian and Declan entered the house, gym bags on their shoulders clearly worn out. She tried to contain herself but before she could stop it the words spewed out of her mouth, "GOD you fucking idiot, why carry a cell phone if you're not going to answer it?!" She asked angrily. Ian looked confused and slightly perturbed at her choice of wording, "What are you on about? I left my phone if the gym locker..." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the phone. "Christ Emily are you okay? Is it the baby? What are you doing up? I thought you said you were gonna rest!" He asked worriedly looking at his phone then back to her as she paced animatedly.

"I'm fine Ian, the baby is fine." She said, waving a dismissive hand.

"Declan I need you to take Lauren upstairs to play, and don't come back down until me or your father says so okay?" She said pointing to the stairs where the Chinese take out sat on the steps. "There's General Tso's in there for you and Lauren, make sure to break up the chicken for her though okay?" Emily said, still pacing, shooting Ian worried glances.

"Mom! I wanted to watch TV and relax, not babysit!" Declan whined.

"Declan!" Emily snapped.

"Why?! What's going on? I'm not a baby anymore; you don't have to have all these secrets." Declan said indignantly. Emily shot a look at Ian, telling him to intervene, immediately... before she lost her tenuous hold on her sanity and said something she regretted.

"Declan! Do not back talk your mother. She told you to go upstairs, you do it. Without question. It was not a request." Ian said giving Declan a reprimanding glare.

Declan rolled his eyes and picked up Lauren and the bag of food and stomped not so quietly up the stairs, slamming the door behind him. Emily breathed a sigh of relief and weariness before grabbing Ian's hand and dragging him to the basement.

"Emily! What is going on? Answer me!" Ian said, voice rising.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Emily barked, as she walked around to the kitchen island where her iPod sat on the speakers. She pressed play and turned the volume all the way up as Whitney Houston's "I wanna dance with somebody" blared obnoxiously. Ian instinctively covered his ears, "Ahh! Emily what the hell?" He asked as she proceeded to drag him down the basement steps.

"Emil-" he started to say.

"The BAU is here!" She hissed, aggravated at his impatience. Ian froze mid-step, turning to face her.

"Come again?" He asked, sure he had misheard her.

"The goddamn BAU is HERE." She said.

"What- why?" He asked. "There is no serial killer here..."

"Ian! The BAU handles more than just serial killers!" Emily groaned, god he was so dumb sometimes. "Why do you think they're here! Those two men that broke into the house... THAT MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH." She yelled, making waving hand gestures. She watched him for his reaction and she couldn't say she was all that surprised when he just raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Annnd?"

"AND?!"

"What? It's not like they can trace them to our house or anything," he said, as though it was obvious. She took a deep breath to calm herself. He was not a profiler, so she would have to spell this all out for him.

"Ian. They are. They are going to start by interviewing the family, the family will tell them if any of the boys had enemies... Do you see where I'm going with this?" She asked, trying to lead him to the obvious conclusion that she had already come to.

"So?"

She sighed again, this was maddening. He had always been an arrogant bastard but he was really pushing it right now.

"SO, once they find out you and Johnny and the oldest kid had a fight at the bar, they are going to come and talk to you. When they do, how obvious will it be who you are? Hotch and Morgan will not hesitate for one second to assume you are the unsub. With your past mostly fitting the profile anyways it won't be a hard stretch for them to try and persuade Rossi and JJ..." She said emphatically, trying to get him to see reason.

"Okay, so? They have no evidence! Hell they don't even have any bodies, we made sure of that." Ian said calmly, trying to placate her. "Emily, sit down you're going to upset the baby. Try and relax... Okay so, worst case scenario: they bring me in; they can hold me for three days without charging me. More than likely they'll get a search warrant, but they won't find anything! Everything here has been completely wiped of any forensic evidence. We replaced the bathtub and tile, we shampooed the carpets with bleach, we even double checked both with Declan's black light. There is no blood residue anywhere. No DNA. They cannot put those boys or me anywhere near each other. Plus, I was at the bar that night, and when they check my alibi they'll prove it. They won't be able to charge me and I'll be right back here in three days time," Ian said putting comforting hands on her arms, as she willed herself to sit down on a box.

"Ian, you don't get it. Hotch will find a way to nail you for something; it's a matter of pride for him. He won't stop." Emily said, her eyes watering. She was hormonal she knew, but she also couldn't handle the thought of being on her own with a new baby and him not being around. She couldn't help herself, she loved the bastard, and she didn't want him going anywhere.

"Well, we can always run..." Ian said sighing in resignation.

"No, because then it will look like we are guilty and then nowhere we go will be safe," Emily groaned.

"Love, just relax... Take a deep breath, look at me." He commanded putting a gentle hand on her chin. "I am not going anywhere this time." He whispered, kissing her gently. She closed her eyes, and kissed him back, willing her body to relax the tension she'd worked herself up into.

"Ian I-I know what we did was wrong, but I couldn't..." She said, choking up a little, "Declan is a good boy, if this would have gotten out... He'd be an outcast, he'd feel all alone and no offense but with his genes, look at the path he could go down..." She whispered. She knew environment affected a child born of psychopaths more than genetics but she wasn't willing to risk alienating her son from the rest of the world just to make sure those scumbags had "closure". Declan had led a good life, he was well rounded, he was resilient, and more importantly he was loved. She knew he was good. She huddled against Ian's chest as he stroked her hair, making shh-ing noises.

"Love, this will all blow over, it always gets worse before it gets better alright? Just please, promise me you'll relax... After this morning you should be resting, you're supposed to be on bedrest you know..." Ian reminded her.

"I know, I was just laying on the couch relaxing, watching tv and the news- the news came on and showed the BAU pulling in, showed the pictures of those men, and I panicked... and I couldn't get ahold of you and I was worried." She said quietly.

"Cher, I'm not going anywhere. You won't be able to get rid of me this easily. I've gotten out of worse things with far more evidence than this..." Ian said, snorting derisively.

"Yeah, I know... I just I don't wanna run. This is our home now, Declan and Lauren have friends and... I don't want to leave L-" She stopped, breath hitching. She didn't want to leave Landen behind, but it was almost too painful to say outloud.

"I know, Love," Ian said kissing her forehead. "Then we won't run. We'll stay here and let them do their worst. We'll still be here, long after they're gone I promise you," he said looking into her deep brown eyes.

"We've only just begun, right?" She said smiling, it was incredible the amount of hope she'd regained from just one conversation. He was right, they had no proof... And she knew exactly who to call for an excellent lawyer...

"That's right," he said, chuckling.