A/N: HEy guys so sorry for the delay, I know I said Monday but I ended up having some personal problems to deal with this week and yeah, life blows, but I wanted to get SOMETHING up so I wrote what I could for today! More coming I promise, I know this wasn't much of a development from last chapter but fhjkdhgkldh, yeah so anyways here it is!

When the daylight's fading
We're gonna play in the dark
'Til it's golden again

Emily rolled over the next morning, thoroughly exhausted. Her nerves, while soothed temporarily by her conversation with Ian, had flared back up the moment she'd lain her head down and the silence crept in, allowing her mind to play out horrible scenarios.

"Morning, Love," Came Ian's scruffy drawl from above her head.

"Morning." She said, whilst absentmindedly drawing swirls on his bare chest with her finger as she stared across the room, deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" He said, propping himself up and wrapping his protective arms around her.

"Nothing…just thinking…" She mumbled, still sleepy.

"Emily, stop it. I know what you're thinking and you need to stop it. It won't happen." Ian commanded sternly.

"I-I can't… every time I'm still or it's quiet my brain comes up with every horrible situation that could happen and every time it winds up with me alone, or me in prison…" She sighed.

"Alright, well then we won't think about it. How about baby names? Did you make your list yesterday while I was gone?" He asked, stroking her head gently.

"Yeah, I narrowed it down to four…" She said, propping herself to reach onto the nightstand for the post it note she'd wrote them on. She handed it to him, shaking her head, trying to change her thoughts.

"Reagan, Aven, Czarina, and… Renegade?" Ian asked raising an eyebrow and quirking his mouth at her.

"Yeah, I know it sounds weird or not like, girly, but I like the name Renny and this was the only full name I liked for that nickname," She said, blushing a little.

"Alright, well these are all girl names… Where are the boys names?" He asked her.

"Well, I just have this feeling it's a girl. But, on the off-chance I'm wrong, since you named Lauren and I named Landen, I figured maybe you could pick the boys names," she shrugged.

"Fair enough, I like any of these names. But if I had to choose I'd probably pick Aven or Renny," he said, giving her a smile.

She smiled back squeezing his arm gently, "Alright, I showed you mine, where's yours?"

"Demetri, or Demetra for a girl, Aleksondr, Reese, and Nikolai." He handed her his list, which wasn't extensive, most were actually his backup names he'd catalogued for Declan before he'd made up his mind.

"Wow, and here I thought they'd be all Irish," she teased. "Ughh, okay, let me see… Not Nikolai… I had this horrible ex once named that and he dumped me on my birthday, not one of my fondest memories from college. I like Demetri or Demetra, both," she paused, chewing her lip. "Mmmm, Reese is good, but Reese O'Reilly? Kid would need a kickass middle name. I think Aleksondr is the one to be though," She said, kissing him on the cheek.

He grinned, "Good, then we're in agreement."

"For once," she muttered, shaking her head.

"Alright, Garcia? Did you get everything you could find on anyone named O'Reilly?" Hotch asked over the webcam.

"Uh—yes sir I did, I—umm, there's a man named Ian O'Reilly, has a wife and two children, moved here from well I'm not really sure where, but his last known address was in Miami Florida eight years ago then nothing, until he popped up here." She said quickly… She'd procrastinated all day and stayed up all night compiling every aspect of her friend's life and tried to decipher what could and would be able to leave out of her report. Garcia knew this was a trainwreck and there was nothing she could do to stop it or save her friend from the damage about to be done.

"What do you mean nothing?" Hotch asked.

"Well, it appears Ian O'Reilly hails from Ireland, moved to the United States when he was 25 and applied for citizenship, passed, and set up a life in Florida. Then enter his wife, Emmeline Eva Chantal, of France who, as it turns out became a citizen around the same time…" Garcia replied. "They lived there for a couple years, both exponentially wealthy and social royalty of Miami, then eight years ago they just disappeared. No more tax records, houses, cars, credit cards, nothing…"

"But they were never reported missing?" Morgan asked.

"Nope, just, went off the grid." She said.

"Any criminal history between either of them, what did they do for a living?" Hotch asked.

Garcia winced, this was going to be the tricky part. She'd tried her damndest and while she knew these identities were fakes, they were damn good ones. There were houses, tax records, cars, citizenship documents, newspaper articles that had Ian and Emily's fake identities plastered all over them, photos and all. She'd hacked and snooped and to anyone including, government eyes, these were real people.

"Umm, well they were both, "securities consultants"" She said using air quotes.

"What does that mean?" JJ asked, confused.

"Umm, well your guess is as good as mine, because both of the companies they supposedly worked for were shell corporations that… disappeared around the same time as they did." Garcia said grimacing.

"Security consultants with a shell coroporation… What does that bring to mind?" Rossi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Weapons." Hotch said, tight-mouthed. "Garcia, criminal records?"

"Well, it seems that Mrs. O'Reilly was pulled over one night on their way home from an event she was "endowing" and by that I mean she donated over $800,000 to the South Beach United Artists Fund, anyhoo! She was pulled over after running a red-light and when police pulled them over to administer a field sobriety test for both of them, they happened to see a rolled cigarette in the ash-tray. Thinking it was marijuana and giving them probable cause they searched the car and found… God, umm the police found 4 9 mm handguns, a .45 that was registered to Mr. O'Reilly, and umm… 3 submachine guns, one under each of the front seats and one in the compartment for the spare tire in the trunk…" She said twisting her mouth. This was not looking good, Hotch was about a millimeter away from putting all the pieces together.

"So they were both arrested?" Morgan asked

"You would think, but no," She said holding up one finger. "Emmeline took the rap for that because it was her vehicle and she was driving. Apparently, the report states that the husband tried to take credit but she jumped in and copped to it, and he almost got arrested for assaulting an officer because he was so upset he was screaming at her as she was being handcuffed, saying that she was lying and they weren't hers." Garcia said, a little confused.

"How much time did she serve?" JJ asked.

"Only five days in Dade County, the charges were dropped. Apparently that's what million dollar retainer on a lawyer buys you down in Florida."

"Dropped? On what grounds?" Hotch asked, bewildered at how such a blatant weapons bust wouldn't stick.

"Well apparently it was an illegal search because while it was it plain view, it wasn't marijuana and she had denied them permission to search before that and they never got a warrant so…" Garcia shrugged. "She had to pay a fine for running the red light annnnnd it looks like… oh wow."

"What is it baby girl?" Morgan asked, seeing the shocked look on her face.

"Oh it umm, it looks like Mr. and Mrs. O'Reilly filed a suit against the department and got the arresting officers fired without pension."

"So we have a couple, dealing weapons, with unlimited resources who have vindictive tendencies against people that have perceivably wronged them." Reid said, piping up for the first time.

"Garcia get me photos and addresses, home and work," Hotch barked.

"Th-the photos are coming to your tablets now, sir." She stammered. She was going to get in trouble for hiding this development for so long, she had a feeling.

"Oh—"

"My"

"God." JJ finished the groups sentence in shock as pictures loaded of Emily Prentiss and Ian Doyle, as they were leaving the jail, others of them from various social galas and, lastly their drivers licenses.

"Garcia!" Hotch yelled.

"Y-yes?"

"What the hell is this?"

"I—I know what it looks like, but sir, I tore apart these people's lives and everything is legit, like, 1000% percent legit!" Garcia protested, putting her hands up defensively.

"Garcia that can't be!" Morgan said angrily. "You know who that is!"

"Maybe it's just someone who looks like them?"

"With names like Ian and "Emmeline" and weapons charges, unexplained disappearances? Garcia, come on," JJ said patiently, trying not to go overboard like the rest of the group.

"Garcia I want addresses. NOW." Hotch commanded. "Morgan, you, JJ, and Rossi go to the house. Reid you're with me," Hotch said pointing, before flying from the room angrily.

"I'm totally getting fired aren't I?" Garcia moaned. Morgan just shook his head, as Rossi gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Reid?" Garcia asked quickly as everyone left the room.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Take care of Emily and the kids okay? Make sure Hotch and Morgan you know, actually have proof not just their pride to back this up?" She said, scared and sad for her best friend.

"I'll try…" Reid said before disconnecting the webchat.