A/N: Hey guys! Im back again! twice this week huh? Shocker I know. I am aware. I'm sorry if it seems like these chapters are moving kinda slow, but its harder than it sounds writing a full on crime plot with so many characters! LOL Please R && R and I will love you forever and yes... REVIEW REVIEW AND REPEAT. 3
I have to question,
What's with the violent aggression?
Details blurry, lost 'em too early
Welcome to the family
"Emily? Did Matt come over an pick up those cases yet?" Ian called to the top of the stairs. After their conversation that morning about babies, and how worried she was about the BAU they felt it best to try and pack up the guns in the basement, and had asked if Izzy and Matt had been willing to "store a few things for them."
"Yeah, he came while you ran to the store. Have you seen Lauren's winter coat? I can't find it anywhere!" She said, flustered, from the top of the stairs.
"Aye, it's by the back door. Why?" Ian asked leaning against the staircase.
"Because Declan is supposed to be at the gym right after school, and since Matt needs you to help with the alcohol delivery, I have to take him there and it's too chilly outside for Lauren." Emily said hurrying down the stairs.
"Ohh, I'd forgotten about practice today." He said, giving her a peck on the cheek, "Alright, well then, I'll be off then?"
"Yeah, and Ian..." She started, "Be safe okay? If they come for you, just go with them, answer their questions... I have a plan, okay?" She said chewing on her bottom lip, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She was worried he might put up a fight if they came for him and that would only antagonize the situation.
"I know, Love. Don't you worry about me, you just focus on the two of you," he said placing a gentle hand on her stomach. She hadn't quite started to show yet, but the gesture was comforting.
"I will. Love you," She said kissing him as he left, squeezing her hand good-bye.
"Back at you, Love." She sighed, before turning to go get Lauren's coat from the back door. She heard him pull out of the driveway and honk and she felt a pit of uneasiness wash over her. She had a plan, but the chances of it working were what was worrying her. She ran back upstairs to grab Lauren, so they could leave to pick Declan up, when she heard a car pull into the driveway, "What did he forget now?" She muttered, pulling Lauren's coat on.
Morgan hopped out of the SUV at the nice middle class house they'd pulled up at. "Rossi, are you seeing this?"
"Yeah, it's... quaint." He said, taking off his sunglasses.
"Not really Doyle's style," JJ murmured, shutting the car door. She looked up at the two-story house in front of them, it was old, but nicely Victorian styled, and well-kept.
"Yeah," Morgan said looking around, there was a black Merecedes parked in the driveway, but it didn't look like anyone was home. He walked up onto the porch with the other two, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to see Emily and her oh-so-happy-family, and he wasn't thrilled. "Guys, check out these windows..." He said peering at the sticker in the corner of one of the front windows.
"What about them?" Rossi asked.
"They're brand new," was Morgan's answer.
"So?"
"So, whatever windows were here, were replaced with Level 8 bullet resistant glass," JJ said, peering at the sticker.
"Exactly, that level protects against Armor Piercing from a 7.62 M14 Rifle." Morgan stated, shrugging.
"Who needs bullet resistant glass in this neighborhood?" Rossi asked, waving an arm at the rest of the street. "Let alone, from a military rifle?"
"Maybe they bought it this way?" JJ asked.
"Nah, these are brand new, can't be more than a couple weeks old." Morgan said, "Someone definitely wanted protection, but from what?"
"Guess you'll get to ask her," Rossi said, preparing to knock on the door.
He knocked, and they stood together on the porch, trying to look official, but they all felt the tension and awkwardness.
Morgan stiffened as he heard a child's scream come from the other side, out of instinct he put a hand on his gun.
"Easy there, she has a toddler, toddlers throw tantrums Morgan..." JJ said quietly, putting her hand on top of his to stop him.
After what seemed like an eternity the door unlocked and handle turned, and there stood Emily Prentiss.
Emily looked out the window as she hadn't heard Ian come in, and saw the black SUV parked in her driveway and shut her eyes, sighing. They're heeerree, she thought.
She made a quick call to Declan, asking him if he could find a ride with his friend to practice, saying Lauren was throwing a fit, and she knew she would be late, which wasn't entirely a lie, because as soon as she'd put Lauren's coat on the toddler had immediately started screeching, not wanting to leave her toys. Declan had been able to hitch a ride, and she was left to answer the door...
She picked up Lauren in her arms and carried the screaming girl downstairs to get the door. She opened the door and forced a surprised look on her face at the sight of her three former colleagues.
"Jayje? W-what are you guys doing here?" She said, feining confusion.
"Emily, is Ian here?" Morgan interrupted JJ from answering.
"No, he's at work... Why?" She asked, one hand still on the door, the other holding Lauren, who had now taken to sobbing and pulling her hair. "Come on in, I jus- she's in a mood, come on..." She said indicating towards Lauren in her arms, waving them inside.
Rossi looked at the other two before following her inside.
"Emily, would you care to explain a few things to us?" Rossi asked politely, as she set Lauren down by the shiny black chest they were using for her toys.
"Umm yeah, sure, like are you guys here on a case?" She asked dumbly.
"Yeah, haven't you seen the news?" JJ asked, "It's a media nightmare here... The police had already given out details of the case before we even got here."
"Oh, about those two missing boys? Yeah I saw bits and pieces, you'll imagine I don't get to watch a whole lot of TV between the kids," Emily lied.
"We need to talk to Ian, Hotch and Reid are on their way to his work, but you have a lot of explaining to do Em," Morgan said sternly.
"What why?" Emily said putting on a defensive face.
"Lets just sit down and chat," Rossi said. She paused before nodding, and sitting down on the floor next to Lauren, so the three of them could have the couch and loveseat.
"What do you need to know?" She asked, putting on her best helpful front.
"For starters, whose identity did you steal?" Morgan asked, very accusatorily.
"Excuse me?" She said raising an eyebrow, although she knew exactly what he was talking about. Garcia had delved into their lives and discovered how incredibly deep their cover indentities were and they had no idea how deep these covers really went.
"Ian O'Reilly? Emmeline Chantal of France? How do you explain these indentities... Even Garcia couldn't find out the truth!" Morgan barked.
"Nobody stole anyones identity, I can assure you of that." Emily said coolly at his tone.
"Emily, there are newspapers and television footage of you leaving Dade County Jail, with this identity... We know its not real... How did you get them?" JJ asked, more calmly.
"There was no identity theft... That used to be my name." Emily answered, just as coolly.
"Just like you used to go by Lauren Reynolds?" Rossi asked.
"Actually, Lauren Reynolds used to go by that." Emily stated flatly. She knew she was getting into dangerous waters bringing up her epsionage days, but she also knew they had not the capability nor the resources to understand.
"So this is an old cover?" Rossi asked.
"Yes, and legally its mine, so you'll excuse me if I don't have to explain myself further," she bit out.
"What about Ian? His last name is not O'Reilly, but in Miami it seemed he went by that."
"Again, that identity is legally his. I set it up for him after we met in Boston, so we could do business in Miami. It was all Company planned and approved." She said looking Morgan dead in the eyes, knowing he'd secretly been hoping to bust them for identity fraud at the least.
"Okay, So...You, Emily Prentiss were undercover as Lauren Reynolds who used a cover of Emmeline Chantal to do business?" JJ asked, confused.
"In a nutshell... When you're maneuvering in the underworld like that, it never hurts to use a cover when doing business." Emily said, pulling her stare away form Morgan to look at Lauren who was now toddling around the living room.
"Like, Valhalla... Well, weren't these identities destroyed after your assignment was over?" JJ asked.
"No. I had a friend at the agency hold onto them for me. In case of an emergency..." Emily said, looking out the window distractedly.
"Emily, do you know anything about those boys who went missing?" Rossi asked.
"No, but I heard they were trouble. Always drinking and causing problems..." She answered.
"Did you know that Ian had an altercation with one of the boys and his father?" Morgan asked seriously.
"Yeah, it was why Izzy offered him the job at the bar." Emily replied smoothly.
"What do you mean?" JJ asked.
"Me and Ian were having a rough day, so he took off to the bar. When he got there, he was talking to the bartender, Izzy, when Johnny Browder started verbally harrassing her. Ian stayed out of it until Johnny got up and came around the bar to physically assault her. Ian intervened, thats all... Told him to get the hell out and not come back." Emily said firmly.
"That's it?" Morgan asked, shrugging.
"Yes. Thats it." Emily basically spat at him. "Don't believe me? Ask Izzy... She'll tell you."
"Yeah... I bet she will." Morgan said, rolling his eyes in exasperation.
"Alright, well... We will be bringing Ian in for questioning, the father named him as the only person who seemed to have a problem with his son." Rossi explained.
"Of course he did." Emily said, chuckling darkly and shaking her head.
"We may need you to come down for some more questions..." Rossi said.
"Fine, whatever I can do to help." Emily replied, forcing a smile.
She stood, indicating it was time for them to leave. They followed her to the door, Morgan exiting without another word. Rossi and JJ lingered for a moment, JJ giving her a small smile, before saying good-bye.
"Be seeing you, Prentiss?" Rossi said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, of course." Emily said, again forcing a small smile to grace her features. She knew this visit would be unpleasant, but it angered her to see how willing Morgan was to practically throw her or Ian under the bus for anything he could. She understood he was bitter about her return here, but this was her family on the line, and if there was one thing Emily Prentiss would not take lying down was anyone who threatened it...