One

Pretty Baby

Pretty baby, why can't you see
Pretty baby, don't you leave me

-Vanessa Carlton

One year Later

Emily woke to the sound of the baby crying, and the doorbell ringing. She looked at the clock and sighed, who rings the doorbell at 6 am? She thought. She got out of bed, tied her bathrobe around her and went into the nursery.

"Please stop ringing the doorbell, I'll be with you in two minutes!" She called picking up the baby, she went reached into the crib and put the pacifier back in the four month old's mouth. She paced around the nursery whispering softly to the baby. It had been more like five minutes but she finally got the baby to sleep. "See Elizabeth? That wasn't so bad." She whispered taking her into the living room and placing her in the baby swing before going to the door.

"Can I help you?" She said opening the door. Her neighbor Agatha stood there smiling evilly,

Agatha didn't like Emily, everyone else on her apartment level did but Agatha thought she was the annoying America. Emily knew Penelope and Derek probably played a role in that as neither had been the quietest of house guests and now Emily had Elizabeth who Agatha took every chance to complain about.

"Make that baby shut up!" Agatha snapped.

"I did but you see Agatha, ringing the doorbell will only make her cry more, so maybe you shouldn't ring the doorbell." Emily said annoyed.

"You just keep that baby quiet!" Agatha snapped and stormed off.

Emily shut the door and went back to the living room where her four month old daughter now slept in her swing. Elizabeth looked more like her father then Emily but you could tell Elizabeth was her daughter, they had the same nose, and eyes, and ears. From every other aspect Elizabeth might have been adopted, her dark hair was curly not straight and her skin had a darker tone to it, like milky coffee almost.

Emily looked around the apartment, bored. It was great that England allowed a year for maternity leave but she'd only been gone six months and she was sure she would die in another six. She loved to spend time with her daughter but she was aching to get back to work. She'd already called in twice to see if they would let her back in early but they told her to wait three more months.

She walked into the kitchen to make the morning coffee when her phone buzzed, she picked it up quickly to check who it was the ID said 'Morgan' She sighed, she wanted to talk to him but she knew it wasn't a good idea to do that. She hit the decline button and tried to ignore the guilt that tugged at her conscious. It had been almost six months since she'd spoken to him and he was calling more and more often.

She ran a hand through her hair, he needed to know but at the same time she didn't want to tell him what was up with her. She did want to hear his voice though, so she listened to the voice mail.

"Emily, I don't know what is going on with you but please, please call me when you can. I've missed you, there's a lot going on right now, and I just want to talk. Bye, Love you." Morgan's voice said. She hated how it sounded like he would cry.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, tears filling her eyes. The sound of the coffee finishing brewing shocked her out of her thoughts. She poured a cup and sat on the couch watching Elizabeth swing back and forth, sleeping quietly.

Derek Morgan hung up the phone, and sighed, this had happened again, he'd called her twice a day for two months and he still got nothing, it was nearly midnight and he was only now getting ready to leave the BAU. He stood up and started to leave someone stopped him.

"Hey baby are you okay?" Garcia asked.

"I'm fine Garcia, I think I'm going to take a week or two off okay?" He said a bit harshly.

"O-okay if you're sure where are you going?" She asked looking sad from his harsh words.

"I might go visit my family." He lied walking away from her.

He felt bad about being so harsh with her but he was starting to get worried about Emily. She might be in trouble and he sure as hell wasn't going to sit down and wait for her. He drove home in silence not even listening to the radio, he kept glancing at is phone and waiting for her to call him back, just like he always did. She hadn't ever called him back yet.

He unlocked the door to find his Emily's old cat rubbing against his legs. "Hey Sergio." He muttered picking the cat up. Emily had been unable to keep the cat in her apartment in England so he had decided to keep him for her. Not because he liked cats but because Sergio was more like a quiet version of Emily then he'd thought, he was quiet, didn't mind curling up on the couch, and best of all he didn't argue with him, a trait Emily hadn't shared.

"yeah I know Sergio, I actually have cat food today." He muttered, pouring the food into a dish and setting it on the counter for the cat. For the last week he'd been feeding him old bits of bacon and some cheese he'd had at the back of the cupboard. It probably wasn't the best thing for Sergio to eat but he hadn't died yet.

The next thing Derek Morgan did was go to turn on his lap top and go to the British Airways website. After about 20 minutes he finally found a flight that had an open seat to London and left tomorrow. He bought the ticket and called JJ.

"Hey JJ, I know its late but I have an emergency." He said.

"No, It's fine I'm on my way home, what's wrong?" JJ asked.

"I think something is wrong with Emily, it's been six months since I've heard from her, I'm going to London. Could you watch Sergio?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll come get him in the morning. You better tell me if something has happened to her." She said.

"Of course I will, I wouldn't keep that from you guys, you're her friends too." He said, perhaps it was a little bitterly but he was still a little upset that he hadn't been told she was alive after Doyle stabber her. He hung up the phone and lay down on the bed falling into a restless sleep.

Okay I am sorry for how OOC Morgan was.