Four

Paradise

every time she closed her eyes
she saw what could have been
well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds
when covers tucked in tight
funny when the bottom drops
how she forgets to fight...

-Vanessa Carlton

Emily broke the kiss and looked at him, she couldn't believe she'd let him do that and yet she believed him, of course the last person she'd believed loved her had destroyed her life, but that was not Derek.

"D-do you want some coffee?" She offered.

"Yes please." He nodded, she got up to pour them both some coffee thankful for the relief of having her back to him for a few seconds, just then the baby monitor went off, just a small sound. She froze and thought about ignoring it when she heard the sound again, only this time it was right next to her. She jumped.

"Derek tell me you got the baby and I'm not going crazy." She said.

"I did get the baby and you're not crazy." Derek chuckled from next to her. "She was making a little noise and I thought she needed some attention."

"Well if its just one small noise you can usually ignore it. If I got up every time she made a noise I would never sleep or sit down." She smiled.

"Oh, you really just ignore it?" He asked.

"Well not for the first two weeks of her life I didn't, but I realized I would be a better mother if I got a little sleep as well." She started to hand him his coffee. "Wait, go buckle her into that swing over there and press the green button okay?"

"Sure." He said walking over to the swing and buckling her in. He pressed the button and walked back to the kitchen and leaned against the counter next to her. "She has your eyes."

"I know," She said handing him the coffee. "I get told that a lot. She's such a little sweetheart though. I don't know where it comes from."

"Her mother." He said sipping the coffee.

"No, you don't know much about my childhood do you?" She smiled.

"No I don't why?" She frowned.

"Because you would be horrified." She smirked.

"I'm from the worst neighborhood in Chicago, try me." He smiled.

"Okay." She smiled reaching into a drawer and pulling out a photo of her and handing it to him.

"Oh my god you wore that?" He asked.

"Yeah I did, I would wear it under my other clothes so my mother wouldn't know. I would keep the make up in my backpack and say I was going early and staying after school to study, but instead I went into the girls room and changed into that." She smiled.

"Well you looked good in it but I just don't think it's you and I sure as hell don't want my daughter doing that." He said.

"I told you, you are horrified." She smiled.

"I seriously can't believe modest, protocol following Emily Prentiss wore this in high school." He smiled.

"Middle school." She smirked pouring herself some more coffee. "And because I know all the tricks in the book I will be checking our daughters book bag when she starts school."

Derek had a hard time believing` she'd ever worn anything like that, especially since the few times she'd shown cleavage there had been an Unsub involved and they needed information. Well and when she was naked but other than that she was a modest person. He chuckled and sipped his coffee.

"You never cease to amaze me Emily, you never do." He chuckled.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." She said.

He chose to ignore that little remark and went back to watching Elizabeth in the swing. "You know I want to be part of her life right?"

"Yeah I know, just like you know the BAU has been requesting me from Interpol." She sighed moving a bit closer.

"How would I know that?" He asked, but it was true he did know, he'd requested her – six times at that – and every time she'd turned the offer down, until now, she hadn't responded to his last request.

"Derek I'm not stupid I've never worked with a Daniel Megan." She smiled.

"Okay fine, so yes I requested you, six times, but you only rejected me five times." He pointed out.

"Because now that you're going to be part or your daughter's life I guess I have to accept." She said.

"But do you want to come back? I don't want to make you unhappy." Derek asked, feeling a little guilty he'd put her in a position like this in the first place.

"I wouldn't mind coming back, my biggest worry is how everyone will react to Elizabeth…" She said. "You know how hard its going to be, with both of us gone at the same time."

"I know maybe you could stay with her at least until she sleeps through the night then we play it by ear from there." He sighed.

"No, but I could stay back like Garcia does and work from the office." She said "I-I'll call Interpol tomorrow and tell them what's going on, but today I was going to talk Elizabeth to Rhodes Farm would you like to come?"

"Rhodes Farm?" He frowned. "What's that?"

"It's a treatment center for Anorexia in adolescents." She explained.

"Why are you going there?" He asked concerned.

"Because they saved my life. My parents were gone a lot and they were always shipping me off places, the only time I got attention was when I was hurt or sick. I picked up on that around six and I started trying to make a bigger deal out of little things. By age 10 I was smart enough to figure out how to fake an illness and when I was 12 I jumped off the balcony and broke my right arm. Well then in eight grade I stopped eating." Emily took a deep breath. "You have to understand that Anorexia is almost never about losing weight in the end, it starts that way sure, but then a switch flips in your head and it's about control. I had no control over almost anything in my life, except over what I could eat. So I stopped and I got thinner and thinner, finally my parents shipped me to Rhodes Farm here in England. I looked like this at the time." She pulled out a picture.

Derek was horrified, in the picture Emily's dark hair wasn't a beautiful shining black it was a dull red, her skin was pale and her face hallow from malnourishment.

"I go back to visit as often as I can and I thought they might like to meet Elizabeth. Will you come?" She asked.,

"Of course, but Emily, this – do they all look like this?" He asked.

"No, and not all are girls. Some are almost done with treatment and some have just arrived for the six week treatment program." She said. "You don't have to come if you don't want to.

"Its fine, I'll come but I don't want to think of you like that." He said.

BAU

"Hey has anyone seen Morgan?" Hotch asked, "I know he's taking personal time, but he's never not said where to."

"He told me Chicago." Garcia frowned. "Did he tell anyone else?"

"No, but he's been down recently, kind of sad." Reid frowned. "Do you think it's about Emily?"

"Does anyone know how Emily is?" Hotch asked, this time changing tactics if it was about Emily then he knew where Morgan was.

"No I haven't heard from her in around six months." Garcia said. "Anyone else heard from her since March?" There was a chorus of 'no'

"Garcia, I know you don't want to but call Interpol and ask where Emily is, if they won't tell you find out." Hotch ordered.

Garcia went back into her office and called the Interpol London Office. "Hello this is Penelope Garcia from the FBI… um, yes Ma'am I'm the one who tried to hack into your database last year… no Ma'am that's not what its about… I need some information about Emily Prentiss… she's where?.. On what?! With who?! Oh, okay… can you do that? Thank you Ma'am." She hung up.

Within 20 minutes she was knocking on Hotch's door, he called for her to come in and she did, holding the pictures in one hand.

"Garcia are you okay?" He frowned.

"Well sir, I know why we haven't heard from Emily in a few months." She whispered.

"Why Garcia?" He asked.

"She had a baby." Garcia said.

"A baby?"

"Not just that, I think it Derek's baby."

"Oh, god that's where Morgan's going." Hotch said and brushed past Garcia. "Reid, JJ and Garcia, I'm sending you to England,"

"Why?" Reid said.

"You need to talk to Emily, all of you. Up in thirty."