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"Riles," Emily whispered, shaking Riley gently.

"Hmm," Riley murmured, rubbing her eyes.

"Wake up, honey, we're stopping," she told Riley. Riley's eyes fluttered open. She grumbled.

"Where are we?" She whispered hoarsely.

"I don't know…a motel somewhere," Emily answered honestly.

"Let's get you inside so we can clean you up," Emily said. Ian was on the other side, pulling Declan out of the car. He picked him up and put him over his shoulder, careful not to wake him, and he headed with the motel key towards the room.

"That's the side of him I fell in love with," Emily murmured absentmindedly, putting her arms around Riley gently.

"Not the side that beat me?" Riley asked bitterly, pulling her mother's hands off of her.

"Riley?" Emily asked confused.

"Let go," Riley said angrily, climbing out of the car, careful not to hurt herself more.

"Riley, what is the matter?" Emily asked firmly reaching out to grab her daughter's wrist. Why was her daughter mad at her?

"Nothing mom," Riley said pulling away from her grasp.

"Stop," Emily said firmly, "I know you're scared-" Emily began.

"I am. I'm terrified. You said that you were leaving so that nothing would happen to me or Declan. You left, got yourself 'killed', had everyone believing you were dead, except for Hotch and JJ, who apparently lied to us, and now you, me, and Declan are in his clutches. Nice work," Riley said angrily and stormed off.

"Riley!" Emily yelled, but Riley ignored her and limped into the motel room.

"Riley," Emily pleaded and grabbed onto her arm. Riley turned to her.

"We need to stick together right now, babe. We're all we've got," Emily said, as one tear fell. Riley couldn't speak. She didn't know what to say, what to feel, or what to think. She shrugged, and walked towards the bed where Declan was sleeping.

"Bed time, love," Ian said. Emily cringed when he said that. Riley could tell that Emily wasn't ready to share a bed with him.

"Ian," Riley began.

"My name is Patrick. But you will call me dad," Ian said firmly.

"Right, sorry. Dad, would it be ok if I slept with my mom tonight, instead of with Declan?" Riley asked. Ian raised his eyebrow, so Riley explained, "It's just that, I've been away from her for a while, and I thought she was dead…and I just miss her is all."

"For tonight," Ian said nodding. He climbed into bed next to Declan, and quickly he was fast asleep, just like Declan.

"Riley," Emily whispered, when she was sure he was asleep.

"I know you aren't ready to sleep with him," Riley said, climbing into the bed.

"Thank you," Emily whispered as she slid into the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around her daughter's waist.

"Riley…I'm so sorry," Emily murmured.

"Me too," Riley apologized, "I'm sorry for yelling…and getting angry at you because this isn't your fault." Emily looked over at Declan and Ian, and then at Riley.

"I love you, honey," Emily whispered, kissing Riley's forehead.

"I love you too," Riley replied.

.oOo.

JJ sobbed into Will's arms. He held her tightly as they sat together on the couch, the tears cascading down her face and tremors shaking through her body.

"Will this is all my fault," She cried.

"Shh…cher. This isn't your-" He began, kissing her head.

"It is. I promised her I would protect Riley with my life, Will, my life. And he beat her, he broke her and now he has her…he has them," JJ sobbed.

"But Riley is okay. Because she is with Emily," Will tried to reason.

"How do you know that makes it better? What if that just makes it worse? She thought Emily was dead, and now she has to recover from that?" JJ said, the tears flowing rapidly.

"Cher, you have to-" Will began, but was interrupted by a tiny voice by the doorway of the living room.

"Momma?" the tiny voice of their four year old son, Henry, called out.

"Yeah, baby?" JJ asked, trying to calm her self, her sobs turning into silent tears.

"Why you crying?" He asked climbing into her lap. Will scooted over so Henry would have more room.

"I'm not," JJ lied.

"Yeah you are. Why you sad?" Henry asked, pursing his lips with concern.

"I just miss your Aunt Emmy and Riley," JJ said truthfully.

"Is Riley in the better place with Aunt Emmy?" Henry asked curiously.

"Oh god no, baby. No no….Riley is," JJ began, and then sighed, settling into the reality that Ian Doyle had created, "Riley is with her daddy, mommy and little brother." Will was wide eyed with shock when he heard JJ reveal this.

"With Aunt Emmy?" Henry asked.

"Yeah, but Aunt Emmy isn't in heaven…darling, Aunt Emmy is living with Riley's daddy and Riley's little brother," JJ explained.

"Not in heaven?" Henry asked, unsure. JJ and Will took Henry and Riley to church, so Henry was beginning to hear snippets of things from church and understand.

"No…right here on Earth, just like you and me and daddy," JJ explained.

"Henry let's put you back in bed," Will suggested.

"Ok, daddy. I'm sorry," Henry whispered.

"It's ok, buddy, it's just late. C'mon," Will said. He stood and lifted Henry off the couch.

"You ok?" He asked JJ, before walking away.

"Fine," she nodded, "Go to bed. I'll be there in a minute," she lied. He would put down Henry and go to bed, falling asleep as his head hit the pillow, but JJ would not come. She would stare at Emily's file the whole night, into the wee hours of the morning, staring at her beautiful picture, and JJ would cry.

.oOo.

"Good morning, love," Ian said to Emily. He put an arm on either side of Emily, practically pinning her to the bed. He brushed his lips against hers, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Ian," she gasped, as his lips engulfed hers. She broke away and looked to her left. Riley was gone.

"Relax. She's taking a shower," Ian said.

"And Declan?" Emily asked, flustered.

"Bringing his pack to the car. Get dressed. We need to get going," He said. Emily sat up, as Ian leaned back in for another kiss. Emily shied away.

"What?" He asked irritatedly.

"I'm not ready for this yet," she said, biting her lip.

"Fine," Ian said angrily, "But when we get to Italy, you better be ready to jump back into our old life style, Lauren," Ian said, and then walked away, grabbing the last bag as he headed towards the car.

"Ian," Emily called to him. He whipped around and dropped the bag. He started back towards Emily.

"If you are thinking about running or leaving, I will go out there and shoot them both right now!" Ian roared.

"No," Emily whispered, "I just wanted to tell you…that I did love you and I still do, but this is just…new I guess," Emily said with a shrug, "Not familiar."

Ian looked at her curiously for minute, and then wrapped his arms around her waist. She slowly and unsurely placed hers around his neck. He leant in and kiss her softly. She kissed back. It grew hotter quickly, and soon he was running his tongue over her lips, begging for entrance, which she allowed. His tongue searched through her mouth. She pulled away, but not before tugging on his lower lip with her teeth, gently.

"How about that?" Ian asked, breaking away from Emily.

"Very familiar," Emily said breathlessly. He walked away, picking up the bag, as she fell back onto the bed, speechless and in awe. She had missed that. She had missed him.

Emily let a tear roll down her cheek. Riley came out of the bathroom all changed and ready to leave. Emily wiped away the tear quickly and turned to Riley with a smile.

"You ok?" Riley asked.

"Yup. Ready to go?" Emily asked, standing.

"Guess so," she said with a shrug. They made their way outside to the car, where Ian was helping Declan buckle up.

"Good morning, love," Ian said, kissing Riley on the forehead.

"Morning, dad," Riley whispered.

"How are you feeling?" He asked Riley. It was as if he didn't think that he had hurt her.

"I'm better now," She lied. She was still in some pain, but she was ok.

"Good," Ian said, "Now get in the car…we have a few hours of driving before we can get on the plane to Italy," Ian explained and climbed in the driver's seat. Emily got in on the passanger's side.

And once again, they played the familiar routine. Riley stared out the window, Declan napped, Emily and Ian stared straight ahead, not talking, but holding hands on the console.

.oOo.

"Here we are," Ian said with a grin.

"It's…" Emily was speechless. It was so similar to the Tuscan Villa they had once shared together.

"That's right Lauren. It is," he said with a grin. He leaned in and kissed her. It took her a moment, but she kissed back, after remembering that it was ok.

"Sophie," Ian said.

"Yes?" Riley responded after a minute. She had forgotten that her knew name was Sophie.

"Take your brother inside. There should be clothes in a suitcases in there for you. You can wash up, pick your rooms, and then we'll get dinner," Ian said. He was acting so normal, and not like the cruel killer he used to be.

"Patrick," Emily said, finally starting to accept this role.

"Yes, love?" He asked.

"I'm not undercover this time. I want this…not just for their safety," She said motioning towards her kids, "But because this is what I wanted before. At first I was just doing a job, but then I really fell for you," Emily admitted. This was the first time she had told anyone this.

"And?" Ian asked, expecting more.

"And I want to do this right this time," Emily said firmly.

"Ok," Ian agreed, "I'm not the same man," He told her.

"You beat my daughter. You need to realize what you did to her," Emily said.

"I know what I did. But now that I have the three of you together, we can be a family. That's all I wanted. I lost my temper with her," Ian said shrugging.

"You can't lose it anymore, though," Emily said confidently. On the outside she exuded the confidence Lauren had, but on the inside, she was terrified of the way she was talking to Ian.

"I will," he said, kissing her.

"C'mon. Let's make them dinner. It's been a long couple days," Emily said. He took her hand and they walked in the villa together, swinging their intertwined hands together.

.oOo.

It had been almost two weeks since they had arrived at the villa, and Declan and Riley were already like brother and sister. Declan was only six, so they had him convinced that Riley really was his sister, and Riley was fifteen, so she was mature enough to know that he had to believe it.

Riley had even grown comfortable with Ian, who was truly acting like a father and not a terrorist. Declan got along with both parents just fine as well. It was truly like they were a family and not hostages.

"Mom," Riley whispered, as Emily kissed her good night, one evening.

"Yeah, baby?" She asked.

"I like this," she admitted.

"This…room?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No. I mean this situation. Although it wasn't what I wanted at first…I've never had a father, and Ian is actually…really loving. And Declan is adorable and you're still you. It all feels the same…minus JJ and Will and Henry," Riley explained, a tear falling at the thought of JJ's family.

"I'm starting to like it again, too," Emily said, "Good night, honey."

"Night," Riley said, and fell fast asleep.

Emily walked into her bedroom, where Ian was lying in boxers under the covers. Emily began undressing infront of him. She pulled of her shirt, revealing just her creamy skin and a blue lace bra.

Ian whistled, as Emily put on a tee shirt and unclipped the bra from under her shirt. She slowly peeled off her jeans, and threw a pair of shorts on. She slid into bed with Ian.

"Ian," She whispered. He was about to protest about the name when she said, "I want to call you by your real name in our bed. Outside, I won't slip up," Emiyl promised.

"Ok, Emily," He said. He stared at Emily for a moment, into her dark brown eyes, and he cupped her face. He pulled her in and kissed her deeply, his tongue licking her lips. Her lips parted and his tongue entered, discovering the depths of her mouth. Emily moaned in approval, as Ian's hands snaked down her side and climbed back up inside her shirt. He began caressing her breasts, never breaking the kiss.

He pulled of her shirt, and took her left breast in his mouth, flicking his tongue over her nipples, as they became stiff peaks. His mouth turned its attention for her lips to her neck, as he nipped at her pulse points.

"Ian," she murmured as his tongue trailed down her body. He ran his hands over her toned stomach, and began to pull of her shorts. She thought it would be a good time to gain control, so she started stroking his already hard member.

"Not yet," Ian said roughly, and began rubbing her clit slowly. He sped up and became rougher, which was just what she needed. She threw her head back as he inserted two fingers into her hot wet center, and starting pumping in and out, while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"Iaaaan," She moaned again, as he got faster, inserting a third finger. He knew she was close, so suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of her quickly. She writhed in desire and arched to his touch. He just laughed.

He lowered himself, and pulled her legs around his shoulders. His breath ghosted her slick folds, and he placed a kiss on her inner thigh. He began sucking on her numb and she began getting worked up again.

"Ian," she whimpered as he inserted his tongue into her core, trying to get to her very depths.

"I'm so close," she cried out as he quickened his pace.

"Then let go," he told her. And she did. Her core clenched and he was soon tasting her juices hungrily. He came up and kissed her after she had come down from her high.

Emily rolled him over and now she was on top. She lowered herself and took his hard member in her mouth, running her tongue on the head. She sucked back and forth and Ian groaned in approval.

She released him with a pop and came back up to meet his lips with her own. He flipped her back over and straddled her. They were both completely naked, and there were no words spoken, just a silent agreement. Ian entered her slowly, careful not to hurt her, which, when he had been with her years ago, he wasn't as concerned about, but he had truly changed.

She graciously excepted his large member, and he began quickening his pace, pounding into her. Emily cried out in pleasure as he thrusted harder.

"I'm so close," she cried out as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. He was just as close. Then they both let go and came together, his seed spilling into her hot white core.

They relaxed their hot, sweaty bodies on each other, and he held her in his arms, and kissed her. He fell asleep first. And as Emily fell asleep, one thought crossed her mind: they didn't use protection.