well hello there, all. Sorry to have dropped off the face of the planet once again. I tend to do that, don't i? well here's your newest chapter. I'd like to apologize for dropping the 'will & i are separating bomb'…because before that convo will & jj seemed lovey dovey…well i guess it was sort of like my trigger for riley to do something about Ian. like i said…i sort of have a plan. i guess that was a little out of plan? but i'll make it work. i appreciate the comments like that because it helps me write (helps me remember what i've said…keep me in check with my everything). so thanks.
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FLASH BACK
"There's nothing I can do about it now, while you're away," JJ said sadly, into the phone.
"So now it's my fault?" Will asked angrily.
"I never said that! Will, can we please not do this over the phone?" JJ begged.
"Damnit Jennifer. You can't always get out of these conversations. Sometimes you just have to talk about it!" Will argued back.
"Will! We're not 'talking' at all right now. You're yelling and putting words in my mouth that I never said!" JJ exclaimed, "You're stressed, I get it….your sister is sick, but don't get mad at me. It's like you're bipolar. We just talked and you were fine! Now what the hell changed?" JJ cried, "This ALWAYS happens!"
"Don't go and profile me, Jennifer. I'm not some psycho that you can just guess about. Why don't you use those profiling skills to find Riley! No one is looking for Riley or Emily and it's not like I can, where I am right now and all," Will said irritatedly, almost mockingly.
"I'm not profiling you, Will!" JJ said strongly. On the outside, she felt confident, but on the inside, she was doing all she could not to crack, "And we are looking for them! But I have Henry here now and I can't GO anywhere because I have to take care of him, in case you forgot!" JJ said angrily.
"Well what the hell am I supposed to do, Jennifer?" Will yelled. JJ's breath hitched. She took a deep breath to compose herself.
"Will, I'll talk to you later. Go back to your sister," JJ said quietly, and with out another word, she hung up.
She threw the phone on the couch, and walked into her son's bedroom, to see he was soundly asleep.
"Good night, bud," she murmured, kissing his head. She flipped his nightlight on, and closed the door.
.oOo.
PRESENT DAY
"Ian, I'm going to take Declan out for the day," Emily said, walking into the living room, "He wants to go to the beach. Do you want to join us?" Emily said with a grin.
"No, love, not today," He said with a smile, "I have to do some work."
"If you're sure. You're gonna miss out though, isn't that right, buddy?" Emily asked the little blonde boy, running into the room.
"We're gonna build sand castles, and swim, and eat lots of junk! Right, mom?" Declan asked excitedly.
"Oh no," Emily said shaking her head, clearly faking, "We'l be doing math. And eating lots of healthy food," she said with a wink. Declan, catching on, not realizing it was a joke, nodded.
"That's right, dad, I forgot. We'll be doing homework," he said, suppressing his giggles.
"Well you two have fun with that," Ian said, ruffling Declan's hair.
"Where's Riley, maybe she wants to go?" Emily asked.
"She went out with that boy," Ian said shaking his head. Emily nodded sadly.
"Oh, okay…well, I'll see you later," Emily said, clearly disappointed. She kissed Ian on the lips, took Declan by the hand, and led him out.
Ian shook his head, and watched the two leave. Little did any one know, that Ian was angry, and he had a plan developing in his mind.
.oOo.
"Peter," Riley said gently. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Yeah, Soph?" He asked. They were sitting on a grassy hill, over looking the town center.
"I have to tell you something," Riley said quietly, "The truth," she murmured. He turned to face her. She moved out from under his arm.
"Please, don't be angry with me. I mean, I totally understand why you would be, but hear me out the whole way first, because other wise, I'm just gonna seem like a total asshole," Riley said softly. Peter looked very concerned.
"My name…isn't Sophie. It's Riley Prentiss. My mother isn't Lauren…she is Emily Prentiss…an FBI agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. And Patrick…his name is really Ian Doyle. He's an arms dealer and international terrorist…and he's not really my dad. The little boy is his son, named Declan. He's not really my brother, and he's not Emily's real son," Riley spouted, tears forming.
"Wh…What are…Emily…" Peter murmured. He was in total shock.
"Yeah…John Cooley is my real father…he and my mom were friends in highschool here in Italy…and they had sex and she got pregnant, but she got an abortion. And then fifteen years ago, she saw him again, and he knocked her up, but she kept the baby…and so here I am, today," Riley explained.
"So…why did you…Shit, Sophie, Riley…I can't do this," He began to stand.
"Wait, no please…There's more…and I really need your help. You just have to listen to me," Riley said, tears beginning to fall.
"I…ok…go ahead," He said, sighing.
"My mom worked undercover for interpol. Her assignment was to bring down Ian Doyle, so she posed as a woman named Lauren Reynolds…she slept with Ian for a profile," Riley explained, "And…she fell in love with him," Riley said. She went on to explain all about Ian's time in jail, Emily's return home to raise Riley, and then Ian coming back, almost killing Emily, her time living with JJ, and then Ian kidnapping them. Peter was silent.
"God, Peter, say something," Riley begged after waiting.
"Sorry…it's a lot to absorb… So, he tried to kill her…but she still loves him?" Peter asked.
"She seems to. She's been completely ignoring me…she's pregnant with his baby…I guess she does," Riley said sadly, wiping her eyes. She stared at Peter.
"I'm sorry…for lying. Do you hate me?" Riley asked, narrowing her eyes.
"No," he shook his head. He hugged her tightly, "I want to help you."
"I need to kill him. Plain and simple…My mom should be the one doing it, but I don't think she can. I don't think she will," Riley said.
"I'll do anything I can to help," Peter said.
"Well, the guy is an arms dealer, so there's plenty of weapons…that won't be an issue," Riley said chuckling, "I need you to take me to John. I need to meet him," Riley said nervously.
"Are you sure? This might freak him out a little, you know," Peter reminded him.
"I know, but I do. I want to meet him later this week. I need to take care of this thing with Ian first. But listen, Peter, you can't tell ANYONE. Because I'll be dead if he knows I told," Riley stressed.
"I won't. I promise," Peter said, "Will you be ok to go home now?"
"I'll be fine. I don't think Ian suspects anything is up," Riley said shaking her head. Peter leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently. They fell back into the grass. She snuggled into his arms for a moment.
"Be careful, kay?" He pleaded.
"I will. No worries," she promised.
"Thank you for believing me…and not running," Riley whispered.
"I can't run from someone I really care about," he whispered back, and kissed her forehead.
She was fifteen, and she was already starting to feel 'love'. She just wished her mother was there wit her.
Riley and Peter just laid there in the grass for a while in each others arms, chatting, until the sun went down.
"I should head home. Ian's and my mom are going to freak out if I'm not back…and I have to make a phone call down in town," Riley explained.
"You go down there a lot to make calls. Who do you call?" Peter asked, helping Riley stand.
"JJ…she practically raised me when my mom wasn't there," Riley explained.
"So you make long distance calls to America? Wow, worked a deal at Bodecelli's didn't you?" Peter said, winking, as they linked hands and started to walk.
"That I did," she said, laughing. They walked to town.
"You can go home, now," Riley said softly.
"You sure?" Peter asked, a look of concern crossing his face.
"Yes," Riley nodded, and kissed him gently, "But please…don't say anything," she begged.
"I won't. I promise," He told her. He kissed her again and walked away.
Riley entered the shop and walked to the back where the phone was. The old man nodded feebly, and she smiled.
"If you leave me a list, I'll get it done tomorrow morning," Riley said in Italian.
"Sounds good. I'll leave on the wall," the man replied back in his authentic Italian. Riley smiled and dialed JJ's house.
"Hello?" A little boy answered.
"Hi, is your mom there?" Riley asked. She didn't want Henry to know it was her.
"Ok. Hold on," He said. Riley heard him call for JJ.
"Who is it buddy?" JJ asked Henry.
"Don't know," He said and ran off.
"Hello?" JJ answered.
"Jayje it's me," Riley said quietly.
"Are you ok? Did you do it?" JJ asked quickly and briskly.
"Not yet. But I told Peter the truth….about everything," Riley whispered.
"How did he take it?" JJ asked.
"Well. He's in. He'll help me," Riley whispered.
"Sophie?" A voice said from behind her. Riley whipped her around.
"Riles, who's there?" JJ asked, but Riley couldn't respond. It was Ian.
"Dad," Riley murmured.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He shouted. The old man who owned the store was no where to be seen.
"Where is the man that was sitting there?" Riley screamed back.
"Dead. You little bitch. Who are you talking to?" Ian shouted, grabbing the phone out of Riley's hand and smashing on the ground.
"No!" Riley screamed as he took her by the arm and pushed her roughly out the door.
"Riley!" JJ screamed into the phone, but the line had gone dead.
.oOo.
"Ian! Where's my mom? Where's Declan?" Riley yelled, as Ian pushed her through the front door of their home. He threw her to the ground.
"Who were you talking to?" He yelled as he slapped her.
"Where are they?" She yelled in return, which earned her a punch, which split, and began to bleed. He punched her again.
"Fuck!" She cried out as she hit the ground, "Stop it!" She begged as he hit her again. He couldn't control his temper.
"WHO WERE YOU TALKING TO? I will KILL you and your boyfriend if you don't tell me!" He screamed.
"America! I was talking to JJ!" Riley screamed, tears flowing.
"WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?" He shouted, picking her up by her shirt and flinging her into the wall. The painting on the wall fell off and cracked on the floor.
"I just wanted to see," Riley said, her breath hitching, "How Henry was!"
"You're lying!" He roared.
"I'm not! I'm not!" Riley shook her head, as he punched her in the gut twice. As she tried to stand, he kicked her down again for good measure.
"Go to your room and don't come out. Your mother will be here shortly. And when she asks, you will tell her that Peter did this to you!" Ian said firmly, "Or I will kill him and Declan and your mother," Ian hissed, "Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes," she croaked, fighting back the more tears that threatened to flow.
"Good," he said, and he leaned in real close. Riley could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"And by the way, you may have your mother thinking that you've adjusted to your new life, but I know you haven't. And I know you were planning on killing me…looks like I beat you, though," he said cruelly and with that he walked away. After a few moments of regaining her strength and regulating her breathing, she stood, and slowly made her way upstairs to her room.
"If only he had beaten me after we were up stairs," she joked dryly to herself. She took off her bloody shirt and shorts, and threw on an oversized teeshirt and sweat pants. She climbed into bed, sighed and within seconds, she was sobbing.
.oOo.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"God damn, Hotch, open your door," JJ mumbled irately. Then the door opened, and there stood Hotch, in PJ pants and a tee shirt, rubbing his eyes.
"JJ? It's really late. Are you ok?" He asked. JJ shook her head.
"Come on in," he said, moving aside so she could step in. Henry was sleeping.
"Will still in New Orleans?" He asked her.
"Yeah…Hotch, Riley called me. And then Doyle walked in on her talking to me and he was shouting at her and she screamed and the line went dead, and I think he's going to hurt her Hotch, or he already has and I don't know what to do!" she explained in a quick whisper as to not wake Henry, who was sleeping on her shoulder.
"JJ, there really isn't much we can do. We don't know where she is, how to get in touch with her…" Hotch began.
"Can we track the number she called from?" JJ asked suddenly.
"What?" Hotch asked, he was obviously still half asleep.
"Can we track the number, if I get it from my phone?" She asked.
"Yeah…yeah, let me call Garcia. Find the number," He told her. She started scrolling through her phone as he talked to Garcia.
"Here," She said, "728-249-5532," she read, and Hotch repeated.
"Italy…of course..Tuscany," Hotch was repeating what Garcia was saying.
"Alright, Garcia, call the team. Tell them to meet at the BAU in an hour," Hotch said and hung up.
"What are we doing?" JJ asked.
"I'm going to call Jessica. Henry and Jack can stay with her. Call Will and tell him where Henry is. We're going to Italy," Hotch said firmly.
"Ok," JJ nodded, and she went to call Will as Hotch went to call Jessica.
.oOo.
"Ian, we're home," Emily called as she entered the front door.
"In here, love," He called. He was in the living room drinking a glass of whiskey.
"Where's Riley?" Emily asked, kissing Ian's lip, and tasting the familiar Irish whiskey that had practically became a part of him.
"She's up in her room. She's very upset. She wouldn't even talk to me. But that bastard boyfriend of hers kicked the living shit out of her," Ian spat angrily, "I was going to kill the bastard with my bare hands, but I thought you might want to assist me," Ian said shrugging.
"What? Is she ok?" Emily asked shocked. Peter seemed like he really liked Riley, and he seemed so sweet. It couldn't be true.
"She's pretty banged up, and I think she's a little heart broken. Go try and talk to her, love. I'll make sure this guy gets in the shower," he said ruffling Declan's hair. His family would consist of himself, Emily and Declan, and the new baby. Riley would not be a part of this if it was the last thing he did.
"Riles," Emily whispered as she entered Riley's bedroom. She flipped on the light to see her bruised and bloody daughter, lying in her bed, sobbing.
"Get the hell away from me," Riley cried out.
"Riley?" Emily flinched when her daughter shouted. She went to brush the hair out of her face.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Riley warned. Emily was shocked.
"Peter didn't do this to you…did he?" Emily murmured.
"He…he did. I don't know why. He did," Riley nodded profusely.
"Ian did this," Emily said standing.
"Mom, stop!" Riley said, grabbing her mother's wrist, "Ian didn't…" she lied.
"Riley. I'm supposed to be protecting you," Emily said shaking her head, and then she left the room.
Riley listened to what happened next. Riley thought, for a moment, her mother really did have a plan, her mother really did care for her.
"Ian, baby, is Declan in bed?" She heard Emily said softly.
"Yes, love, just went in," She heard Ian said.
"Well then let's go to bed, baby. We can deal with her in the morning," her mother said
"Alright love," Riley heard Ian say, and her mother returned it with a giggle.
"Ian, stop!" her mother giggled some more. Riley thought she was going to be sick. Just when she thought her mother was going to save her, her mother just beat her down more.
.oOo.
"Love, what are you-" he began to ask Emily. She pulled off his pants and through them on the ground. She pushed him onto the bed, and made her way to him, hungry with lust. He watched her, and he wasn't sure if it was the arousal or the pregnancy, but either way, she looked absolutely stunning.
"Shh," Emily said, as he took his lips with her own. She ran her tongue across his lips, and beckoned for entrance. Her tongue wrestled for dominance with his own, and while they kissed, she reached her hand down his hips, and pulled his boxers off. She put her hand on his member, and slowly started rubbing, as she lowered her self. Her lips parted, and she took his lengths into her mouth. She let her tongue swirl around the head, then she lowered herself onto it.
He threw his head back as she moved back and forth on his lengths. He came in her mouth, and she gladly accepted what he gave. She released him with a loud 'pop', and she moved back up to his mouth, and began kissing again.
"My turn," he murmured, rolling them so that she was on the bottom. He unbuttoned and removed her shirt, and began caressing her large breasts. He slowly undid her bra, threw that across the room as well. He gently kissed, licked and sucked her breasts, and then he moved his way down to her shorts. He unbuttoned them hurriedly, as he was starting to feel the hunger that she had felt. He removed her panties as well, and then there she was, pregnant, beautiful, fully exposed, and all his. He let his tongue trace the outside of her moist folds.
"Ian," she murmured, and he nodded. He swirled his tongue on her lit, before diving deeper into her center. He could smell her arousal.
"So wet," He murmured, as he began dipping his tongue into her core. She arched to his touch, and tightened her thighs around him, begging for more.
He inserted two fingers into her, and began pumping them quickly as he sucked on her clit.
"I'm going to come," she whispered. She bit her lip to suppress a scream.
"Go ahead," he allowed. He felt her center clench around him then she released, and a white hot orgasm wracked her body.
She threw her head back, and he helped her ride her ecstasy to its very end.
"Oh Ian," She murmured. She kissed him gently. She laughed.
"What are you laughing at, love?" he asked her, as he held her naked body tightly against his.
"The wild sex we used to have when we were younger," she laughed.
"Those were the days," he said shaking his head.
They fell asleep in eachother's arms.
.oOo.
"Hotch, what are we going to do?" JJ asked quietly. She was sitting next to him on the jet, her knees wrapped to her chest. She was usually so professional and calm, but she was a wreck now. Hotch had an arm around her protectively, like a father would protect his daughter.
"We're going to arrest or kill Doyle," he said firmly. That was all there was to it.
"What if he knows we're coming?" Reid asked.
"What if Riley or Emily or Declan is there?" Derek asked.
"Or if they get in the way?" Reid added.
"I don't really have a plan yet, in case you couldn't tell. I'm formulating one now as we speak," Hotch said, "so if you could all just…wait…I'll let you know," Hotch said.
"Great," Derek muttered, and he put his head phones in. JJ felt sick. She stood up and walked into the bathroom.
She splashed cold water on her face.
"Get it together, Jen," she told her self. She dried her face and exited the bathroom, where Derek was waiting for her.
"You ok, princess?" He asked.
"Fine," she whispered.
"Are you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No…" JJ said, biting her lip, "Riley's like my daughter. And Emily's my best friend, and if something has happened to them…It's just a really shitty situation," she said sadly.
"I know," he nodded, and he took her in his arms in a warm hug.
.oOo.
"Ian, I'm going for a walk," Emily whispered, kissing Ian on the cheek.
"It's six in the morning, love," Ian grumbled.
"I know, I can't sleep," she explained with a shrug.
"Alright," he said, "If you see Peter…beat the shit out of 'im, will ya?" Ian asked.
"Of course," Emily laughed. She kissed him again and left.
Ian reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a gun. He stuck it under his pillow and he rolled back over to go to sleep. Next Emily peeked into Riley's room. She was still covered in bruises and dried blood, because she had refused to let Emily touch her, and she herself couldn't get up. She seemed to be asleep.
"I love you," Emily murmured. Riley stirred, but did not wake up. She left Riley's room. As she walked through the kitchen, she heard a noise.
She peeked around the corner, to the mud room.
"Bud? What are you doing up?" Emily asked.
"Oh…I, uhm…" He didn't know what to say.
"Declan?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought you were Riley…I thought she was leaving," He admitted sheepishly.
"Why would she do that?" Emily asked curiously.
"She hates it here…she hates dad…and she's mad at you, too," Declan said quietly.
"She doesn't hate me?" Emily asked surprised.
"No. She loves you…she's just upset," He explained.
"How do you know?" Emily asked.
"She says stuff, sometimes…but mostly I can just tell," he explained.
"Well she's not going anywhere…so why don't you go back to bed. It's super early," Emily told him.
"Ok. Love you," He said hugging her tightly.
"Love you, too. And be good to your sister…she got hurt yesterday and she's gonna need some help," Emily told him.
"Ok," He nodded and tiptoed back up to his room.
Emily headed out to find Peter.
.oOo.
"Alright, JJ, you and I will head into town to talk to the owner of the store where Riley called you from. Dave, you, Morgan and Reid head down to local police. Explain what's going on and ask them to take you to John Cooley's house," Hotch explained.
"Cooley? That's Riley's father," Derek said surprised.
"The boy she's been dating is staying with John," JJ explained.
"She's dating," Dave laughed.
"She's almost sixteen," Derek laughed, "She can date." Everyone laughed. But then it got silent as they remembered that they had a job to do.
JJ and Hotch took off in a rental car into town. As they drove into the town, they saw a woman walking alone.
"Shit, Hotch! That's Emily!" JJ exclaimed. Hotch slammed on his breaks.
"Go," he told her. JJ ran up to Emily.
"FBI," JJ called, in case it wasn't Emily. The woman turned around.
"JJ?" She asked surprised.
"Em," JJ nodded, tears forming. Emily launched into JJ's welcoming arms.
"Oh, shit, I've missed you so much," Emily cried into JJ's arms.
"I missed you, too," She exclaimed, "Jesus, Em, you're huge," she teased.
"You were definitely bigger," Emily teased back.
"But still beautiful as always," Hotch said with a grin. He hugged Emily tightly.
"Why are you out? It's so early? Is Doyle here?" JJ asked.
"No…I wanted to go for a walk. Ian beat Riley badly yesterday when I was out with Declan. He told me and made her tell me that her boyfriend Peter did it to her, but I know it was Ian," Emily explained, "So I was looking for Peter."
"Riley told me that she told Peter everything…about her and you and Ian," JJ explained.
"We need to get back there. You need to arrest Ian. If not for everything he's done in the past, at least for beating Riley, and kidnapping us," Emily said.
"Ok. Our car is over here," JJ said.
"I'll walk. Follow behind. If I come home in a car he'll know something is up," Emily explained.
"Alright. Be careful," JJ said, hugging Emily again.
"I will," Emily nodded.
"Emily," Hotch said. He gave her his extra glock, "I'll call Rossi, Derek and Reid and get them over here."
"Thanks," She said. She tucked it into the back of her pants and started towards the house.
.oOo.
Riley tiptoed into Ian and Emily's bedroom. Emily was no where to be seen. Riley held the gun that she had found in the basement behind her back.
"Riley?" Ian asked sharply, sitting up. He hadn't been asleep at all. Riley pulled out the gun and pointed it at him. Her hands were shaking.
"Put it down," He told her firmly.
"Fuck you. You've been playing my mom from the beginning. You knocked her up because you knew she wouldn't leave you if she was pregnant! You knew that she would think she was safe here. That you wouldn't hurt her if she was pregnant. Then she would stay. You thought you were on to me? No! I'm on to you, though!" Riley exclaimed.
"Riley?" Declan called from his room.
"Go outside and play. Wait for mom!" Riley commanded. She heard Declan walk down the stairs without another word.
"Put it away. Or I will kill you," He told her. He lifted up his gun. In response, Riley cocked her gun.
"Riley, I will kill you. Then I will kill everyone you care about. You know I will. Why test me?" Ian asked.
Riley took a few bold steps forward towards him. Ian cocked his gun.
"Riley," he warned her angrily, "I'm giving you till three."
"I'll fucking shoot you Ian," Riley said. She was more confident on the outside than the inside. Inside, she wanted to explode.
"One….two….three…" Ian said. In that instant, shots rang out through the household, causing Declan to scream, and the FBI agents that were flooding the rooms and the house to yell.