Chapter 5: The talk!

A/N: Here is chapter 5, "slightly" bigger than the last, hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer in chapter 1.

Previously

He went through his contacts and found the names he was looking for, the alpha team was short handed and they needed more people.

And Grant Anderson was going to give them just that…

Chapter 5

The door bell startled Matt awake, he looked around him and saw that he was lying on a purple couch, but he didn't own a fucking purple couch! Where the fuck was he? The person on the door kept ringing and he thought they were drilling his brain out. He got up and walked to the door, since when his fucking apartment had a pink door? When he saw the angry face of the brunet on the other side of the door he realized just how not at home he was…

"E… agent Prentiss?" Emily looked at the man a few times. His hair were sticking right and left, his Star Wars shirt wrinkled, she also detected something in his eyes that she hoped it was just from sleep. "Are you stoned?"

"What? No! What? I just had one of those herbal shit teas Garcia has. That thing fucked me up I dozed off in the couch!" the man stepped aside and let Emily come in. "Go wash your face you look like death warmed over." Cruz left and went towards the bathroom, Emily knew exactly what Penelope had done, she probably made her "Special" herbal tea and the poor guy was probably almost stoned. "Jack?" she looked around the apartment, Jack's coat wasn't there, but she did found his duffel bag by the bedroom door, on the bed there were crayons and papers scattered around, she picked an envelope from the bed, Jack's messy handwriting on it saying "for daddy" she turned the envelope over, normally she would ask Jack if she could see it but time was running out and she couldn't afford to lose any more. She pulled from the envelope a beautifully painted picture of the park they usually are going when she is in the states too, as she looked at the picture she saw Haley's talent for painting had stuck to her son as well. She smiled brightly at the picture on the card, it was their last picnic, after Morgan's wedding, they all had spent the day in the park, enjoying the sunny day, it was an amazing day to be outside, the sun was warm, it wasn't raining and everyone seemed to be so happy. She opened the card and saw that Jack had written a small letter to his father, she was compelled to read it, she knew she should but she couldn't bring herself to break the boy's trust that badly. She carefully folded the card again and placed it back in the envelope putting it back on the bed.

She walked back in the living room, the room, as well as the house just screamed Garcia, purple walls, purple couch, pink, black and purple carpet and purple with black curtains. She smiled widely at her friends taste. It was so unique, so Garcia…

"What the fuck was inside that shit?" Emily bit her lower lip looking at the man in front of her, he was a bit better now but still… "Well its Garcia's special blend, she never told us what exactly it has but it's not wise to drink it. Unless you want to fall asleep." He groaned and fell back in the couch, "Vete a la mierda" Emily smiled and decided to mess with him a bit "No gracias" his eyes widened and he raised his head to look at her, "Please tell me you haven't taught Jack Spanish because I've been swearing in other languages the whole day to avoid getting my mouth washed."

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"Hey, it's Grant, Anderson from the BAU?"

"Oh hey Grant, how is everyone? I haven't talked to JJ or Rossi, or Reid in ages!"

"They are all well, as well as they can be. We need you to come back, soon."

"Something happened?"

"Yeah, I can't really tell over the phone but it's Hotch. How soon can you be on a flight from Boston?"

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Emily heard Jack's voice from the hallway and run to the door, as soon as she opened it the little boy and his companion froze in their spots "Emmy!" Jack run to her and hugged her waist tight, Emily lowered herself to his height kneeling and wrapped her little man in an equally tight hug. "Hey baby"

"I missed you Emmy." Penelope, who had Michael in her arms and Henry clutching her left hand smiled at the picture in front of her. She knew that a woman can be a mother even if she never had children but actually seeing it happen to one of her best friends was amazingly moving. "We did miss you Em." Emily raised her head and smiled at Penelope. "So did I P.G." she got up taking Jack in her arms, the boy had grown a lot since the last time she did this but he still wouldn't let her go so she thought why not.

"Jack, baby we need to talk remember?" Jack nodded his head before he hid his face in her neck. "How about we go to Aunt Penelope's bedroom?"

"Ok Emmy." His voice was muffled and she smiled at him although she knew he couldn't see her. "Say bye to Uncle Matt, he needs to go to work now." Jack said his goodbyes to Matt who left the house whispering to Garcia that they'll have a chat about her "special" herbal tea and the duo walked in Garcia's bedroom. Emily closed the door behind her, although she knew that she'll have to share what Jack tells her with the rest of the team she needed to give Jack a sense of privacy. She let the boy on the ground and they both walked to the bed sitting on Garcia's fluffy light blue blanket.

"Jack are you ok baby? You are too silent." Emily placed her index finder under the little boy's chin and raised his eyes to her face. She missed seeing him every day so much, he had grown so much since the last time she remembers him, although the last time was just three weeks ago and she knows that this is not possible, at Jack's age kids don't grow up that much in three weeks, but then again, they don't normally see their father arrested in their living room either.

"Emmy, am I really going to see daddy ever again?" she saw the pain and hurt in his eyes, all those things he went through in the past years weighing on him, he was too young to see his parents divorcing, he was too young to see his father in a hospital bed with stitches all over his body, he was too young to lose his mother, he was too young to see his father almost losing his mind, he was too young to see his father arrested in front of him. He was too young, period.

"I can't promise you that, but I can promise that me and the rest of the team we'll do everything we can so you will. Baby your dad is great man, he is good and kind and loyal, no matter what you'll hear about him you know him better than these people. The FBI will want your statement and they'll do whatever they have to, to get it, I don't want them but in order to stop them I really need you to talk to me. Can you do this?" Jack nodded his head and Emily smiled shyly. "Good, why didn't you talk to Uncle Dave, or Uncle Spence, or even Aunt Penelope or Miss Tara?" the boy in front of her didn't answer, his brow frowned in the same way Aaron does when he's thinking. Emily had started forgetting how similar the two of them were.

"I didn't trust them. You always say that we are a family and families help each other. If we are a family then why didn't they help daddy. Aunt JJ was there but she didn't do anything to help. Why? She could have stopped them; she could have told them that daddy wouldn't have done this."

"Jack, baby, Aunt JJ couldn't do anything; you and Henry were there too. If she did that she would have been arrested or hurt, and then who would have taken care of you two guys? You can't blame aunt JJ for that. She did what she had to do to keep you two safe. These men in the house, they had orders to do what they did, nothing was going to stop this. Alright?" Jack nodded a bit reluctantly, "Now, I want you to think real hard has daddy changed at all in the last months. Did he have any new friends?"

"No, he was happier because you were coming back; he was coming home earlier too. We would study together, and he took a day off to come with me to a science convention for school, he didn't have any new friends, Uncle Dave came over for pizza, sometimes, Aunt JJ and Uncle Will too."

"Any strange phone calls, anyone taking an interest in you at school or a new face at the soccer practice. Anything different or strange, anything out of the ordinary at all? Think, ok, think." Jack stayed silent for a few moments. His mouth twitching "No, well, there were a few calls a couple weeks back but when Aunt Jessica got them they would hang up and we told daddy but the calls stopped a week ago." Emily nodded; this whole thing seemed strange for her although she had to admit that the hang up calls were a little too strange. "Ok, did your dad change his behavior at all? You know maybe stopped doing something he used to do a lot, or picked up another hobby?" she was just fishing right now, she hated doing this, she was practically using the trust the little boy in front of her had in her to get the answers she needed (wanted).

"No, we started running, and we biked together. He said he might take place in this year triathlon again." Emily chuckled, always trust on Aaron to find the weirdest thing he could find as a hobby.

"Did he stopped ordering pizza all the time too?" she smirked knowing that there was no way Aaron was going to quit pizza, even though she was nagging him about getting older and that he needed to take more care in his diet. "Not entirely, but in the last three weeks we only ate pizza…" Jack paused and counted in his fingers the times Aaron had ordered in his greasy death "Only nine times." She calculated everything, including on the fact that since she had left for London after the copycat case Aaron only left Virginia once, that was probably eighteen to nineteen days of him being home at dinner. So only nine nighttime pizza dinners out of eighteen dinners that was a pretty good change. "I'm impressed!"

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"Hey, how's the little guy?"

"Oh he is a sweetheart Anderson. How is everyone? I miss you guys to death!"

"So do we! When are you coming back to us? It's been a year already! Your men and your little lady had you to themselves enough! Just come back!"

"Oh Grant you're cute! Don't worry pal, I'll be back in couple months."

"Yeah, here's the thing we really need you now. We've had… a situation… with Hotch. We need all hands on deck. So are you game?"

"Is he alive?"

"Yeah, I wish it was that simple."

"I'll be in Quantico in thirty."

"Thanks I'll wait"

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Dave's been watching Anderson from his office for the last three hours, the agent was calling nonstop, to whom he had no clue but his secretiveness really bothered him. And although his gut wasn't always the most reliable it was telling him that there was something going on with the agent.

"Anderson! My office NOW!" The younger man dropped the phone from his hands and got up from the desk in lightening speed. He straightened his jacket and walked towards the catwalk and Rossi's office, his hands were slightly sweating, he was always a little terrified of the older profiler, not as much as he was of Jason Gideon but still really terrified.

"Take a seat!" his voice was commanding, Anderson sat down on the chair on the opposite side of Rossi's desk "Is there anything I can do for you Agent Rossi?" he was surprised at how calm his own voice sounded although everything inside him was shaking. "Cut the crap Anderson, we have an all hands on deck, one of our own is accused of treason and terrorism and all you did the whole day was whisper on the phone. What's more important that proving the innocence of your boss?" Rossi's accusing tone took him aback; he expected to be asked questions about what he was doing the whole day with his cell practically sown on his ear but not like this.

"I don't get the accusing tone agent Rossi. What I've been doing the whole day is trying to help agent Hotchner just like you are, but I didn't came here to accuse you of actually wasting time. I might not be an active profiler but I took the classes too. I chose not to be in the field so far, not because I can't but because I wasn't ready. You've been wasting time. The answer isn't on why he would do it or how. The answer is who and you've been losing time trying to answer all those question with your three profilers, one technical analyst and one criminal psychologist. Don't you see? The person behind this had obviously the means and you have half a unit, you are right agent Rossi we do have an all hands on deck and that's what I've been doing this whole day. I've been getting hands." In a moment of brave foolishness Anderson got up and walked out of Dave's office without uttering another word. He knew he was probably fired but he also did it. He finally stood up to Dave Rossi.

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"Cruz!"

"Hey Matt, I heard the rumors is it true that Hotch got arrested?" Matt signed and fell back to his chair. "It's true Katie, it's true, I… I don't know what to do. I've got half a unit, Rossi went at Anderson and JJ almost ripped his head off, they are all at each others' throats. It's… I never really understood how much Hotch holds them together. He isn't just their Unit Chief. He… the team won't survive without him, if he won't come back, none of them will and frankly I don't see me sticking around for long either." He sounded defeated, worn out. he got up from his chair and walked to the window looking at the rain falling hard on the windows, it was late May, the weather was usually good but today, today it was as if the nature was mourning for what was happening.

"Do you need help?" he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, days like these he wished the god damn windows would open, just so he could feel the raindrops on his face, the wind, the cold. He needed to feel something, anything… he needed to feel alive, not these state of half arsed life he had going on in the last days. This job was hard enough, the alpha team was always the least of his problems, they were the ones that despite the darkness they face daily would make everyone else laugh and smile. They were the beacons of life and happiness while the rest of them were drowning.

"I do. I do Katie, I need so much help." His voice broke and he wasn't ashamed one bit when the tears fell from his eyes.

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Spencer took searching Hotch's office, while JJ offered to go through his bedroom, he was secretly glad she did because he wasn't comfortable going through his boss' underwear drawer. He had looked over the whole room; the counter terrorism agents had quite literally trampled all over the place, Hotch was going to be so pissed when he comes back and finds that they broke two of his framed pictures. So mad…

He walked to his desk and sat down on the chair, he immediately got up as if some sort of static electrism hit him, or maybe because he was half expecting Hotch to come in and kill him for touching his stuff.

"You know Hotch isn't going to kill you if you sit on his chair, those asswholes who broke the frames on those two pictures though… I hope they booked a ticket with NASA to Mars or somewhere." JJ chuckled darkly and walked to desk dropping down on the chair across from Spencer

"Kepler-452b"

"What?"

"Mars is close, they need to immigrate to Kepler-452b, he is 1.6 times the size of the Earth and the scientists in NASA have said that has the best chances of actually having rocky ground , it's 1400 light years away. I think that's a safe distance." JJ smiled at Spencer's joke. he smiled too, the smile never reaching his face "I miss him too JJ" that made JJ break, all the resilience she had, all the strength she gathered all day, first for Henry and Jack, then for Penelope, then for the team and last for Hotch, because he needed her at her best not the emotional wreck she had been those last days, all flew out the window, she broke down and let everything out.

"I was right there Spence, right there and I froze, they broke the door and I only managed to grab Henry and Jack, they got… oh my god, they got him on his knees. Hotch, the most proud man I've seen they made him get on his knees in front of Jack. I remember thinking that this is a mistake; this has to be a mistake or a joke, a very sick one but a joke. And then Jack tried to run to Hotch to hug him and the SWAT agents dragged him up the floor, pulled him on his feet, pulling him from his arms… and all I remember is holding him back. And now they hate me Spence. My own son too, Henry wouldn't look at me in the eyes… my baby wouldn't look at me in the eyes. I don't know what to do. I solely relay on Emily actually changing their minds otherwise… I just want things to go back normal again, the way they were few days ago, when Hotch was happy and with us and Henry and Jack were playing loudly on the living room. Is that too much to ask?" Spence walked around the desk and pushed the other chair closer to JJ, "Listen to me JJ, there was nothing you could do to stop them. They were here to arrest Hotch, were they a little too rough, yes, but that's their job. The SWAT unit isn't famous for their finesse, but the higher ups like them because they get the job done. We did too you know, we used them because they get the job done. This is a lesson for all of us. That means you too. You are a mother first JJ, you love those boys, we all do. Your first instinct was to protect them from the SWAT team, because you knew that out of the four of you Hotch was in least danger from them. I don't think he would have been pleased if you let Jack and Henry alone, scared and crying and went after him trying to stop the unstoppable. Rossi was right; the best way to help Hotch is to prove first his non guilt and then his innocence. Alright?" he offered her his handkerchief to clean up and he walked back to the other side of the desk "We need to get into his laptop but it's locked."

"His password is his and Emily's wedding date. October 27th, 2008" JJ said and Spencer typed the code. The computer's screen came to life and he smiled at the picture on his background "What?"

"His background picture is the one we got in Morgan's wedding." He said his voice soft, he turned to screen to JJ and she smiled, his desktop was one of the cleanest he had seen and it allowed all of their faces to be seen clearly. The all had bright smiles on their faces that day. They were so happy it was ridiculous "Another year like that might kill me" Spencer whispered, she turned and looked at the man in front of her "I know. I know" she turned the computer back to him, feeling already too much like a creep having gone through her friend's closet and drawers.

"He has a file called BAU Team, but it seems to be encrypted. I tried the same password as before but it's not working" he kept typing and talking, JJ felt the air stuck in her throat cutting her airway as if someone chocked her. "Strange."

"What?"

"I used Jack's birthday, his first wedding date, his birthday, Emily's birthday, the date his joined the BAU, the day he joined the bureau, even the date of Haley's death but nothing works. There is something wrong in this file. It looks… odd. I think we need to get the computer back at the BAU have Garcia take a look, or Kevin." JJ got up and grabbed Hotch's briefcase from where he dropped it a day ago.

"Gather everything I'll call Garcia."

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"Did they finally crash?" Garcia asked Emily when she came out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her softly.

"Yeah, poor guys were exhausted. It's a wonder they stayed up that long." She sat on the couch next to Penelope and buried her head in her hands. This was not how she wanted her return to the states to be. She wanted to be able to sleep in her own bed, with her husband, she wanted him to hold her and kiss her. She came back to be with him and now everything went straight to hell. She was angry at whoever was doing this, she didn't really believe in God not anymore, but whoever was pulling their strings was taking a sick pleasure in torturing them. She had fucking enough! She needed her happy ending and she needed it now. She was tired of waiting and wasting time. She lost him too many times already and she wasn't going to accept the whole star crossed lovers, bound to love each other from afar, after all they tried that scenario too and it didn't work out either.

"I'm so glad you are back." Emily raised her head and looked at the red, puffy eyes of her friend. "Oh Pen" she hugged the blond woman who immediately wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Emily could feel as well as hear Penelope's soft sobs wrecking her already tired body and her tears soaking her shirt. "I'm glad to be back too. I only wish it was better time."

"Yeah me too." The two of them sat in complete silence for few minutes. It's been a tough day, too tough. It was like one of these days that just nothing goes right.

"You seem tired, why don't you crash too?" Penelope asks her, Emily whispered no and just got up and walked to the window "What I have isn't going away with sleeping."

"You miss Hotch don't you?"

"Yeah." Emily stayed with her back to her friend afraid that if she faces her she won't keep her secret from her; it's not that she doesn't miss her husband, she does miss him but it's not what's causing her to look tired, or exhausted.

No, no the real reason behind her sudden lack of energy is far from that…

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"Penelope, hey it's JJ, look did Emily came over? She did. Good, we need you at the BAU pronto; we found something in Hotch's computer. No idea PG, it's an encrypted file and we need those magical fingers of yours. Alright, that's great, how're the kids? They did! Oh finally. Yeah see ya PG." JJ hanged up the phone as soon as Spencer was finishing in the study and walking out of the room.

"Everything alright at Garcia's?" he asked, he was holding Hotch's briefcase in his left hand, a sign so wrong in JJ's eyes, but chose not to comment on it.

"Yeah, the boys finally went to sleep. Emily landed just fine, she's over at PG's now Jack talked to her she said she'll be in the BAU tomorrow morning. You all done?" she asked, she wanted to get the hell out of this house, get the hell out and never step foot inside ever again.

"Yeah, all set up, let's go" they walked out of the apartment, JJ first, she stepped out, not giving a second glance inside, and marched out of the building as fast as her feet could carry her without running. Reid stayed back a bit, giving her the time she needed to process all that happened, what a big mess their lives had became. He locked the door and followed JJ out of the building and in the car.

The ride back to Quantico was a silent one, it wasn't awkward or anything like that just silent. After all silence is good, silence allows you to think, to compartmentalize, and she desperately needed that. They both did, only Spencer never admitted it.

JJ parked the car in the usual spot in the garage and got out of it not waiting for Spencer to do the same. The young man followed her slowly; he didn't want to be back in the BAU any more than she did. Amazing how much Hotch not being there had affected them all. If someone, anyone, looked at their group they'd never pick Hotch as the person who makes things easier for the rest. Most would pick Garcia, with her loud voice, bright colors and her muffins, cakes, drinks and pizzas in the bullpen waiting for them after a hard case, or JJ with her guitar and spontaneous dancing recitals pretty much everywhere, the plane, the bullpen, the hotel. It didn't really matter to her that much. Defiantly not Hotch, but he was, he was taking up extra paperwork so they won't have to, and he's always there for them, always willing to listen to them, always sticking his neck out for them. It's like he cares more about them than himself and to some extent it was true.

He caught up on JJ as she waited for the elevator ride and stood next to her, both of them looked ahead, knowing full well that the eyes of the agents leaving the building to go home were stuck on their backs, they knew what they were thinking, what they were saying, they all had heard the rumors. They were called fouls for sticking with Hotch, thickheads, even traitors, so quick those coworkers of theirs to give the verdict on a man that they don't even know.

"JJ"

"Not now Spence."

"Don't make me to stop the elevator Jennifer!" JJ knew when a fight was lost and right now she had lost this one.

"Hotch isn't guilty, you know that and I know that and what those baboons think isn't important." She smiled slightly at his words he always had a way of using the right words, her little boy wonder.

"I know." They both leaned back to the metal wall and waited till they reached the sixth floor…

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She got stuck in traffic, of course she was… it was as if the universe was taunting her, of all the days to get caught in traffic today was the worst day possible, she left the house running hastily strapping her gun in her waist and her backup in her ankle holster, grabbing her credentials and her go bag. She told her husband she didn't know how long she'll need to be in Quantico, she told him that Hotch was probably in trouble and left. He understood, she was so thankful he did, but on the other side they really did own to Hotch a lot, all of them did.

When she finally reached the academy and parked her car in the garage she sat there frozen, a quick glance at the clock in front of her told her that she took three hours to come from her home in Lake Ridge to Quantico, it was insane, this was a thirty minute drive, but nooo today had to be the day that all the drunk dump shits had to go on a road trip. She witnessed a major car crash on I-95 S and was delayed there for almost two hours till they cleaned the road enough for them to pass. This was a mess, she had tried calling Anderson about ten times already, she called JJ too, even Morgan, no one was answering. They were all driving her mental. Oh, if they were messing with her she was going to shoot them in the head, federal offices be damned. They'll have earned the bullets. They can't be that messed up seriously, she has a barely old son at home they wouldn't do that.

Taking a deep breath she got out of the car and walked to the elevators, her head high, her boots clicking unforgiving on the concrete beneath her feet. She felt powerful, as if she was going to slay any dragon that might come her way. And she was… she was more than ready for some slaying…

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Her mother had a saying; it's when you need something that everything falls apart. She packed a bag and kissed her husband on the lips softly before she bolted out of the door, in her car and straight to the airport. She reached there demanding for a ticket, she wasn't kind, she knew that but something bad enough had happened to Hotch, bad enough for Anderson to call her; she HAD to be there as soon as possible. The young man in the counter stuttered that there were no available tickets to D.C. and she seriously thought of throwing a tantrum she really missed her credentials right now. She told him she wasn't going anywhere and he better finds her a ticket in the next two hours or else. Threatening is low and a horrible thing to do but the hell with everything, she needed to be in DC yesterday.

The boy did it, he found her a ticket to Dulles and after two hours of waiting she was finally sitting on the plane on her way back to DC. She'll never admit it to anyone but she regrets leaving them behind, yes she had a good life with her husband and not playing her life heads or tails each time she comes to work is an added bonus but she won't lie, if she was ever given the chance to come back… she would.

They landed in Dulles with only minor delays, it was late though, almost 10:30 PM, she needed a shower, smelling like the airport she resided for hours wasn't something that she liked, but what she needed more was to find out exactly what had happened to Hotch, she knew that it couldn't have been something happy, if it was it would have been Hotch who would have called beaming, not Anderson whispering.

She took a cab from the airport to the FBI Academy and told the driver to get her there as soon as possible because she was late. He made small talk about the damn airliners never on time and she just nodded, the man probably had no clue… it was better that way. He was smart though and he stopped trying to make small talk with her after seeing her reluctance to speak. The rest of the drive to Quantico was a silent one and she couldn't be more thankful. Wonderful silence what a great friend you can be…

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He had just put his son to bed, the baby was extra fuzzy tonight, colicky baby wasn't a happy one. His wife (he'll never get used to saying that) had just came back from work and was currently waiting for him in front of the turned off TV in the living room with a glass of red wine, he smiled, life was good. It was finally good and peaceful… not that he didn't miss his former life, the BAU, the FBI, the thrill, knowing that the world was a little bit safer because of what he did. Hopefully he'll go back there one day, bless Hotch for actually talking him into taking the extended time off instead of the retirement package. Nothing get's by that man. He was walking down the stairs when he heard the sound of glassed shattering in the living room and the frantic calls of his wife following it screaming for him to come there right NOW. His blood froze, years into law enforcement he knew those sounds never meant anything good. And he did, he bolted down the stairs and turned his head frantically around trying to find the danger, no windows were broken though, and his wife was standing there without blood coming out of anywhere, but with tears running down her cheeks… wait… tears?

"Baby what's wrong?" he asks and walks to her wrapping his arms around her.

"Pen… Penelope called… Hotch was arrested for treason and terrorism." Then his blood had run cold…

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Anderson had went to the bathroom and took out his cell phone, after his encounter with agent Rossi he started being more careful, not give the older man any other reason to get him fired. He tried calling them again but they wouldn't answer. He was worried, he heard about the car crash in I-95 and it seemed to be pretty terrible one, so far three people were dead and ten others had been transported to the nearest hospital in critical condition. Of all the days… it had to be today… it just had to be today.

He splashed some cold water on his face trying to get his composure back, (he failed miserably) still tried because why not, and walked out of the men's room.

"Agent Anderson."

"Chief Cruz." Of-Fucking-Course!

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Emily gave in and walked in Penelope's bedroom, she first said she didn't need to worry the little boy but she couldn't sleep, she needed to know that he was at least alright; being away from Aaron like that was seriously dumping her mood. This wasn't how she had imagined coming back to the states would go at all. She should have called him the moment she found out and told him, she should have been on a plane as soon as she learned it. Why the hell didn't she pick up the phone to call him immediately? Yes it was too early, and sure she didn't want to get his hopes up for no reason but she had all the signs, every single one, she was late, her boobs hurt, she was nauseous a lot, getting sick even more, she felt tiered and run to the bathroom way too much…

"Emmy?" she turned her head to the little boy, he rubbed his eyes with his little fist and her heart clutched, he looked just like Aaron did when he woke up. She knew, deep down she knew that using a ten year old boy to get over the fact that she might not see his father again wasn't fair or even right, but she couldn't stop herself, purring her love and care into Jack was the only way she could think to fill the void in her soul. She walked to the bed and kneeled down in front of him, she pushed some stray strands from his eyes and smiled at the sleepy boy in front of her "What's wrong baby?" he yawned and Emily smiled, it was the purest sight she had seen.

"I can't sleep, can you sleep here with us?" his voice was shaking a bit and she told him to move forward in the bed to make some space for her too.

"Emmy?"

"Yeah baby." She tightened her hold on his little body and he snuggled closer to her chest.

"Do you think daddy will agree if I ask him for a baby sister or brother?" her breath was caught in her throat and she answered the question before she even thought about it.

"I'm sure he will, in fact you might get one sooner than you think."

A/N: Muhahaha, I'm a bad bad person… I know. Sorry for that. Next chapter might take a bit longer than usually, since I'm starting school again, I'll try to update as much as I can. I hope you like this story so far, I know I'm enjoying writing it. Who do you think Anderson had already called? Who would you like to see coming back as well? By the way I want to thank you all for the reviews, I don't replay mostly because I'm almost all the time online from my tablet and kinda sucks, but I do read them all and they do make me really happy, so keep them coming.

As always let me know your thoughts… and till next time, BYE!

What a sneak peak?

Oh fine here it is.

He's been questioned, dragged around and treated like the worst kind of humanity. The once proud and kept together Unit Chief was long gone. He was beaten down, broken and so damn tiered. He didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't care about his reputation, his job, even his life. They had ruined everything. He couldn't even face his son and he hated that the last memory he'll have of him would be being dragged outside of his apartment in cuffs, he hated that the last image of his boy he had was of him crying and straggling against JJ's arms to set himself free. Because he knew, once this was over and he was behind bars he wouldn't stay there for long. He would die, now would it be by his inmates or his own hand he hadn't decided yet, who he was kidding he had decided, one last shred of control he had and he was going to use it. If his life was going to end it was going to do so with his own rules. He'd kill himself…