Chapter 2

AN: okay so any and all French you see in this story is brought to you by Google translate and the internet... So if something is not right, offensive or in the wrong context I'm very sorry. I don't know a lick of French and I just barely slid by in Spanish.

Emily

Okay I'm out of here. I grab the duffle bag that JJ packed for me before I 'died' and pulled out a pair of fitted jeans, my favorite boots, -thank you for that JJ- and a long sleeved shirt. I dressed quickly stuffing my small computer into the case along with the charger, phone charger, address book, my identities, and the small photo album that JJ sent along. I started to walk out of the room when a nurse came in.

"Non, non, non, retour au lit!" (No, no, no, back in bed!) She pushed me back towards the bed. I haven't spoken to them since I got here so they don't know that I am fluent in French.

"Non, vous arrivez dans le lit, mon petit garçon est là, effrayé et seul, et je vais le trouver!"(No you get in bed, my little boy is out there, scared and alone and I'm going to find him!) The words just rolled easily off my tongue even though I haven't spoken French in years. She looked at me dumfounded. I just pushed past her and took off towards the exit for the first time thinking about what I just said, and not regretting a word of it.

On my way out I dialed number I haven't dialed in in years.

"Hello"

"Hey Justin, its Emily. I need a favor."

"Anything, I still owe for saving my ass in Rome"

"It's a long story, you still in the same old ware house?"

"Yep same one"

"I'll be there in 10"

I knew Justin from back before my days with Doyle. I have known him since my freshman year of high school. He was one of the few who knew who I really was. He was a major gun runner back then but he was never on the CIA's radar. I saved him from an angry customer 8 years ago. When I showed up and pretended to 'arrest' Justin under the authority of the CIA the angry man left, fast.

I arrived at the old warehouse 10 minutes later and Justin was waiting for me.

"Hey Em, word on the street is that you're dead."

"Yea that's part of the long story. Remember in the last email I sent you about a year back, I talked about little Jack Hotchner?"

"Yea, and his father that you fell for."

"Hey! I never said that"

"But I know you Em, I have since we were teenagers. You fell for him. Hard"

"Okay, yes Juss I did but that's not the point. Doyle has Jack. In the old bunker in Ireland, I need help getting to him."

"Okay I'm going to go call my pilot. Help yourself by the way." He said pointing at the gun safe in the corner.

"Still the same passcode?" I asked as he walked away

"Come on Em you know me. I don't like change" he yelled back.

I punched in the code and pulled out a small revolver and smiled. This was mine from about 10 years ago. I was staring at it when he walked up.

"Oh you found that did you? I never got rid of it because I thought you may want it back one day."

"Thanks Juss" I stuck the holster down into my boot where it belonged.

"Welcome, and I sent you an email, send that your team."

"Why?"

"Because as soon as Jean drops us off I'm sending him to get your team." I could always count on Juss.

"Thank you. Now I have to call Aaron."

I walked off and dialed Hotch's office number.

"Morgan" why the hell was Morgan answering Hotch's phone?

"Morgan, where is Hotch?" I questioned knowing he was going to be confused but I needed to talk to Hotch.

"Princess?" he questioned. Yep he was confused

"Yea Morgan it's me and I know you have a lot of questions but I have to talk to Hotch."

"Umm, he's not here."

"Okay, transfer me to JJ"

I hear the phone click and I wait a few seconds until I JJ answer the phone."

"Jaraeu" she answered. Obviously Morgan didn't tell her who was on the phone.

"JJ, where is Hotch?"

"Emily?"

"Yes where is Hotch?"

"Um he's home with Jack. Jack had been having a hard time since your 'death'"

"Well he's having an even harder time right now. Doyle kidnapped him. I'm going to call Hotch on his mobile."

"Emily wait! His number changed."

*Hotch*

When I was on my way back to pick up Jack I noticed all the police lights down Jessica's street. When I got closer I noticed they were in front of her house. I quickly pulled up and jumped out of the car. When I was denied access to the house I showed my badge. "SSA Aaron Hotchner, this is my sister in laws house. What's going on?"

"There's a missing child." A what? Where's Jack? Why wasn't the team notified? We are supposed to be notified anytime a child goes missing in the area.

"Where the hell is my son? The BAU is supposed to be notified when a child goes missing, why the hell was I not notified that my son is missing?" I roared.

I pushed past him and ran inside. I saw Jessica sitting in a chair. It looked like the EMT just finished stitching her forehead. Her husband was standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Jess! What happened?" I asked as I got closer. She got up and ran over and threw her arms around me.

"I'm so sorry Aaron. He forced me back in the door with gun. He knocked me out and took Jack. I'm sorry Aaron." She cried.

"It's okay Jess, it's not your fault, but why was I not called earlier?"

"The cops said that they would call you."
I nodded and my phone rang I was furious, but not at Jessica. I looked at the number. It had a very strange area code.

"Hotchner" I barked into the phone.

"Hotch, Doyle has Jack!" Emily's voice shouted through the phone. Doyle? Why would he want Jack now that Emily was 'dead'?

"Doyle knows you're alive doesn't he?"

"Yes, I'm on my way to meet him. I'm not going to let Jack get hurt. I sent you and email. Its flight information, follow it that private jet will fly you and the team to where I am."

The next thing I heard was the dial tone. I needed to call the team but before I could I heard squealing tires so I ran outside in time to see a large black SUV slide into a parallel parking spot much to small but it didn't hit a thing. Everyone jumps out, Reid was driving and I heard Morgan yell "Dammit Reid, you are never driving again." And Reid yelled back, very uncharacteristic of Reid "Well it got us here a hell of a lot quicker than when you drive!"

JJ just ignored them and walked up to me "We have our go bags, all of us. Garcia included, we're ready Hotch where are we going?"

"I don't know yet. Garcia! Here's my PDA Emily sent me an email should be titled 'Flight info' find it, we're flying somewhere. Reid, how long did it take you to get from the BAU to here?"

"Its 17 miles, normally a 25 minute drive that I managed to cut down to 9mins." He rambled.

"Good, get in the driver's seat, Garcia get in the passenger seat you have to tell him where to go."

She scrambled into the front passengers seat. "Yes sir"

Everyone got in the car and we were off.

*Emily*

I was pacing the jet, back and forth, and back and forth. This jet really needed to hurry up.

"C'est des conneries! (this is bullshit!) Cant this thing go any faster?"I yelled to no one in particular.

"We're going as fast as we can Em, and we have a long drive after this so just relax." Justin answered.

I mumbled a bunch of profanities under my breath. "Really Em? You just slurred three different languages together. I know you're worried but Doyle doesn't hurt kids. Not without a good reason."

An hour later we landed and I gathered my things, which wasn't much other than my computer case and jacket. I heard Justin talking to the pilot.

"Bien maintenant aller chercher Hotchner agent, je les veuxici des que possible." (Okay now go get agent Hotchner, I want them here as soon as possible)

"Oui Monsieur" (Yes sir)

When Justin got off with me I was a little confused. "Where are you going Justin?" I asked.

"With you, you are not going in alone."

"Yes I am! You need to get the team to the bunker. They'll never find it on their own." I couldn't risk him getting hurt. I already hated myself enough for dragging the team into Ian's territory.

"They have a boy genius and a computer whiz that's better than any other in the world. I'm sure they can find their way on their own."

I was getting kind of aggravated now. Why wouldn't he just listen? "That's not the point. The point is that the boy genius would get lost in a paper bag and Garcia; well she's better at the computer stuff. I love them both but neither of them can navigate Ireland. Please Justin?"

I could see him about to protest. "Please Juss"

"Okay, fine here's the keys, but please be careful Em"

"I promise, and thanks." I jumped in the car and sped off towards Ian's bunker.

Hours later I'm pulling in, in front of the bunker. I look at the clock and the team should be landing in about 2 hours so I can expect them here in 5 hours. I look back at the clock thinking never mind make that 3 hours. I know how Justin drives. He was taught to drive in dangerous situations causing him to drive like a maniac most of the time, and with this being an emergency he would be worse.

I sat there for a moment hoping I could get in get Jack and get out before the team had to be involved.

TBC