A/N: Ok, I know the first chapter was a little short and to the point, but I really needed to move this along, or it would be ooober tedious to read!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming…"

Dory –Finding Nemo

"Hello, Emily…" Ian Doyle said from the back seat of Emily's darkened car.

Emily was froze with fear, a million thoughts ran racing through her mind…What the fuck is going on? He was dead, I saw him get shot, I watched them put him in a body bag! Oh, god what about Declan, Wheres Declan?

"I-I-Ian?" She said stammering, she felt like she was talking to a ghost, from her own personal hell. Her fingers itched to grab her gun, roll down the window and scream, but she couldn't move. Her body was a cage unto itself. Fear had her froze to the steering wheel, knowing there was more than likely a Glock aimed at her back…

"Hello, Love, did you miss me?" He said smirking, he could see her body stiffen at the sound of his voice, knowing her instincts screamed at her to move but she couldn't. "Pull out of the parking lot, Love. We're going to be late." He said sitting back gun still pointed at her back.

"How did you get in here? I thought you were dead, I saw them bag up your body, you said goodbye to your son!" She said breathily as she shifted the car into reverse, then drive.

"Allllll in good time, love, all in good time, now give me your gun, slowly." Ian said. Shakily, she reached into her holster and grabbed her gun with two fingers handing to him without turning around.

"Now drive." He said pocketing her gun.

"Where are we going?" She asked, hoping he would not say where she thought he would.

"Don't play dumb with me, Emily. You know what I want, I want my son, and you're going to take me to him." Ian growled in her ear shoving the gun into the back of her neck.

"Ok, Ok, we pick up Declan then, what? What's your plan? You'll never get yourselves out of the country! I'll never let you take him!" She said vehemently.

"Oh, that won't be too much of a problem my love, because you're going with us."

"Ian you've lost your mind, theres no way-"
"Stop and listen. I have passports, we have a flight to catch and I'm damned if the three of us won't be on it." He said warningly. "Emily, love, you're a BAU profiler. You profiled me for a long time, tell me what do you believe is safest? I'm taking my son, with…or without you. Either you come with me, or try to stop me. But based on the circumstances, I'd recommend the former, get in my way and I won't hesitate this time to take you out for good. You've got in my way for the last time… It's your choice. Consider this your second chance."

"Ok! I'll go, I'll go with you. Where are we going?" Emily asked frantically, driving on autopilot to Declan's school, thinking of ways to escape. Weighing the pros and cons of her situation, she thought Ian's anger at her betrayal would no doubt, snap at any resistance to his plans, and she wouldn't put it past him to put a bullet right through her brain, after all he'd planned on it before anyways. She considered Declan's safety, Doyle probably already knew where he was, just toying with her… yes, she had to go, she'd already risked her life and career for this child, she wasn't about to abandon him now.

"You'll see." Was all he said. Awesome, no help at all! Think Emily, think goddammit! The profiler in her head said that Ian posed no permanent danger to her or Declan as long as things went as planned. Just keep swimming. She thought silently. Suddenly a thought burst into her head, his gun.

"Ian, Declan is going to be very scared and confused, please, please put the gun away, he's terrified of guns. TERRIFIED. Just please, just put the gun down." She pleaded. The kid was already paranoid and gunshy of her gun, cringing whenever she took it out to put it away. The last thing he needed to see was a gun pointed at her back. He might flip and try to do something crazy that could get them both killed. "Ian, He thinks you're dead and he watched his mother and the woman who raised him get shot, the last thing he needs to see is your gun aimed at my head!" She cried starting to panic, Ian was not moving as he stared out the window at the children running to their parents cars and minivans. "Ian!" She snapped angrily, trying to get his attention.

He looked at her calculatingly, as if daring her to pull a fast one, he raised an eyebrow as she turned around to face him, her face begging him to think of his son. Slowly he tucked the gun into his leather jacket, still keeping it trained on her however. She turned around, looking frantically for Declan, biting her nails nervously.

"That's a terrible habit you know." He said with a chuckle and a smirk.

"Bite me, Ian." She said bitterly…She's just gotten them to grow a little too. Damn him…

"Oh I know just how much you'd like that, Love…I think we should wait until we get to where we're going don't you think, or would you like to do it right here in the car? Hmm? Wouldn't be the first time you and I—"

"Shut Up! You fucking bastard I swear to god, if you even think about—"

"Love, watch your language in front of my son, eh? I don't want him learning all your bad habits…"

Like you're a terrific role model? She thought rolling her eyes, but shut up anyways.

Emily inhaled sharply as she saw Declan approaching the car, unassuming, smiling and waving at her. Ian watched enviously at the relationship between the two of them, as Emily smiled and waved back. Emily is the mother Declan should have had all along. Ian's blood boiled at the thought of that stupid whore, Chloe Donaghy…He shoved those thoughts aside, as the car door opened.

Declan climbed in and looked over at Emily in fright and confusion as he saw Ian sitting behind her and smilng at him.

"Hello, son."

"Emillyy-yy" Declan stammered, "Whats going on? Why is he here? I- I thought-" He started to hyperventilate.

"Declan, Declan, calm down honey, its okay, shhh.. its okay!" Emily said cupping his face with her hand trying to calm him down. "He's not here to hurt us okay? We're just, uh," She looked back to Ian as for guidance about what to say. Ian shrugged and nodded, for her to continue. "We're just umm, going on vacation, ok? We're going to-?" Again she looked at Ian for an answer. She felt helpless, looking back at Declan desperately, trying to calm him, to no avail.

"Dubai." He said firmly. Her eyes grew large with fear; Emily knew exactly why they were going to Dubai, and her face turned white. Although the United Arab Emirates had a fairly good relationship with the US, they had no extradition laws to the United States…Doyle would be untouchable there, although the United States considered him dead anyways. They were fucked. But she couldn't let Declan see her panic.
"Yeah, Sweety, We're uh, going to Dubai! It's amazing there. Have you ever been to the beach?" She asked. Declan slowly shook his head no, and sat back to buckle his seat belt, face ashen with fear.

"Actually he has, Emily." Ian said speaking up. "Don't you remember Riccione, Italy?" He said raising an eyebrow at her in the rearview mirror.

Ahhh yes, Riccione, the Italian beach where she had first let her guard down with him, on a personal and intimate level. He had brought Louise and Declan and a few other staff with them. She remembered the two of them taking Louise and Declan down to the beach, watching Declan splash around in the gorgeous blue water.

"Ohh, yeah bud, you've been to the beach in Italy when you were younger, you probably just don't remember, but this beach is like, 100 times better than that one!" She said trying to get him excited. He smiled softly, biting his lip, turning his head to watch out the window. Emily glared into the rearview mirror, driving away from the school parking lot.

"Turn left, " He commanded.

"But, all our stuff, my cat—"

"The cat has been taken care of; we'll buy the rest." He said nonchalantly. "Make your way to Dulles airport, Love."

45 minutes later they were walking to the terminal Emily gripping Declan's hand for dear life, as Ian wrapped an arm around her. He'd made her leave her phone in the car, along with her wallet and keys. All she carried was her Louis Vuitton tote, she'd bought in Paris, that had a mystery novel, some Cheetos, her perfume, and sunglasses. Doyle had given her a new Chanel wallet with a fake ID, and a fake passport. Her new name was Emmeline Farrell, wife of Ian Farrell, and their son Declan Farrell, all emigrants from Ireland to America, on undetermined vacation to the lovely emirate of Dubai. She rolled her eyes when she saw her picture, and wondered where he found her old drivers license photo.

They'd made it through security and were boarding the plane, as Emily headed for coach seating, Ian redirected her towards first class, his fingers digging into her elbow she subtly dug her elbow into his ribcage, making his grip ever tighter as he smiled as the stewardess showed them to their seats in the back of the plane.

"I should have known you would have booked first class," she mumbled.

"Well, I know how much you like the champagne up here," he said winking at her. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Declan who hadn't said a word since he got in the car, or stepped out of it again.

"Everything's gonna be ok, sweetie, I promise nothing bad is going to happen to us," she whispered, brushing his hair out of his pretty blue eyes as he stared out the window, as the plane accelerated into the clouds. As she hugged Declan, Ian opened up a newspaper across from them and started reading, she looked at him briefly, and couldn't decide who she was trying to convince more, Declan, or herself?