A/N: Omg Thank you to those of you who reviewed I am so excited to check my email and those : )! Soon I'm thinking about doing a couple chapters from Ian's POV; let me know what you guys think about that. Just to add some more dimensions to the story you know? I feel like it's kind of one-sided right now.

People'spersonalities, like buildings, have variousfacades, some pleasant to view, some not.
- Francois De La Rochefoucauld

After they'd finished, Ian had thoughtfully helped her into the shower. Helping her wash her back and hair, and then drying her when she was done. He'd brought her some black and gray plaid pajama pants with one of his black t-shirts to match and helped her get dressed. They did all this is basic silence, before she finally spoke again.

"Ian where's Declan? Is he alright? I want to see him," She said concernedly, sitting down on the bed again.

"Declan is fine, Love. He woke up around noon. He asked to see you, but I told him not to disturb you; you needed your rest too."

"Ian he's probably freaki—" She started to say, panicking.

"He's fine, I said." Ian reiterated calmly.

"Well, where is he?" She demanded.

"He's in his room Darling, its 2 o'clock in the morning…" Ian said with a laugh.

"Oh… Well, what did he do all day? I feel awful, I should have been there." She said biting her nails nervously.

"Well, he came out of his room and started wandering around, looking for somebody, I assume. However, today is the house staffs day off so, there was no one here but the three of us, well and security. Anyways, Declan found his way to the kitchen where I was taking my lunch, so I offered to make him lunch and give him a tour." Ian said.

"Oh… how did it go? Was he intimidated by you? He really doesn't remember you a whole lot. Just bits and pieces of his childhood, mostly when you guys lived in Ireland and Italy. "She said.

"He was a little shy at first, but he warmed up a little as the day went on. I showed him the gardens, the beach, the yacht, the stables, and the rest of the house. I also told him the same thing I'm telling you now. Do not; I repeat, Do Not go into the basement, unless I am with you. Is that understood?" he said sternly.

"Aww Ian, you didn't!" Emily whined. "Don't you know when you tell a child not to do something, that is ONLY thing they want to do?" She explained exasperatedly.

"There are rules, Emily. And one of those is not to go into that basement, am I understood?" He said strongly.

"I know he has to have rules, but don't be surprised if you catch him trying to get down there. And if there are consequences for him I demand to be there. I won't let you hurt him, Ian. " She said firmly. "What's down there that's so forbidden anyways?"

"Business." Was all he said, which was code for weapons of all shapes and sizes. Emily shook her head in exasperation. She should have known he would never just leave the lifestyle he'd chosen. "Why are you shaking your head?" He asked curiously.

Emily gave a light huff of laughter, looking up to the ceiling to avoid looking at him. "You couldn't do it, could you?" She said

"Do what?"

"Leave all the bullshit behind you. You claim you want to start over with your son, and me," She emphasized, "but you can't leave what got it all taken away from you in the first place!" She said tears welling up in frustration, blinking them away.

"Emily, how many times do I have to tell you. I can't, it's in my blood."

"And how many times do I have to tell you: I don't want any part of that! I told you once before I wouldn't raise Declan to have your life. Do you honestly believe that is what's best for him? More importantly, do you think I would have turned you in otherwise? I offered to get you out, so we could have been a family, and you refused me. You gave me no choice." She said, letting the tears flow more freely. It was true, she'd had real feelings for him and his son, but she couldn't stomach the monster that he would groom that child to be.

Ian stared in shock, saying nothing at first. After a moment he spoke, "So you're saying if I would have promised to leave this life, you would have stayed with me, given up your career, raised my son, all if I would have accepted your offer?"

"Yes, Ian that's what I'm saying. I offered to get you out, we could have been together. I was willing to marry you. I gave you my heart, and you kind of stomped on it." She said chuckling through her tears.

Suddenly Ian got up from across the bed where he was sitting, crossed his arms and started pacing.

"How can I trust anything you say? Everything that's come from your mouth has been a bullshit lie. You had me sitting in hell for 7 years, without any thought. You moved on, dated other men, got a new job, a new life. If having us be a family was so important how could you just throw it away?" Ian said, now visibly upset. He kept his distance though, pacing across the room from her. Obviously trying to keep himself away from that tempered edge.

"Ian, you have to know how much I cared for you, I still do, even considering what you've done to me!" She pleaded.

"What I've done? What about you? You took my son from me, my flesh and blood. You had no right to hide him from me!" He yelled.

"I wouldn't have done any of that if you'd just listened to me!" She yelled back. "And so what? You wouldn't even claim him! Your own "flesh and blood" and you wouldn't even raise him as your own." She spat despicably.

"Now you see why? So people couldn't use him against me, and the one person I trusted with more than my own life, you were the only one who knew and you did exactly what I was afraid of!" He said angrily.

"I'm sorry, Ian, I never meant to hurt you. I only meant to hide Declan from that world." And from you… She finished silently, as she got up and slowly walked over to him, putting her hand on his arm to stop his pacing. His back was turned to her but she knew what he was thinking. His jaw was clenched, eyes closed. He didn't believe her, but at least he was controlling his anger towards her for the time being.

"Ian?" She asked after a couple minutes of silence.

Slowly he turned around to face her. His face was still tight with controlled emotion, but he finally spoke. "Come. Let's get you something to eat. We can more about this later." He said putting his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to kiss the top of her head.

Emily sighed. "Yeah, I guess I am a little hungry. Will you show me around afterwards?" She already felt exhausted, but she felt it better to try and reconnect with him, rather than push him away and risk another incident like yesterday.

Together, with Ian's help she walked down to the kitchens with him, while he pulled out some eggs. "What would like? Your usual omelet, or scrambled?" He asked.

"My usual." She said with a small smile. She was surprised he still remembered how she liked her eggs. Shortly after, her sausage, egg, and cheese omelet was completely devoured. She felt like she hadn't eaten for weeks. Her ribs were still throbbing, however.
"Ian, do you have any ibuprofen or something around here? My side is killing me." She said with a raised eyebrow.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out 2 large white pills. "I meant to give these to you when you woke up." He said with a pained look at her when he handed them to her.

"Vicodin?" She asked making sure she knew what she was putting inside her body.

"I'm not as young as I used to be, Love. Bad back you know." He said chuckling.

Popping them into the back of her mouth, Emily swallowed.

"Ian, where does everyone think I am? I assume you took care of that so no one would bother to come looking?" She asked pointedly.

"Ahh well, my housekeeper called Declan's school, pulling him out indefinitely due to a family emergency. And as for your team, I believe you should be making a phone call right about now," he said, pulling out his cell phone.

"Its prepaid, they won't trace it." He said. "You'd better hurry, it's about 6:30 pm there. Aaron might still be in the office." He said handing it to her. "You know the drill, Love, you needed a vacation and decided to take you and Declan to Barbados. You make your plan to return vague." He said firmly.

10 minutes later she got off the phone, handing it back to Ian. She'd tried hard to be convincing enough for Ian, without setting off alarm bells for him or Hotch. Hotch was taken aback at her abrupt leave of absence, but knowing all the stress she'd been under lately, had "understood completely," and had told her to take all the time she needed. Just to keep checking in periodically, he wanted to make sure she was okay. She'd agreed, said goodbye, biting her fingernails. She'd basically sealed her fate and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She'd left all of her friends and family behind, all to appease her arch nemesis, whom she had feelings for… What the fuck is wrong with me, she despaired.