A/N: Here is the much anticipated Garcia/Ian chapter. Hope it livens up the story a little from the last chapter which was really dark and yeahh… Here goes! Sorry it's a little short!

Being good is commendable, but only when it is combined with doing good is it useful. ~Author Unknown

Garcia paced back and forth nervously. It had been 2 days since Emily had been taken. Isaac was due to arrive any second. She didn't know where Emily was, if she was even alive. The stress had been painfully apparent. She hadn't eaten anything or slept hardly a moment since Emily had disappeared. She'd talked to Isaac numerous times; he'd been detained due to a storm up in France. But he was on his way here now. Every time she talked to him, she had this weird feeling that she knew his voice from somewhere…

She'd managed to get to an internet café where she'd tried her best to hack into airport security and put Emily's picture up everywhere. They wouldn't get her out of the country that way. She'd wanted to bring in the team, so much so it pained her. But she didn't know how to explain that Emily had disappeared without worrying all of them while they were on a case. She heard the crunch of tires on brick and ran to the front door where Declan had been standing watch. He kept looking at her nervously as though he was waiting for something. He'd been acting very strangely since Emily had gone missing, but she'd dismissed it as him being worried about Emily. She heard a car door shut and held her breath nervously. She saw a man walk up to the door and her heart stopped. The door opened and Garcia thought she would surely faint.

In walked none other than Ian Doyle…

Ian walked inside in a hurry. He'd already been detained looking for Emily long enough, thanks to some damn storm in France. He walked in setting his jacket on the table in the foyer, and looked over as Declan came running over to him. He paused a moment, before he gripped Ian in a death hug. He heard Declan whisper, "They took her. They took Emily, Dad."

"We'll find her, son. I will get her back, I swear it." Ian said jaw clenched. He had no idea who could possibly do this. It had been hell enough trying to figure out who had taken his son. It was almost as hellish trying to figure out who took the only woman he'd loved for years and the mother of his second child. He'd been calculating a list of enemies in his wait time and had narrowed it down to 15 names, which was still a helluva lot of people to have hate you.

"Hello, Penelope." He said, finally looking up at the statuesque woman standing petrified in his foyer.

"How—What the – You—Oh my god. Oh my effing god." She said squeakily, starting to hyperventilate. She fanned herself in a panic, taking deep breaths. Ian sighed. He didn't have time for introductions. The longer Emily was missing, the worse her chances were of ever returning to them alive and with their child.

Garcia couldn't breathe. She thought for sure she'd seen a ghost. She'd watched surveillance footage for months waiting for his face to appear when they'd been watching Declan. But, seeing him now in person after she'd been sure he'd been shot to death on the tarmac, she couldn't breathe. She looked over at Declan. He seemed calm, almost relieved that Ian was here. Then she made the connection. It had been at the mall, when they'd found Emily missing Declan had asked, "Did you call my dad?" She'd just assumed that he'd been referring to Emily's new husband. But… there was no Isaac. There was only Ian. Emily was with Ian. She'd been with him this whole time. She was having his baby. She swayed precariously, she was going to faint, absolutely positively going to hit the marble floor. She grabbed onto the table to steady herself. Ian was standing there, hands on his hips watching her. He looked annoyed, impatient. She was terrified. She was standing in the house of a known Irish terrorist, who looked absolutely peeved at her.

"Ian? Ian Doyle?" She stammered.

"Yes."

"But you—You're dead!" She said.

"Obviously not. I'm standing here aren't I?"

"Bu-but—" She sputtered frantically, before he cut her off.

"Garcia! Garcia. I need your help. Emily is missing and the longer we take to get acquainted with each other, the longer she stays missing, and less chance we have of finding them both alive." He said firmly, leaving no room for doubt that he was not messing around.

Garcia inhaled sharply. Emily. Right. Emily needed them. If Emily and Declan trusted him, then so should she. At least for now. She had no idea what to do. But he was right. The longer they waited, the less likely Emily and the baby would be found alive.

"Wh-What do you need me to do?" She said breathily, mustering up all the courage she had in her to speak to him, face to face.

"I need you to run these names and see if anyone on that list has entered or left Dubai in the last 2 weeks." He said waving a piece of yellow paper in front of him.

"Bu- How can I do that? There's no internet connection here and I already trie—"

"I already took care of that. You have the highest bandwidth available known to man here now, and I assume you brought your own computer." He said looking at her sharply.

"Ye-Yes." She said taking the list from him, and ran to the dining room where her laptop was waiting. Sure enough, she looked down at the bottom corner and she was already fully connected to some high bandwidth wi-fi. She pulled up a program and started typing in the names he'd given her faster than anything she'd typed in her life. They had to find Emily alive. They just had to…

Ian looked down at Declan as Garcia hurried away with the list he'd given her. Declan was biting his fingernails. Emily. He thought, with a sad humor, mixed with annoyance. He hated that habit of hers, and now Declan was doing it. He rolled his eyes at the ceiling in an attempt to curb his irritation. How bad would he feel if something happened to her and the last thing he'd thought of her was irritation? So, he said nothing. The boy was clearly upset, and for good reason. He took a deep breath, before he said.

"Declan, I need you to go occupy yourself for a while. Can you do that?" He asked gently, taking Declan's shoulder.

Declan nodded sullenly. "Sure," before sprinting up the stairs 2 at a time.

Ian sighed. This was going to be a long day… He took another deep breath before he strode purposefully towards the dining room where Penelope had run off to. Together, he and Garcia had a reasonable chance of finding Emily. All he knew was he would find Emily alive. He had to…