A/N: Hey guys I'm back again. I've been listening to a LOT of music and I think it's inspired me to write this morning. Here is the link to the playlist I've been listening to: http:/ /p/22551287563 (I had to put a space between the http cuz it wouldn't post for some reason!. Its 4:30 am while I'm typing so we'll see how far I get… lol OH. Fyi When I finish it, I'll be posting the link for my music video. I found a perfect song, very Love/Hate ish : )) Also Semi-racy sex scene at the end, probably NSFW. Enjoy!

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
Don't you wanna hold each other tight?
Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
We can make forever feel this way
Don't you wanna stay?

-Don't You Wanna Stay- Jason Aldean feat. Kelly Clarkson

IAN'S POV—2 Weeks later…

Ian sipped lightly on a glass of gin he was nursing… He was content, but thinking hard.

He had thought things with Emily were finally starting to look up. Her withdrawal had finally began to subside for good. That morning she had woke him up to make her breakfast, they'd finally began to be romantic with each other for the first time since before he'd left.

But… something was still wrong with her. She'd become distant lately, he knew she was very uncomfortable. She was restricted to bed rest for everything but to use the bathroom. He'd recently discovered that she had paid one of the house keepers to sneak her in a pack of Newports and she'd been smoking on the balcony in the middle of the night. He'd thought about confronting her. She knew how much he hated when she smoked. She knew how bad it was for the baby, but he hadn't. He was trying to pick and choose his battles with her. The constant fighting had to stop, it was stressful on her and the baby and him for that matter. He had resisted drinking for the majority of the time, but tonight, tonight was…life altering.

. He'd woken up to hear her crying, sobbing uncontrollably on the balcony. She'd looked so beautiful out in the moonlight, wind lightly blowing her dark hair around her, cigarette in hand. He'd crawled out of bed, and walked out onto the balcony. He was a silent stepper, always had been light on his feet, and he'd startled her. She knew she was busted. She'd tried to ditch her cigarette, but not soon enough.

"I-Ian I, I just needed someth—"

"Emily, why don't you just drink a bottle of wine, or huff some paint thinner?" He'd said snidely, insensitively, despite the fact that she'd been obviously crying. He'd been trying to avoid having this conversation, hoping it had been a one time thing.

"Ian! No-no I didn't mean to hurt—" She'd pleaded, eyes still watering…

"Be quiet Emily. I don't want to hear it anymore…" He'd said walking back into the bedroom. He'd gone out there to see what was wrong, but her attempt to hide things, lie, and make excuses had pissed him off. She wouldn't tell him what was really wrong anyways. He could tell when she was lying. He always had been able to read her like a book. It's how he knew back in Italy she'd really cared for him. It's why he'd done all of this for them, but she still wouldn't accept that this was her life now. She wouldn't let him in like she'd done back then.

He crawled back into bed, turning away from her direction. He didn't want to fight. Minutes later she came crawling into their bed. He could feel her eyes boring into his back.

"Ian?" She whispered.

"What Emily?" He asked, not bothering to turn and look at her.

"Look at me. Please." She said putting a hand on his shoulder.

Reluctantly he turned to face her, sighing. This wasn't promising to be good.

"I'm scared." She said.

"Of what? You're safe now, no one will ever get at you again I swear to you." He said trying to relax himself.

"No, of the baby. What—What if I'm a horrible mom? I'm going to be all alone, I have no friends, no family, here. It's—it just makes me sad. I worry about what if something happens to you, what if it doesn't like me? What if something bad happens again?" She said her lip quivering. She was trying not to cry in front of him, trying to put on a brave face.

He'd expected this. He sighed, he rolled onto his back and faced the ceiling. He didn't know what to say. It's not like they could just move back to DC and live in a cul-de-sac, its not like she could go back to her job anymore, she'd quit. What was left for her back there? She wasn't close to her family anyways… He thought he could give her anything in the world except what she wanted.

"Emily, we can't go back." He said slowly. He knew this would hurt her.

"Why not? I won't be working at the BAU anymore, but I could see my friends, we could have neighbors, have a REAL family life, the kids could go to school again, no one would have to know who you are or what you've done. You just have to give up your business. And we could be NORMAL. Happy." She pleaded, she grabbed his arm begging him. He squeezed his eyes shut. This was the same shit, different toilet. What she didn't know is that he was actually considering it. He'd been thinking about it since he'd got her home. First his son, then his wife and unborn child? It was becoming too dangerous. He'd been planning an exit strategy for weeks now, but he didn't want her to get her hopes up.

"Emily, I just don't think it's a good idea. You know, considering…"

"But, the government thinks you're dead! They cremated "your" ashes and are probably held in an evidence lock up somewhere!" She said emphatically. This was the closest he'd ever come to acknowledging her pleas. "Plus! Even if they did arrest you, for whatever, some stupid shit, your fingerprints wouldn't even be in the system, because the person they already arrested and processed was your twin, and twins don't have the same fingerprints!" She sat up on the bed now, looking at him with her big brown eyes. Damn those eyes, they were irresistible. Ian couldn't even believe what was coming out of her mouth. He couldn't believe he was thinking about it. He had plenty of money, and after selling this place, and getting out of the business, there was a good chance they'd be set for life, and their kids could go to an Ivy League school no problem.

"Emily… let me think about it." He said reluctantly, rubbing his temples, this lunacy was going to give him a headache. Next he knew, she'd flung herself on top of his chest, knocking all the air out of him.

"Emillllllyyy…" He said warningly. "I said I'd think—"

"Thank you thank you thank you! You won't regret it I swear. I promise, we can be a normal family, just like you wanted!" She squealed.

He rolled his eyes. Guess they were moving back to DC… Yippee.

"It may take a while, there are some things that need to be done, we have to sell this place, find a new house, and I need to finish some business."

"Can we please be there by the time the baby comes?" She begged.

"I can't promise that, but we'll get there, can that be enough for you right now?" He said placing his hands on her hips as she sat up on him.

"I guess," she said. Then, she did something very unexpected of her. She wiggled herself down and started to pull down his pajama pants.

"Emily, what are yo—" he started, but she put a finger up to his mouth to silence him.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, which was growing by the millisecond. Ian laid his head back down as she put her soft lips around the tip, going down on him. Ian groaned in enjoyment as her mouth moved up and down on his dick, it had been a long time since she'd wanted to do anything like this, years actually. He grabbed her wrists that were on his hips and pulled her off, bringing her up to meet his lips, he kissed her passionately, pulling her silk slip off exposing her naked body. She was straddled him, lowering herself slowly onto his hard cock. He watched her carefully, he didn't want to hurt her, if she was feeling pain down there still.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, brushing her hair out of her face. She just nodded, he wrapped his arms around her back, kissing up and down her neck, and the soft spot behind her ear that she liked… She moaned arching her back as she rode him. He licked her nipple, as his other hand massaged her breast gently. He could feel her moving towards climax already. So was he. They made slow, intimate love, for the first time, in a very long time. Most of their sex had revolved around heat of the moment urges, pure lust. But for the first time since he'd been back with her, they made love for real. Like they'd used to. After what seemed like hours of sensual intimacy, he felt her cunt tighten unmistakably in sweet agony of climax, she threw her head back as she screamed his name. He dug his fingers into her back as he buried his mouth in crux of her shoulder, and filled her completely with his cum. She leaned in kissing him on the mouth deeply one last time, before slowly crawling off of him, and limping to the bathroom.

Ian lay there panting, he got up and followed her into the bathroom. They cleaned up and Emily asked him if he cared if she smoked one last time. He shook his head. He watched her light up, and exhale the minty smoke in the moonlight and poured himself a glass of gin. He sipped slowly, following her onto the balcony. She smiled at him, her half naked body positively glowing, he didn't know if it was an after-sex glow or the glow of pregnancy, or if she was just happy with him for once. All he knew was Emily Prentiss had never looked more beautiful to him than she did right now.

Eventually her cigarette went out and she limped back to bed, he told her he'd join her in a moment. He took another sip of his gin, thinking hard. Guess we're going back to DC…