A/N: Hey guys! K so since fanfiction dot net sucks the big one, it refuses to let me post links to anywhere, I.E. my Ian/Emily playlist, or youtube vids! SO: If you wanna watch the music vids, go to youtube and type in: xXluluXx320 that's my username and it will pull up a vid that says Emily Prentiss/Ian Doyle, click that one then you should be able to find the other one. There are 2 Em/Ian vids and a twilight one! And if you do watch them be sure to comment and let me know what you think!

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Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.
Benjamin Franklin

1 ½ Months Later

*Slam!*

Ian grabbed his jacket off the hook in the garage and fumbled for his keys. He could hear Emily screaming from inside the house.

"Go Fuck Yourself!" He yelled back, opening the door to the Mercedes. Immediately the smell of that damned Pina Colada air freshener assaulted his nose. Goddamn it. Wrong one. That's the problem with getting bloody identical cars, he thought irritatedly. He got out, and walked to the other shiny black car parked next to it. He needed to get out of here. Quickly.

They'd been back in DC almost two months now. Emily was a tad more than 8 months pregnant and things had been going great, until this morning. It had started out fine. A normal Saturday morning for them. He'd gotten up, took their new dog, a blue pit bull named Poseidon, or Posse as Declan called him, for a walk, come back and woken up Declan and they made breakfast together, then woke up Emily and they all ate a nice breakfast as a family.

Then things started to go south. Garcia had called Emily in a panic. Derek had seen Emily and Declan and himself at a grocery store in Fairfax County, closer to the city. He hadn't gotten a good look, but he had mentioned it to Garcia, asking if she'd heard from Emily recently. So far Garcia was the only one who knew they had come back into the States, and he'd ground his teeth on that one. They hadn't figured out a way to tell everyone, well… anything.

They couldn't say he was himself. Hotch and Derek would never stop hunting him, but if he showed himself, it would be about obvious who he was. Now while it was the God's honest truth that he did in fact have, well had, a twin, it was doubtful anyone on her former team would buy it. Emily, wanting to be the peacemaker, wanted to tell them all, one at a time, promising they would understand, once they saw her, that she was okay and happy… and very pregnant. He had told her absolutely NOT. No chance in hell he was having the BAU poke around their lives, friends or not. She knew they were relentless, at least the men… and they hated him. Every last one of them. The only reason Garcia didn't was because it was in her nature to be forgiving and friendly, but that didn't necessarily mean she trusted him. She did come over occasionally to have dinner with them or babysit Declan. She'd become more comfortable around him, but between the three of them they had no idea how to tell the story.

Emily had been furious at his refusal. She'd told him he didn't care about her feelings and blah blah blah… He'd heard it all before. It wasn't their first fight, and it sure as hell wouldn't be their last. He'd been more than lenient with her, hell he'd been bending over backwards for her! He'd given up his career, his whole life, just to be a family with her and his son, and their future child. The fights they'd had recently had been petty arguments but this one, this one had been a little more. She'd pushed him in the hallway and he'd tripped over one of Declan's damned remote control trucks that he'd been told to pick up three times already. He'd fallen backwards, but caught himself on the railing next to him. And the next thing he knew, he was walking away from Emily who was on the floor her mouth bleeding onto the white carpet, and the toy truck was smashed into a billion little pieces on the floor at the end of the hallway behind her.

He didn't even know what he'd done and he didn't want to. He just wanted to get the hell out of here before he did something that hurt the baby, or her (anymore) than he apparently had…

He drove around looking for something to do. Any other time he would have gone to drink, but he didn't have a bloody car service anymore so, drunk driving was a no. He got onto an interstate heading for downtown DC. He didn't know where he was going and wasn't really sure he had a clue how to get back, thank god almighty this damned car had GPS.

"Find Florist." He grumbled at the Bluetooth. Seeing as how he couldn't remember what he'd done, he'd need some hardcore ammunition to get back into Emily's good graces. "Nevermind, Find Jewlery Store." He commanded. He rolled his eyes as the woman's annoying voice came over the speaker telling him that she had found 459 Jewelry stores in a 50 mile radius of DC. He just picked the first one on the list, also being the closest, and let the GPS guide him. 2 Hours later he was headed out of the store with a bag full of expensive ass jewelry that probably cost about as much as their house had. He'd gotten her a Chocolate diamond pendant necklace in the shape of her favorite flower, with a white gold stem and chain. Then he'd bought her a platinum BVLGARI watch and some Harry Winston diamond earrings.

On his way home, he wondered what kind of shit storm he was about to walk into. She'd called about 12 times since he'd left and he hadn't answered any of them. What was he supposed to say? Sure Emily, we can tell your former boss, and the rest of your very nosy and relentless team that I have resurrected myself from the dead and blessed you with the gift of my offspring? Yes, that would go over SO well…

All he could picture was her crumpled on the floor, in front of the end table in the hallway, mouth bleeding all over the floor. Her hands covered her mouth so he hadn't been able to see where the blood was precisely coming from, and at the time he hadn't cared. He hadn't started this fight. He hadn't made the first blow. She'd pushed him first! He shook his head as he pulled back into the driveway of their gated community home. It looked a little too cookie cutter for him, hell there were about 12 other massive houses with almost the same floor plan as theirs, but it was in a safe, secured neighborhood, and in a cul de sac. For Emily. He shut the car off and closed the garage door. He didn't get out of the car yet. He wasn't sure what he'd done, how bad the damage was…

Slowly the door that led into the house opened a crack and a little blonde head stuck out from behind the door. Declan. Ian sighed, looking down at his hands that still gripped the steering wheel. Shit. God. Just when things were finally starting to look good for their family, he thought he'd been changing for the better, but maybe he'd never change. He wanted his son to look up to him, not hide behind the door, or even follow in his previous footsteps, even though that had always been his original plan way back when, in Italy.

Looking up, he used two fingers to motion Declan over to him. Declan slowly tip-toed over to Ian who stood up out of the car.

"How bad is your Mother?" Ian asked sternly, hands on his hips. Declan had taken to calling Emily "Mom" lately and Ian felt it was appropriate, she was for all intensive purposes his mother. Had, been, for a long time in his eyes.

"She seems okay …" He said hands behind his back spinning side to side.

"What is she doing now?" Ian asked crossing his arms looking behind Declan at the doorway, where Posiedon stood drooling, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.

"Umm, I think she's cleaning the carpet…I dunno… She said I had to stay downstairs, something about you guys were arguing and she accidentally spilled her Hawaiian Punch on the carpet… But she told me I couldn't help. I told her I would! I promise, I offered to help clean Dad, but she wouldn't let me!" Declan said earnestly. It had been a new rule in their house the since they no longer had housekeeping Declan and him would help Emily with the cleaning. That included offering before having to be asked or told to do something.

"I'm sure you did, Son," he said sighing rubbing his forehead, it was bad enough she was bleeding, nevermind scrubbing her own blood out of the carpet while she was almost 8 and half months pregnant. Bloody hell this was a fucking nightmare. "Declan I need you to take Poseidon outside for a while." Ian said motioning towards the dog wagging his tail in the doorway.

"K," was all he said before darting back into the laundry room with the dog waddling behind him.

Ian grabbed the bags of jewelry boxes from the front seat and ventured precariously into the house. He could hear her scrubbing the carpet furiously from the bottom of the stairs. He left the bags on the table at the bottom of the stairs, and slowly walked up stairs. Her back was to him and she was on her hands and knees scrubbing a pale red stain with Clorox. He stood there with his arms crossed for a moment assessing the situation. She didn't even know he was standing there until he finally spoke.

"Emily, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He asked very calmly, raising one eyebrow at her.

She jumped about a foot in the air, dumping the bottle of Clorox she'd been using.

"Ian! You scared me!" She yelled at him, moaning as she looked back at the spilled bottle. "Dammit." She grumbled.

"Okay, I'll repeat my self a little more clearly. What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?" He said slowly, approaching her, so that he towered over her. He got a good look at her face now. Her lip and chin had a scrape on it, which confused him. She also had gauze stuffed into her bottom gum area, like chewing tobacco. This confused him even more. How the fuck had he managed that?

"I—I needed to clean it up… The blood. Declan shouldn't see that… Plus the dog would go ape shit… " She blubbered. Ian knealt down next to her taking her chin gently into his hand, examining it more closely. She winced.

"Emily, what happened?" He asked sternly, but a slight look of worry flooded his features.

"What do you mean? You were there." She said

"I honestly don't remember anything, except tripping and next thing I know I was walking away from you and you were on the floor." He looked down at the carpet, hatred for himself consuming him. "Emily what did I do to you now?" He asked. She looked at him with an expression of pity and pain.

"Ian you didn't do this… Well, not entirely." She said looking down at her fingers that were all shriveled and bleached white. "Whe—When I pushed you, you fell, and you grabbed the railing, you caught yourself." She took a shuddering breath then said, "Then you picked up the truck and like, came towards me, I thought maybe you were going to hit me with it, s—so I turned away from you to run down the hallway, and I twisted my ankle and I heard a crash, the truck, you threw it against the wall—and when I twisted my ankle I fell and hit my chin on the corner of this table, and I think I might've passed out for a minute, next thing I knew you were really still, an-and you walked away…" She said starting to cry.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't good news, but it wasn't what he'd expected either. He put his arms underneath her, and lifted her to a standing position as he held her against his chest. He stroked her hair, shhshing her as she cried.

"Emily, why didn't you just wait to clean up the blood? You know I would have done it myself, or had the carpet cleaners come." He said kissing the top of her head.

"Because ... We're going to have company. I didn't want anyone to see it. Think bad things, you know…" She said slowly.

"Emily. What company? What did you do?" He said closing his eyes counting to ten, forcing himself to use a calm steady tone.

"Everyone's coming to dinner." She said, her arms still wrapped around his chest, burying her head deeper into his chest.

"Emily I said No! I meant it!" He said pulling her away from him to look her in the eye.

"It's too late. They're on their way." She said defiantly, her bottom lip still puffy, and sticking out.

"Goddammit, Woman can you not listen to ONE motherfucking thing I say?" He said angrily throwing his arms in the air. "You did this on purpose. You know what they'll do to us. TO OUR FAMILY." He said glaring at her. God how he hated her at this moment. He hadn't hated her this much since he thought she'd killed his son. She was going to rui—

"Oh God, Ian!" She cried suddenly as a wet spot grew larger and larger on her khaki pants. He froze. Oh no. Not now, no way. She still had another 2-3 weeks to go!

"Emily!" He said urgently as he put an arm under her to support her. He half carried her down the stairs to the garage. He yelled for Declan to hurry and put the dog up, that Emily was having the baby. NOW. He ran back inside to grab her baby go-bag and purse.

As they all piled into the car, he called Garcia on his cell and told her that Emily was in labor. He held the phone about arms length away from his ear as she squealed shrilly in his ear. Emily just smiled as she took the gauze out of her lip, and looked at it in the mirror. The bleeding had stopped, but she had a gash in her lower right gum area and had torn completely the little thing that connected your lip to your gum in the middle. She winced as she attempted to put cover up on the scrape, which helped but the swelling was unmistakable.

She groaned as a contraction wracked her body. Ian drove like a mad man to the Emergency room. He got off the phone with Garcia, and checked Emily in. He looked around him shrewdly… Well if the team had all been heading to the house, they were surely headed here now… Maybe it was better this way… Maybe.

P.S. The whole falling and hitting your chin and ripping your gum and whatever that little thing in your mouth is , is a true story… I got out of bed one day, got dizzy, passed out hit my face on the corner of a bookshelf on the way to the bathroom. Bam! It sucks. Didn't hit my teeth or anything, just scraped my chin, had a big gash in my lower gum (which they cant put stitches in btw) and tore whatever that damn little piece of skin connected from your bottom lip to your gum is… and it never grew back so now I don't have one! Just a fun little anecdote for y'all! lol