A/N: Hey sorry it took me a few days to upload this chapter. I had to do some research to make it at least semi-plausible! Lol Anyhoo thank you all of my Wonderful reviewers you guys rock. And I hope I don't turn any of you off at this chapter. I had a hard time trying to decide who would be "unfriended from facebook," at least for the time being. And it was hard because I love them all, but FEAR NOT, whoever it is, will be back I promise. SO HERE GOES… HAPPY READING!

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"Whenshit goes down and sides are taken, you find out who was real and who was fakin."—Anonymous

Emily pushed again. This time harder than she ever had before. The pain was excruciating. She had never want an epidural until this very moment and she now understood why. She felt like she was pulling out her insides with a pair of rusty tongs. She had begged for an epidural, but the nurse had told her she was under a doctor's orders not to give her one. Emily was confused because the doctor had already come in here once, looked at the ultrasound and left the room without saying a word.

Ian stood in the corner; arms crossed a pissy look on his face. He was still mad about this morning she assumed. Right now she didn't care. She'd been in slow labor for almost 30 hours now. Garcia had been allowed in as her secondary person, because her mother wasn't in the country at the moment and even if she was Emily wouldn't have let her on the same floor level as herself, because she was so testy at the moment she might have killed her own mother. The woman was a political insensitive, bossy, intrusive, woman and Emily had enough trouble admitting they were even related to each other to let alone have HER in the delivery room, bossing all the nurses and doctors around. Ian was bad enough. When he wasn't standing silently in the corner, he was pacing back and forth in front of the bed, bitching about the doctors and nurses and the hospital they were in and that it was much simpler when Declan had been born and on and on. She'd finally snapped telling him to either enjoy the birth of their child where they were, whatever the situation or to get out. He'd given her a look and, "Emily…" With that dangerous edge to his voice. But she wasn't scared of him now. What was he gonna do? They were in a crowded hospital! "Don't you, "Emily" me, Ian Doyle, because I swear to god once I am able to get up out of this bed you will regret ever pissing me off understand?" She'd barked out, before another contraction hit.

Finally, the doctor came in; Emily listened in horror as they told her she needed to undergo an emergency cesarean section.

"Why?" She asked frantically. She felt Ian move closer to her shoulder, putting a steady hand on her shoulder.

"Well, Mrs.…Doyle, it appears that in your previous ultrasound something very critical was hiding behind the baby…" The doctor said looking at her chart. She bit her lip…She'd signed herself in as Mrs. Connolly Doyle. She'd had Garcia make her plans come together by obtaining, Connolly's real birth certificate from Ireland, and had asked her to obtain a marriage certificate and forged Ian's name to it, and had it signed by a judge who was a friend of hers. She and Ian were officially married, so that A) their child would be legitimate, and B) if something were to go wrong, she could not be called to testify against him, spousal privilege and all that jazz. The only problem was that she hadn't told Ian yet. They had talked about him assuming his brother's identity anyways, now it was just on paper…

She tuned back into what the Doctor was now explaining…

"Wait What?" She yelled. She could have sworn he'd just said babies… as in plural…as in more than one…

"I was just explaining that sometimes ultrasounds are not 100% accurate. It's actually a fairly common problem when they are in the early trimesters, for a twin to be hidden behind the other." He said very calmly and matter of factly.

Emily turned around in a panic to look at Ian's face. He looked like he was about to faint. He stood there like a statue, white as marble; the vein on the side of his head throbbing. His heart was positively racing.

She clutched at the hand on her shoulder. He was squeezing too hard. "Ian!" She cried out. He snapped out of his daze, but instead of looking even more irritated than he already was at her, his features softened. He, He was…happy? They were about to have twins!

40 minutes later Emily was being carted down the hallway to the OR, where she watched anxiously as the doctors took not one but two beautiful babies from her. When they were done checking the babies, they handed her a perfect little tiny baby girl…She smiled at her screaming little baby Lauren Jaina Doyle. The nurse took Lauren from her and handed her the most beautiful baby boy Emily had ever laid eyes upon. Ian had picked out Lauren's name, because "that was the first name I ever called you, the love of my life. And so shall she… "

They had picked out several boys names because she'd been absolutely certain she'd been having a boy. Now she had a conundrum at her feet, she'd always said that if she had twins she wanted them to have the same initials. Since Lauren's were LJD, she needed to pick a name from their list for her son. Landen Jacen Doyle. Landen and Lauren. Emily smiled tiredly as she held him for a moment before letting the neonatologist look at them more closely. They were 3 weeks early. Which really isn't too unusual, but no matter if she wanted to hold them longer or not, it was better that the neonate doctor looked them over thoroughly. Ian stood in the waiting room waiting anxiously, and they scrubbed him in so he could hold his 2 new children. Emily watched happily as the doctors closed her up, she was so happy they were finally here. Even though she'd swore she would never have another child after what she'd done 25 years ago, she couldn't help but be happy in spite of herself.

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Emily awoke later to hushed voices arguing at the end of her bed. Ian and Garcia were whispering in hushed tones. Emily closed her eyes, but continued to listen in.

"But you cant know that!" Garcia said.

"Penelope, those 4 men out there have it IN FOR ME. I know Derek himself recruited you specifically in his personal manhunt for me." Ian said bitterly.

"Yes, but only because I loved Emily, and I am the best at what I do…" She said pleadingly. Ian rubbed his forehead as paced back and forth. "Ian, trust me. Emily had me do some things to make sure they couldn't do anything to you guys."

"Like what? What could possibly stop them from shooting me right here and now?"

"Well for one, you aren't you. I got Connolly's Irish birth certificate, you still have his license right? K, so Emily had me get a marriage certificate and she forged your signature, and had a judge friend of hers sign it over a weekend, so now you guys are technically married…Well She married your brother, who is who you are now. Anyways long story short, they cant make Emily testify against you!" Garcia said whispering urgently.

"Yeah, but whats to stop them from arresting me in the first place?" Ian said pointedly, motioning outside angrily.

"Well We have to explain that you DID indeed have a twin, because I, Wonderess Empress of all Things Hidden and Digitized, confirmed through the orphanage you lived in Belfast , also I have copies of both you and your brothers birth certificates, which by the way, was no easy feat. Your Irish hospitals have much to be desired in the way of electronically stored records. Anyways, so we tell them you are Ian Doyles twin, I will offer proof myself, and if push comes to shove they can test your DNA. Which they probably will. Just saying…" She said in a rush.

"Yes, and the damned DNA will match! Twins share the same DNA, you of all people should know that…" Ian said derisively.

"Yes, indeed they do and that will be the clincher!" She said excitedly. "BUTTTTT Twins have DIFFERENT fingerprints!" She said grinning. "The fingerprints of Ian Doyle when you were arrested by INTERPOL have been destroyed because they didn't want anyone finding out about the whole deal with North Korea, so the only fingerprints that are in the system is the ones they took of your brother when Morgan found him. HIS fingerprints as "Ian Doyle" won't match yours! The whole case will crumble into itty bitty pieces my friend. Hotch won't even be able to deny it, and he was a former prosecutor!" She said emphatically.

Ian sighed. He was uneasy about this, Emily could tell even with her eyes shut. He was truly worried, but he needed to have a little faith.

"So are you ready?" Emily spoke up, eyes still closed partially.

"Oh good Em, you're awake. Tell Ian everything's gonna be fine! Tell him you know I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you 'cuz you're like my best friend!" Garcia said pouncing on her with a giant hug. Emily winced. "OH GOD! My bad my bad!I totally forgot about your staples!" Garcia cried.

"You're fine Garcia, I've been through worse, trust me…" Emily said winking at Ian. He looked away from her ashamed. "Ian, I'm just kidding, I wasn't necessarily referring to you…I've gotten my ass kicked plenty of times while you were gone…Relax."

"Well let me bring JJ in first, she'll take the news best probably." Garcia said.

Emily tried to push herself into a sitting position, Ian stood right next to her on her right, holding her hand.

Emily took a deep breath and reminded herself. This was the only way to have the 2 most important things in life, family and friends. This was her idea…

He was cutting off her circulation when she had to say, "Ian!" Hurriedly right as the door opened. To everyone else he was Connolly now…