A/N: Hey guys sorry Ive been a little MIA. So here's the chapter KUDOS have to go to TheTruthBetween for catching my not so subtle Star Wars reference so. Five Stars for you ))) Oh and side note: The quote from last chapter was supposed to be for this one so it's repeated, sorry. Ians POV btw.

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

Ian braced himself. He stood right next to Emily's bedside, the coward in him told him to stand behind her in the corner. The idiot/Irish warrior in him forced himself to square up and take it like a man. They had discussed this only few times prior to today, and there was only a slim chance they could arrest him. For one, he wasn't himself and they would have a hell of a time proving it, seeing as how his brother's body had already been cremated, may he rest in peace. He took a deep breath as Emily said his name as the door opened slowly. Emily had a death grip on his hand. She was surely cracking every bone in it.

Jennifer Jareau stuck her head in around the door, not noticing him yet.

"Heeyyyyy there Em! How ya feeling?" She asked.

"I think I'll live. I mean really I've had worse scars than this." Emily said sarcastically, squeezing his hand tightly twice.

"Yeah, you definitely hav—" JJ's eyes finally looked up to look at him. Immediately she held her breath and stepped back. Hand reaching for a gun that was not there. She wasn't on duty. Ian breathed a sigh of relief. He said nothing letting Emily make the introductions.

"Emily what the hell? Emily HE'S dead! We were all there. I…I can't…What the hell is going on?" JJ cried out backing away from him and Emily.

"JJ wait! It's not what you think, this isn't Ian! It's not JJ I swear to god. This is not Ian… He's Ian's identical twin. JJ, this is Connolly Doyle. Declan's uncle, annddd my new husband." Emily said quickly grimacing at the last part. JJ looked positively ghost-like. He glanced out the blinds and saw Garcia talking with Declan. This plan had better go off without a hitch or so help him. He prayed a small prayer for his son, and newborn children. He wanted to be around to see them grow up.

He tuned back into the conversation JJ and Emily were having. Oh jeeesus. Both women were sobbing and hugging each other, talking about the twins and cesarean sections and all that nonsense. He couldn't help but go and look again out of the blinds.

JJ turned to him finally, wiping away tears, she out held a hand.

"Hi, my names Jennifer, you might hear Emily call me JJ. It-ts umm very nice to meet you, I'm sorry what was your name again?" She asked with a weak smile. Emily positively beamed. He had to control the urge to roll his eyes. Yeah sure she believed Emily, but the men would be the real victory.

He stretched out a hand to shake hers. "Connolly, ma'am," he said with a pleasant smile.

"Please, just call me JJ." She said wiping her eyes again. "I'd better let the others come see you before you get too tired. I'll come back tomorrow k? We can talk more then."

"Great, it's so good to see you; I really, really missed you." Emily said. "Hey JJ, umm is there a way you can like prepare the guys—"

"Emily… I don't know. It's a really farfetched story. I doubt it will matter much what I say… I'll try to get them to have an open mind," JJ said doubtfully.

"Yeahhh, you're probably right. Thanks JJ," Emily said, visibly depressed to see her go. Immediately her fingernails went to her mouth. Here we go… God he hated that habit… Plus it was a dead giveaway that she was up to something.

"Emily stop doing that. Now. You're going to make it about obvious we're hiding something if you act like a nervous 10 year old." Ian snapped.

Emily looked at him, with a hurt expression on her face. This was just as hard on her as it was for him, He looked away from her. He couldn't look at her when her big brown eyes turned on him like that…

"Sorry." He mumbled.

Then there was a knock and Reid and Hotch came in. Ian stood facing the window not turning around as Emily got her hellos and I missed yous out of the way, and she said "Connolly, here's some more people I used to work with." Slowly he turned around and Spencer and Hotch both reached for their guns.

"Guys! Guys! Wait…" Emily cried out.

"Emily, this man is a psychopath, he can fake love and empathy, but he'll never really care about you." Hotch said very seriously, as he aimed his gun. Ian stood confidently with his arms crossed, watching back and forth like a tennis match.

"No Hotch! It's not him! It—its-"

"Emily," Spencer interrupted her, "Emily look at the stuff he's done, what he did to you, he's completely psychotic, and I know you want to see the best in everybody but you can't Emily—He will never change it's a lifelong affliction…Not to mention he's supposed to be dead!" Spencer rambled on quickly like he tended to do, according to Emily.

"LISTEN TO ME!" Emily commanded loudly, both men looked at her, but did not lower their weapons.

"THIS man is not Ian Doyle. This is his twin brother Connolly Doyle. They were together at the orphanage in Ireland. Connolly was adopted. Ian was not."

"Emily there's nothing in your INTERPOL profile about him having a brother, you didn't even put in that he had a son!"

"That was only to protect that child from any more pain and for another thing, Ian NEVER mentioned even having a brother, they'd been on the outs with each other since childhood!" She said getting angry now. Ian sidled over to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. He knew Emily better than anyone. She was one sentence away from ripping out her IV and trying to stand up, staples or no staples; simply to fight with these two men.

"Emily…" He said warningly pushing her down inconspicuously.

"Don't Emily me! They're being unreasonable. Guns? In a hospital room? What if the babies were in here, huh? Or Declan?" She said starting to yell, looking over her shoulder at him, who still had a good grip on her shoulder.

Hotch and Reid looked at each other, and hesitantly lowered their guns, not putting them away completely though.

"Emily. Is this why you left the BAU?" Reid asked. "Because of him, or who is brother is I should say."

"Was." Ian spoke up.

"Excuse me?" Reid asked.

"Who my brother was. He's dead right? You all saw that bitch shoot him right?" He asked sternly. Again Hotch and Reid looked at each other… Surprisingly Agent Hotchner was the first to reholster his weapon. Slowly, following suit Reid tucked away his revolver.

"Emily I—" Hotch started to say.

"Don't worry. It's all legit. Garcia did some digging for me before I left. To make sure…you know that Ian was really, you know. Dead."

Emily interrupted before he could say anything. "Well I had twins, since that's why you're here right?" She said firmly changing the topic.

"Twins?" Hotch asked incredulously.

"Must run in the family…" She said nodding her head towards Ian.

"Technically the genes that are known to produce twins are known to most of the time skip a generation." Reid said spouting off more statistics about twins. He then moved on to grilling Ian all about his childhood with, well himself, as Spencer was fascinated to learn how Ian's behavior was as a child. Meanwhile Hotch and Emily talked in low voices about the other two men waiting outside. Rossi would not be the problem, they agreed, but Morgan. Morgan had a certain hatred for Ian on a deeper level, and a) would not persuade so easily without hard proof. Which Emily told Agent Hotchner that Garcia had all the evidence they needed; and b) he might see this as a betrayal by her. Which she had been expecting from some of them she admitted. Morgan had a reason to distrust her after the whole faking her own death, which had hit him, pretty hard.

Emily sighed, calling his name back over to her bedside. It was time to bring in the last two. Rossi would understand, he was older, wiser, and he and Emily appeared to have a fairly close relationship. After all, Agent Rossi was the only other she'd told about her abortion. Ian rubbed his temples… This was going to be difficult. He wanted to protect Emily from their anger. He had a feeling Reid would recover, Hotch would never completely be at ease, but he would believe the "proof" that Garcia produced. He was thankful Garcia was there to keep Declan occupied, he was very anxious to see his little baby brother and sister. Lauren and Landen. Ian himself was getting antsy, he wondered what was taking the doctors so long with the twins.
The door turned for what would hopefully be the last time as Spencer waved, Agent Hotchner stood behind him, blocking the doorway whispering something to Rossi and Morgan. They looked at him awfully funny but, in little flashes Ian saw them hand over their guns to Hotch. Agent Hotchner put his hand on Rossi's shoulder before waving to Emily.

Rossi and Morgan stepped into the room. Automatically they looked to Emily, and then their eyes locked. Rossi looked like he'd seen a ghost, but smiled at Emily none the less squeezing her hand, sitting down in the chair next to her. He understood why Agent Hotchner had asked for their weapons, Morgan's especially. Their first instinct would have been to shoot. Morgan's face flooded with boiling anger and hate. It was all Ian could do as another Alpha male not to step between Morgan and Emily in defense. He stood calmly next to Emily and waited for her to start.

"Morgan. Listen to me! Listen to me dammit!" She barked at him. He'd started pacing like Ian himself did when agitated.

"Emily how could you? After all that's happened? How the hell is he even alive? I watched him die. This is some kind of sick joke right? Well it's not funny, Emily." Morgan fumed.

"Morgan if you'd just listen—" Emily started, but was cut off.

"Emily I am doing everything in my power not to jump over this goddamn bed and kill him with my own hands, see the lights leave his fucking eyes, after all that bastard did to you!" Morgan said tightly, visibly trying to keep his voice low.

"Morgan he's not Ian. Well, DNA wise he is, but he is a different man than the Ian Doyle you knew. And what little you knew of him, anyways…" Emily said smiling at Ian.

This was a rough day for him, he'd been reminded far too many times of what he'd done to her. How he really had almost killed her. It was a miracle she was alive. And times like that made him think that there was a God up there, who did answer prayers, because after he'd vanished he'd swore he would trade his life for her to live, just please to let her live. He'd tried to start over, but the new road is like a gravel road. You go too fast and bad things can happen. You can't stop on time. And the next time god forbid there ever be a next time, Emily might not be so lucky. He HAD to learn to control his temper. If not for her, then for their children…

"Emily what are you talking about? The man is standing right next to you!" Morgan yelled.

"THIS IS HIS TWIN MORGAN!" She yelled right back, before wincing in pain. She'd stretched her staples. Morgan looked dumbfounded, Rossi just sat quietly still holding Emily's hand.

"Knock, Knock!" A perky blonde nurse knocked on the door peeping her head in around the door. "I believe these two angels belong to you?" She asked pulling a cart that had a heated clear box shape, in which a baby in green and a baby in pink, laid fingers and toes curled.

"Who do you guys wanna hold first?" The obnoxiously cheerful nurse asked, oblivious to the almost violent tension that could be cut with a knife.

Emily snapped out of it first, "I'll hold Landen." The nurse gently handed her the baby in green. Before reaching in and picking the infant in pink. "Are you daddy?" She asked Ian. All he could do was nod. He reached his arms out, remembering what it felt like to Hold Declan for the first time. He smiled down at her, and he felt a warm feeling flood his emotions. The drama with Morgan seemed somewhere else.

Next thing they knew the door was being slammed shut. Morgan had left. Emily just looked at Rossi and then at Ian. Her eyes welled with tears and she hugged baby Landen to her chest, as she cried. In that moment Ian felt his heart break for her. He couldn't help like feeling all of this was his fault…