Emily stepped out onto the deck that hovered over their patio on the floor below. The twins were asleep and Declan was entertained watching something on Netflix in the play room. She reached into her back pocket and took out a teal and white pack of Newport menthols. Ian would flip if he caught her, but she didn't really care…

She was still obsessing over how the team had met Ian 12 weeks ago. Since then, Hotch had brought Jack over for a couple of playdates with Declan, who was still older than Jack but they had fun anyways. Her house had been torn upside down, but Ian insisted it was fine. Boys will be Boys. She took a puff and snorted. Of course he would say that. Bastard hadn't had to clean up after a kid in his life.

JJ had brought over meals while she recovered from her C-section. It was ironic to her that the c-section had been the least of her more recent problems. Rossi and Reid called her at least twice a week, just to ramble and chat. Kevin and Garcia had come over to visit and have dinners with Emily and Ian. Kevin was actually teaching Ian how to mess around with computers. She'd been suspicious as to why Ian wanted to know so much about computers now. Right now, she was with the twins, while Ian went to meet "an old friend" in the city. Emily was growing more agitated with him by the second. He kept meeting all these "friends" in secret and leaving her home alone with the twins more than usual. She was worried he was slipping back into the lifestyle he had sworn to forsake… But even that was not what was bothering her the most. Out of all of her former teammates, the only one she hadn't heard a word from was Morgan…

At the hospital, Spencer had said that Ian could fake empathy and love, but he would never feel it. But…. Emily French inhaled deeply, she had watched as He'd held Lauren for the first time. There was genuine love there. No one could fake the deep love that a mother or father felt for a newborn baby. Never having had a child of her very own, Emily now understood why Ian would have moved hell and Earth to find Declan. She almost felt guilty for hiding Declan, if she hadn't known it was truly safer for him. She could only imagine the anguish Ian had felt in prison, as she thought about how she would feel if something happened to one of the twins.

She took another puff off of her cigarette. She wished Morgan would forgive her, would just talk to her. But, she understood why he wouldn't. He'd been through enough for her…He'd held her as she nearly died in his arms, he carried her coffin and watched them put "her" in the ground. She'd come back, won his trust again, then left again. Abandoned him. She would have understood if none of them had ever spoke to her again, especially if they knew what a lie she was spinning for them. She wasn't trying to hurt anyone. She really wasn't… But playing house with Ian, was that what she really wanted? She exhaled the minty smoke, she supposed it didn't really matter anymore. She could never leave, not even if she wanted too. But, that was the problem in all of this wasn't it? That she didn't want to leave anymore? Her inner profiler, hell even her conscience screamed Stockholm Syndrome, but she had already admitted out loud that she did care for him, on a much deeper level than she'd cared for any other man. Despite his many short comings, Ian had been the longest relationship she'd ever had. She put the cigarette out on the railing, before carrying it back into the house to the bathroom and flushing it down the toilet.

She'd been moping around for twelve weeks, hoping Morgan would change his mind, just call, so she could beg his forgiveness. Again. She knew Ian was becoming irritated with her behavior. She'd been distant from him, hell they hadn't even spoken today. She didn't want to tell him why she was so depressed. They'd been trying hard to make things work here, she didn't want to pressure him, and have him become so agitated they had to leave again.

She sighed as she flopped onto the bed. Taking care of twins was exhausted, on top of dealing with all of the nosy neighbors in this damn subdivision wanting to meet the new babies. She knew they meant well and yes, it was the safest neighborhood they'd looked at. No sex offenders, just a former Irish terrorist… She almost laughed, if people only knew. She really thought Ian was turning over a new leaf. He hadn't even mentioned anything to do with his old life, except these new get togethers with some "old friends" from Dublin. She hadn't met any of them, and he'd said he wanted to keep it that way. These friends had no qualms about stealing the others women, incidentally he'd done it to one or two of theirs years back. She'd been offended asking him if that was the kind of woman he thought she was. He'd been smart to say no, He merely didn't want to have commit murder under his new identity and cause problems for them already. This disturbed her slightly, He would kill to keep her? But she also figured this was not news. He'd killed before just to get her attention… He always had been a jealous man, but before she'd been flattered, now she just rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Next thing she knew, she felt someone crawl onto the bed behind her. Ian. She kept her eyes closed pretending to be asleep. She heard him sigh loudly. Don't Say anything, don't say anything, don't say anything… She demanded mentally.

"Emily?" Damn, she needed to work on her Jedi mind control more; she was epically failing at it.

"Ian, what do you want? I'm exhausted, your children never sleep." She grumbled. They had finally begun to get on some sort of schedule but it never seemed like enough sleeping time…

"My children? Why are they always my children when you're annoyed?" He asked sarcastically.

"Because they obviously inherit that skill from you." She said through a clenched jaw. He'd better have a damn good reason for waking her up, besides the witty bantering he was employing.

"Well I have something for you? Do you want it?" He said teasingly, wrapping his arms around her middle. Really spooning? At 3:00 am? The man is out of his mind. She thought bitterly.

"Unless its an extra 12 hours of sleep then no." She said sleepily.

"Come on, Love, play along." He said kissing the nape of her neck. She snorted. Wasn't THAT the story of her life, Play- along- Emily. That would have been her native American name she was sure.

"Fine. What is it?" She asked rolling over in his arms.

"Follow me." He said pulling her up off the bed.

"Ughhh.." She groaned. She followed him downstairs, then down into the basement where their walkout patio was. Stumbling down the stairs he put his hands over her eyes.

"Ian I can't see!" She complained.

"That's kind of the point, Darling." He said smugly. "Here, now open your eyes." He removed his hands from her eyes.

Emily gasped. The whole basement was covered in white and purple rose petals, there were Love Spell candles burning all over the place, and the hot tub was already running. The most intriguing part though was the comfy white puffy mattress that was in the middle.

"Ian? What's all this?" She asked turning to face him.

"I feel bad about leaving you with the children so much, so now you get to be pampered all night." He said kissing her hands.

"But what about the kids? It's like 3 am. They'll be up in like 4 hours." She said.

"Taken care of. Aunt Penelope has set her self up in the guest bedroom." He said smiling at her.

"My god, Ian, this is beautiful !" She breathed again, looking around. David Cook was playing in the background. "You'll always be a part of me,I'm a part of you indefinitely.Girl don't you know you can't escape me, Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby"

"Emily you don't understand how much I love you. For all that you do. I just want to show you." He whispered, looking into her eyes. Her eyes watered. She hadn't felt any emotion for him lately so his gesture was so…wanted. She launched herself into his arms, embracing him tightly, crying into his shoulder. He stroked her hair, and led her over to the mattress, laying her down, on her stomach, to give her a massage. Her last thought before she became so into whatever his hands were doing to her body, was how could he not feel love? If this wasn't love what was?

"And we'll linger on.Time can't erase a feeling this strong. No way you're never gonna shake me. Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby…"