DISCLAIMER : I do not own the Criminal Minds franchise, any character seen in the series is the sole property of the creators. No copyright infringement intended. Happy reading!

Guide to the story : anything in unbolded italics is a flashback, and anything in bold, straightfaced font is current.

Non Criminal Minds characters, this chapter (the ones I made up) : Prentiss + Morgan = Agent Diaper Rash ;D. The McAdam's family, Brian Cosgar, Paul, Samuel, Dr. Martin, Justin, Morgan and Prentiss' aliases and Dr. Hansen.

Extra TidBits That Might Have Some Benefits : In the show Emily Prentiss is like 41 years of age, but I made her a decade younger because...41 does seem kind of old to be popping out a kid...don't-chu-tink? So this would make Derek Morgan a year older than she is. And all the other characters will have three to five years taken off their age to be fair. Also in this chapter, the Salt Lake City junk/shindigs will be based off of the episode Minimal Loss in season 4 episode 3 but with my own twist on things.

"Lost In Paradise"

Chapter 3

{"If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?", -Confucius}

"Welcome, my name is Brian Cosgar. Welcome to Chateau Ranch of God, would you like some food and drink to satisfy your needs. It must have been a long drive from Albany, New York." His voice, somehow it was soothing and ambrosial. "Thank you very much Mr-" He raised his hand, "Please, call me Brian." Derek nodded and smiled. "Brian..we'd like to thank you. My name is John Sommers, and this is my wife Amy." Brian shook their hands, and offered them seats as the food, a platter of fruit, including cantaloupe, strawberries and kiwi. "How far along are you Amy?" Prentiss looked up from the platter, she was starving, having only eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwitch with a glass of milk that morning around 8:30; that strawberry was just calling her name, it was her craving this pregnancy, and it was asking for it. "25 weeks and 4 days, almost 7mons." Prentiss smiled, she loved talking about her unborn daughter, HIS daughter. "Have you figured out the gender yet? Or are you wanting the surprise?" Cosgar was genuine, and had a quiet nature. The barbaric stories of him seemed, just that...stories. "We're having a girl. We're pretty thrilled." Prentiss smiled and looked over at Morgan who smiled back. They were happy together, and in no way did they feel like they were in any sort of danger. Finally that strawberry met its doom...Prentiss devoured it almost in its entirety when Cosgar turned his head for a second, leaving a dumbfounded Morgan. "Geeze Em." He mouthed, Emily only shrugged and did it again. And then suddenly the quiet natured Cosgar turned into a completely different person. "Which one of you is the FBI agent! One of my men has told me that the media has released details that are rather concerning. Which one of you is it?" Prentiss and Morgan only looked at each other and were hesitant to answer when one of the guards at the door came up behind Morgan and pulled him out of his chair. "Brian, he's probably the one..this John guy, if that really is his name! And I betcha that there is one of those prosthetic stomachs women wear in movies and things! I betcha both of 'em are." Fear rippled through Prentiss' body making Trin kick her hard as Cosgar stood up and approached her. If he checked for whatever supposed prosthetic she was wearing, he'd see the scars that Doyle had caused.

Standing nude in front of the mirror, Prentiss looked at all the scarring. The stitches, and that brand above her left breast. Tears filled her eyes, how, if the baby had ever saw them how would she explain? "Em? Babe? Are you ready for your therapist appointment?" Derek's voice filled her ears and suddenly her thoughts turned to positive memories of their life. "Almost Derek, hold on." She quickly pulled on her jeans, and the black v-neck tshirt and her classic Chuck Taylor's. Her hair had grown to a little past mid back, but the same cut of her bangs remained in the middle of her forhead just on top of her eyebrows, grabbing a pony tail holder she quickly pulled her hair up and watched as it cascaded down. Every since she had gotten home for the hospital 2 and a half weeks ago, this was her daily ritual...staring at herself in the full body mirror, overviewing the aftermath of the attack. Doyle was still free, he had been on the run after Morgan almost killed him from a shot to the head, but instead the bullet grazed his shoulder. Reports were that he was back in Dublin at his mansion. Prentiss was wondering if he was planning to come back and finished what he started. Suddenly a billowing pain rocketed her body and she collapsed to her knees. Morgan, hearing the thud on the ceiling, ran up the stairs and into their room. "Em? Are you ok!" Helping her up and sitting her down on the edge of the bed, he kneeled in front of her and fresh tears hit his hand. "Did she kick in the wrong spot again?" Using his thumb, Morgan wiped away his loved one's tears. "Yeah, she did. The doctor didn't say anything about this." "He probably didn't know, I mean, Em what happened to you...where the stake was removed...that's not common." Standing back up, Emily pulled him into a hug, resting her head against his lower chest, she had done it several times before...in fact in the bath last night. The therapy was helping, she could go all day without having a painc attack...it had had a surprisingly rapid effect, but how long would it last?

Cosgar took Prentiss' wrist, and pulling her out of the chair raised up her tshirt making her flinch. "Holy hell, she's actually pregnant. The man must be, the FBI wouldn't send a pregnant women into a potentially dangerous situation." Emily looked over at Derek, tears running down her cheeks from pure embarassment. Cosgar had seen the scars, and she could tell they puzzled him. "Paul take these two up into the empty room on the second floor. Make sure the pregnant one gets water." Taken by the elbow, Emily was escorted up to the room with Derek and was locked in. "That bastard, he had no right to do that." Derek pulled Emily over into his lap. There was no bed, a single window, and the walls were painted a cheap sand color. "Derek it's fin-" "Emily! He made you flinch!" She turned to him. "It's fine, just...hold me?" He obeyed and held her closely to his body, a hand wrapped protectively over Emily's stomach. He was scared, scared if they would make it out alive, scared if they would hold them hostage and Emily would be forced to give birth in this place. He checked his watch and it had been roughly 30mins since they were tossed into the room, and of all things Emily was asleep against his chest. Her breathing was soft and effortless, and Trin gently kicked against his hand. Pressing the button on his belt buckle, "Hotch, anything yet on what Cosgar is wanting to do to us?" Hotch reached over to the white fold up table where his radio sat. "Rossi just finished talking with Cosgar. JJ went out and got you two food, little Trin must be starving." Morgan chuckled, "Yeah she is kicking a little bit, but Emily is asleep. They have us in a room on the second floor that has a single window. I would get up and check where it's positioned on the building but waking a pregnant woman would be dangerous to my health." "Cosgar does have one concern, he said that he saw all the scarring on Prentiss...I believe he is going to ask her about it. We tried talking him out of it, but he insists. Rossi will be delivering your food to the gates and the bugs will be launched around 3am. I'll ring in if and when the raid will occur. Keep your girls as safe as possible, and update whenever possible." When the two finished talking, Emily awoke and looked up. "What was he saying?" She didn't feel like moving, she was comfortable and she knew Morgan prefferred to hold onto her. "Cosgar wants to ask you about the scars, and we're most likely getting McDonald's." Then suddenly, a knocked sounded on the door making Emily flinch again. It was Cosgar, "I want to talk to you two downstairs, there's food waiting on you." Morgan helped Prentiss up and he walked protectively by her side, poised to throw punches if need be to protect his girls...HIS girls and no body else's. Once they reached the table where they were at the beginning of their day in the compound. "Amy..." Cosgar smirked. "What's your real name? You barely react to it when addressed." Emily looked over at Morgan and he nodded. "My name is Special Agent Emily Prentiss, with the FBI Behavorial Analysis Unit...John well is...John is Special Agent Derek Morgan with the FBI BAU." Paul, who had been standing guard at the door tensed a little at the news. "Brian see! I told ya! Both of 'em!" "Shush Paul!" The bigger yet subordinate man quieted. "Tell me Agent Prentiss, what brought you two here. We are nothing but a group of people who follow the good book and its teachins'. We're self sufficient, the fruit from earlier was grown in the garden on the grounds." Morgan reached for Prentiss' hand under the table and held it before he spoke. "We recieved an anonymous tip from a caller that there were...misdoings involving the children. We only wanted to come in and see if it was true. Nothing else. We're unarmed, and we weren't planning to open fire." Cosgar laughed under his breath. "And the FBI expects a heavily pregnant woman to find out what ever is supposedly happening here? You my friends, Agent Morgan and Agent Prentiss...that is precisely why we here do not depend on the government. They toss innocent individuals into the line of danger. But on a more concerning note...tell me Agent Prentiss...what caused all those scars on you?" Derek tensed up even more and tightened his grip on her hand. "She doesn't need to answer any person-" "Derek, it's fine." She cleared her throat and begun "About a month ago, I was abducted by an Irish extremeist. He held me as a hostage for a little over 13hrs. He beat me several times, branded my chest with a clover and then finally towards the end while the FBI was storming the headquarters, he and I fought each other and I was impaled by a wooden stake about 17ins long. Agent Morgan was the first to reach me and I was taken to the hospital where a 5hr procedure was performed to save not only my life but that of our unborn daughters." She quicly glanced at Morgan. "I lost alot of blood and required multiple blood transfusions during surgery, and luckily the baby wasn't harmed in anyway." Cosgar the man who had previously shown annoyance towards the agents turned soft and his tone lightened. "How unfortunate. I am truly sorry. So there was some truth behind your words earlier?" "Yes. This is Agent Morgan's and she is well...a girl." She turned and smiled at Morgan who was sitting uneasily next to her. "Have you decided on a name?" "Trinity Lucille." Cosgar smiled, "Ah, beautiful name for what will be a beautiful gift given by the Lord. Paul...would you please escort Agent Prentiss to the gate? I will inform the others out there she is on her way." Paul nodded, and as Prentiss went to get up she looked at Morgan than to Cosgar. "What about Agent Morgan?" Cosgar looked back up at Emily with the same sympathetic look he displayed earlier. "We will keep him here, but don't worry...he won't be harmed. But if anything were to happen, I don't wish for you to be injured once more." Morgan stood up and hugged Emily. "I promise once this is all over, I'm taking you to that restuarant you like in DC, I love you." "And I love you." With that, Prentiss was led to the gate while Cosgar called Rossi. "We're releasing Agent Prentiss, a pregnant woman doesn't need to be in danger."

"Emily, how are you feeling today?", her therapist, Dr. Hansen inquired as she adjusted her knee , "Anxiety level is still pretty high, and Derek...he's scared I'll break into pieces." She started biting her nail as Dr. Hansen wrote on her notepad. "Emily," She scooted to the edge of her seat, "What's bothering you? You only do that when you're stressing." She paused and looked up from the spot she was staring at on the beige carpet. "I'm terrified something will be wrong with the baby...that I'm going to lose her and as a result Derek will leave too. He, besides the baby, is the only thing that's keeping me from completely losing my mind. He keeps me grounded. It's been 3 days since my hospital release, I know it's not enough time to completely get over what happened, but I don't know if I ever can. Ian and I...we have a history. I actually did consider leaving my post when we met. I fell in love with him, and we were engaged...I loved his son Declan with all my heart and I still do. But if I didn't call in the shots that got him arrested...I would have been killed for insubordination." Emily went back to chewing her nail but winced a little when the baby kicked again in the wrong spot. "Does that explain the scars on your wrist? I couldn't even fathom what it must feel like to betray the one you love. Do you keep in contact with Declan?" Emily's face lit up, "Yes, I still do. He's doing really well in foster care, but..." she bit her lip, "but he wants to move in with me...I don't know what to say back when he asks. He knows about the baby, and he calls her his little sister...but he doesn't know what his father did." Dr. Hansen finished writing in her notepad and looked up at Emily who seemed like she was relieved a little. "Enough for today?" Dr. Hansen helped Emily to her feet and led her to the door. "Take care Emily. See you in a week. Try to talk to Declan, or meet up with him...on your own pace." "I will Dr. Hansen...thank you."

When Emily approached the gate, Rossi was quick to take her hand and help her into the truck before speeding off to the FBI post. "Did you get to eat?" Rossi was a father figure to Prentiss, and he was the first on the team to know of her abortion. "Yeah, Cosgar made sure of that. He made Morgan eat too. I don't understand...I couldn't profile him at all. One second he'd be kind and when he discovered that we were FBI, he was pissed, then when I told him about the scars...he was kind again." "Well atleast he didn't hurt you." Emily looked up at the sky and back towards to dirt road. "You don't think he's one of those people who can't stand interracial relationships? Like he could take out his frustration on Morgan...?" Emily was suddenly racked with fear. "Morgan's mom was caucasian, and he has caucasian features...I don't know Prentiss, I agree it is strange." When Rossi put the truck into park, Garcia was the first to meet up there. "Hey momma, I have a surprise for you...come into my little makeshift tent." Emily laughed and followed. "Soooo, I did as you asked and got into contact with Declan. He misses you Em...buuut because I am the goddess of all things tech and research, go over to the laptop." "Garcia, what are you up to?" She smirked at Emily "Nothin' momma, now go, go and see." Emily walked over to the laptop as instructed and gasped. "Declan!" Peering back at her was a boy, roughly 9 years old, bleach blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, it was Declan, her one time soon to be son. "Emmy! How are feeling? How's the baby? Is she ok?" His childhood enthusiam refreshed her. "Woah, slow down Tiger. First, I feel fine and couldn't be better and secondly, Trinity is doing great. How're you Bud? School ok?" Her maternal instincts kicked in almost at the sight of Declan and Garcia couldn't help but watch the two interact. Emily was a natural mother, a role she was born for. "I'm great! I got that trophy for park and rec football, but that Justin kid keeps bothering me. He calls me a liar because I said I knew someone in the FBI for show and tell...he punched me..." Declan looked down then back up to Emily, "Emmy, when can I come live with you? My foster mom has the papers to sign me over, she's just waiting on you. Where are you anyways?" She couldn't help but get infuriated over Justin Banks hurting Declan, but at the moment couldn't do anything until she got to his school, so all she could do was tell him about her current adventure. "We're in Salt Lake City right now, investigating a compound." Declan loved hearing about her investigations and lit up like a shooting star. "When can I see you?" Suddenly, a loud explosion ripped through the outpost "Declan, babe soon I swear. When I get back into DC, I'll call you and we can go to the zoo, promise," in a move, nothing new to her routine, she looked at him in the eyes, "I love you Bud, and tell that Justin kid that at the next show and tell in 2wks, your friend from the FBI will be there with her friends to talk to the class." He smiled, and nodded. "Yes ma'am! Oh! And I love you too Emmy."

"Hotch! What was that!" Emily and Garcia ran up to the command table and saw the smoke from the location of the compound. "Oh my god...Derek!" Emily reached for her gun but was stopped by Rossi's firm grip. "Emily, you can't! It's too dangerous for us, let alone you...think of Trin." A tear ran down her cheek, "David I am. He's her father, and I refuse to let her grow up wondering...wondering what type of a man he was like I did. Derek needs our help. JJ? Come with me? Please?" JJ nodded and the two of them went to the truck and drove off.