A/N - sorry for the long delay in updating, inspiration and time have been sorely lacking...

Chapter 16 –

13:25pm Friday 18th November 2011

Garcia had left her office for the grand total of 18 minutes 23 seconds, in the search of something to eat that was not micro waved or full of fat, rushing down the bureau canteen she had managed to satisfy her hunger with a turkey and salad sandwich combined with a diet coke to help her stay awake for the afternoon. But in that short time, Garcia should have known, fate would have it, all that hard work, hours spent staring at screens, as soon as she the office for a bit of personal time her 'babies' would come up with a result. Garcia squealed loudly, confident that nobody else would hear her within the confines of her office, and put down the remainder of her sandwich bringing up on her large screen the result of her search. The search perimeters had been broadened from Milly's information, the name Paul with a significant other going by the name of Angel, it had brought up a result and as Garcia sat down she looked hard at the photo, determined that it was the correct information before she let it loose on the rest of the team. It was there staring at her in black and sort of vague colour, Paul Glasswell, aged 28 one previous marriage to an Angel Marybell, killed in an apparent car accident, the description and names matched what they were looking for and Garcia knew better than to waste time, quickly sending the information to Morgan before she phoned Hotch.

"Garcia?"

"Sir, I've got a name."

"Garcia..."

"Paul Glasswell, I'm sending the details to you."

"Thank you Garcia, good work now go home and get some rest."

Hotch heard a sigh as the call ended but he knew that an exhausted Garcia was of no use to anybody.

13:46pm Friday 18th November 2011

Emily looked in at the hospital room and saw JJ sitting beside the bed, slowly she opened the door and walked in.

"Good timing Em."

Emily frowned as JJ quickly stood up.

"Hotch just phoned, we've got a possible name and address."

"You're going with the team?"

There was a nervousness to Emily's voice that JJ hadn't heard before as she nodded her head.

"Yes, you'll be fine Emily, the both of you have a lot to talk about and you don't need me here for that."

"I guess you're right, what's his name?"

"Paul Glasswell, Garcia has emailed a photo to you, when Milly wakes up maybe you could ask her if she recognises him?"

"Ok, take care Jen."

"As ever and don't worry Emily, you'll be fine."

JJ smiled as she turned and left the room while Emily sighed and sat down in the chair as Milly slept soundly.

14:28pm Friday 18th November 2011

Emily was staring at the bed, at her sister, but her eyes had glazed over and she didn't notice Milly's eyes open and look back at her.

"Emily?"

"Oh, what? Sorry Milly."

Emily quickly reached up and rubbed her eyes before she sat up and looked at Milly, offering her sister a faint smile.

"What happened to JJ?"

Emily's heart sank and she failed to disguise her disappointment.

"Sorry Emily, I didn't...I just wondered where she was."

Milly shifted in the bed and tried to reach Emily's hand but it was out of her grasp.

"She had to go with the team."

"Ok."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like someone beat the crap out of me."

Milly looked at Emily and smiled, pleased to see that Emily was smiling too.

"Still got the Prentiss sense of humour then?"

"I never want to lose that Emily."

Milly reached out again and managed to grasp Emily's hand, clinging tightly to it as she saw the tears form in Emily's eyes.

"Why did you run Milly?"

"I had never felt so alone before, you had died, the Colonel was off doing his spy stuff, school was horrible, I just had to get away, I couldn't see any other option."

"I'm so sorry Milly, I thought that I was protecting you by pretending to be dead but I never considered how you would feel."

"I've messed up Emily, I'm in so much trouble..."

Milly's voice trailed off as a few sobs escaped from her mouth.

"But nothing that we can't fix Milly, you can come home with me and make a fresh start."

Emily smiled as she reached over and wiped the tears from Milly's face.

"Live with you?"

"Of course, I've got a new place but it's still got a spare bedroom."

"The Colonel?"

"I'll deal with him Milly."

Milly went quiet for a moment, allowing Emily to reach into her pocket and bring out her cell, searching for the photo Garcia had sent to her.

"Milly sweetie, I need to show you something."

Milly nodded her head as Emily leant across and showed her the photo of Paul Glasswell.

"Do you recognise him?"

"Yes, that's him, Emily what's going on?"

"His name is Paul Glasswell, the team have gone out to find him, don't worry you're perfectly safe here."

Milly swallowed hard as she looked at Emily who quickly put her cell away.

"It's ok Milly, don't worry."

"Thank you Emily."

Emily smiled as she looked at Milly, things were definitely improving between the two of them.

14:29pm Friday 18th November 2011

"How are they?"

Hotch frowned as he looked at JJ while he drove the SUV to the address Garcia had given them.

"Ok, well there's a lot for them to talk about."

"Hmm."

JJ turned and looked out of the window, hoping that the unsub was going to be at the address so they could get home and away from all the trouble the case had brought them. JJ made sure that her flak jacket was strapped on tightly as they pulled up outside the house, the vehicle registered to Paul Glasswell was parked up as Morgan approached.

"Engine's cold."

"Of Morgan, take Reid and go round the back, JJ you and Dave are with me."

Everyone nodded as they walked towards the house, weapons drawn as Dave knocked loudly on the door.

"FBI, open up Mr Glasswell."

Dave looked at Hotch who wasn't prepared to wait any longer as he kicked the door hard, causing it to cave in before Dave quickly entered. The shotgun blast had Dave and Hotch falling to the floor but JJ behind them was sheltered, allowing her a precious second to return fire, her two bullets quickly finding their target.

"Thanks Jen."

Dave spoke quietly as he gingerly got up and dusted his jeans down.

"Not a problem, you think he's our guy?"

"Certainly looks that way. Come on let's have a looked around."

Dave and JJ headed away into the house as Hotch leant over the body, unable to find any remorse for the dead man.