A/N: Okay I thought very long and hard about this chapter and I know some people will be beyond pissed off and probably never read it again, but really this is the only way I could think of to resolve some of the inconsistencies in this fic. I reallllllly hope some of you are going to be dedicated to this fic because there is going to much more Dentiss goodness, and even more about the children later in this fic, especially Declan! So enjoy! I love you all! Xoxo Kelsey.
Rossi sat down in the armchair across from Ian. Ian stared at him with a resigned look, he swirled the glass of scotch Emily had poured both of them before she shut the doors to the den and left them to talk. Ian had insisted she stay, but when had she ever listened to him anyways? She firmly refused, saying it would be better if they talked alone.
"So, Ian…" Rossi stated, a blank disinterested look gracing his aging face. Ian glanced up sharply. What the fuck was going on? He swore to god he would throttle Emily if she'd gone and told Dave everything, NONE of which was anybody's business. Some things he had learned growing up being in trouble his whole life. Deny. Deny til you DIE.
"I don-" He started out
"Don't play games with me Doyle. Be straight with me. Right now, only me and let me guess… Penelope know who you really are?" Rossi interrupted.
Ian said nothing, he was preparing for a fight. He was not about to lose his family this way. Not when things were supposed to be going back to normal. He didn't need this shit.
"What do you want?" He said coldly, jaw clenched. Rossi was a good man, he wouldn't need, nor would he ever demand money. Clearly he wanted something though, if he hadn't told anyone else the truth.
"I want to keep Emily safe. And Happy." He said reclining back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.
Ian's vision turned red momentarily. He needed to stay calm, focused. This was a business matter, just business.
"Oh?" He simply said, cocking an eyebrow, and taking a sip of scotch.
"Let me put it frankly to you. Emily never stopped loving you. For 7 years you sat in prison, she didn't know where you were, what had happened to you. She took care of your only son. She kept your ring. I know, because I found it." Rossi said pulling out the gold chain that held Emily's ring Doyle had given her 8 years ago.
Ian's breath hitched momentarily. She'd said. He'd believed her, too angry at her for hiding Declan to care much what she'd done with it.
"Listen, Doyle. I'm here because I'm supposed to help you feel better about your situation. And up until about 4 hours ago, that's what my intention was. Now I'm here to warn you. If you weren't the man I know you are. I might still be inclined to help you feel better. Now, I could honestly not care less. I know what you've done in the past so don't mind if I don't hold your hand when you actually did the RIGHT thing for once and are dealing with the aftermath," he said with a hint of condescension.
"No Doyle, I'm here to warn you. Within the next day or so, Morgan will have figured it out. He will tell Hotch, and THEY WILL COME FOR YOU. Understand?"
Ian gave a single curt nod. He understood.
"The only reason I found out was because Garcia accidentally forgot to shut her office door, when I went in to talk to her she was gone, but left up on her screen was some pages that were a little more under the table financing for a certain Ian Doyle, supposedly deceased. "
Ian's mind was racing. All of his accounts he'd given access to Penelope to, so she could hack into them and change all of the accountee's information, name etc… He wanted nothing that could be connected back to HIM.
"I know you would never abandon Emily or your children willingly. No, your not that type of bastard, but you still are a bastard. And you need to go. Get out off of the East coast and don't come back. Morgan will never stop looking for you. Not after the hell you put Emily through, that you put him through." Rossi gulped down the last of his scotch and stood up.
Ian stood up, squaring up and looking Rossi right in the eyes, crossing his arms. The old man certainly had balls.
"Emily is happy with you. Apparently. She's never stopped loving you. Not for a minute. So do what's best for her and your family. Leave. TONIGHT. And whatever you do, do not come within 100 miles of this place. I won't be able to stop Morgan or Hotch once they find out. Cent Anni…" Rossi said squeezing his shoulder, and walking out of the den.
Ian stood like a statue. He heard Rossi saying goodbye to Emily, and he wished her good luck. How little she knew that they were gonna need it….
