A/N: Ok can I just say now, that as a Diehard-Dentiss shipper tonights ep of CM I took TOTALLLLLLLY out of context. Yes, all the Hotch/Prentiss shippers were like Jet scene! Jet scene! And alllllllllll I took from the whole episode was that Emily had feelings for Doyle, she felt guilty, and she loved him, and nightmares, and yeah :DD None of which was probably meant to be taken that way but my mind shall forever love Ian Doyle :DD

Anyways YEAH another chapter whoooo!

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Emily rolled her neck around again. They'd been driving for close to 6 hours now and her neck was starting to get sore and she still had no idea where they were headed. The kids were all sound asleep, listening to the whirring sound of tires against highway pavement.

Ian stared straight ahead eyes on the darkened freeway, they were headed east bound, and Emily could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He was always planning (or plotting, depending on your philosophical bend) and she knew he was internally exploding. He hadn't said one word since they left their home, friends, their whole life behind them. It was now close to 3 AM and the uncomfortable silence was killing her. She'd never be able to sleep so she didn't even attempt it. She opened her mouth to speak, but paused, not quite sure how or what she wanted to say. She didn't want to nag him, but not knowing was driving her crazy. She could feel her ulcer burning and she was dying for a cigarette. She compulsively looked behind her every five minutes to check on the bag of death that was sitting right behind her children. That was most likely the cause of her neck pain.

Finally, she spoke, quietly as not to wake any of the kids.

"So, uh-hmm," she cleared her throat quietly, "Where, uh where are we headed?" She asked. She watched Ian's expression carefully. The last thing she wanted to do right now was start an argument.

"Indiana." Was all he said. Emily balked. Indiana? Why? What the hell? She furrowed her brow in confusion. What was in Indiana?

"Indiana?" The question apparent in her voice.

"Emily, we need low-key. A place to settle down. A place no one would ever think to look." Ian said softly.

"Low key… But, why Indiana? I mean, yeah it's in the middle of nowhere, but it's all, like, corn and stuff." She said in total confusion. "What would we do in Indiana? Are we going to take up farming or something?" She asked snorting derisively.

"Emily. Think. We need a quiet place, not a big city. The best place to hide is in plain sight. I know a town that would be perfect for doing just that."

Again Emily snorted, "How do YOU know of a town in Indiana?" She asked.

"I stopped there once on my way to Chicago." He said shortly.

"Chicago? You have a private jet. Why didn't you just fly straight to Chicago?" She asked. This was all making no sense. He'd never told her he'd ever been to Indiana, not even in passing, let alone remembering a stop-over town on his way to somewhere else.

"Some of the…hardware… I was carrying, wasn't safe for airplane travel, you might say." Ian said clearing his throat now, clearly indicating he didn't want to talk about it.

" Hardware?..." She paused again, before switching subjects. "So where in…Indiana, are we going?" She asked, still dumbfounded at the fact she was about to be living with an *ex IRA member* and their *children* in a Hicktown surrounded by *corn*.

"Auburn." He said gruffly.

"Auburn…" She repeated slowly.

"Emily if you're going to continue to repeat everything I say, this is going to be a very long drive, and I'm going to tell you now my patience is very thin." Ian said pointedly, raising an eyebrow at her.

Emily's mouth just hung open. She hadn't even really noticed that she'd been repeating him.

"Okay. Sorry, I'm just so confused by all of this." She said, pursing her lips together, not even earlier that day she'd been pondering whether or not she would even be able to stay with Ian. Now they were uprooting their entire family, together, and he had seemingly snapped out of his funk in an instant. Which, admittedly is what she'd wanted, but she didn't know it would mean leaving her whole life behind her.

"So, Rossi just sat down and said you need to leave." She stated, trying to make sense of the situation.

"In a nutshell. Yes." Ian said curtly.

"I just don't understand how Morgan and Hotch figured it all out… I mean, I just talked to Hotch, like, three days ago about arranging a play date for Jack to come over… He seemed fine…" She pondered. All of this was giving her a migraine. She needed an Ativan but Ian was so sensitive about what she took. She leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes.

"I don't know what to tell you, Love." Ian said, still not going into detail. He reached for her hand again, giving it a small squeeze. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. She couldn't help but give him a small smile. She had no reason to feel comfortable in the situation they were in, she had no reason to even trust him, and yet she felt a sense of ease when he was holding her hand. A piece of her just felt like this was just like old times. Back in the days when they were just two arms dealers, jet-setting around Europe; lovers in a dangerous game… With a few exceptions in the past 2 years, she'd never felt unsafe when she was with Ian. In fact, being with him had always made her feel more safe, she'd known his intentions, he had her back, she was always protected to the nines with him. She felt a twinge of guilt as she remembered how she'd used his trust, abused his feelings for her.

She looked behind her again at the sleeping children in the back seat. Declan's head was resting against Landen's car seat; his mouth drooling just a little bit. No, this wasn't just like old times. This was going to be MUCH, MUCH harder…