A/N: Hi guys sooo sorry again for the hiatus but hopefully this story is worth it for you! This chapter will have some flashbacks, like TEENAGED flashbacks so enjoy! XD


3 Months later:

Emily sat anxiously on the arm of the couch waiting for Declan. Today was his first "practice" fight and she was beyond nervous. On top of dealing with Ian. He was acting so strangely. He would be irritable and irrational one moment and then practically comatose another, kept blaming "these damned headaches!" whenever she was concerned enough to ask.

She'd for the time being, decided to leave well enough alone. Today was Declan's day and he'd been training very hard. And she wasn't surprised at the fact that he was pretty damn good. She sighed again, she'd never wanted this but if this was what he wanted, who was she to stop it? All she could do was protect him like she always had.

Declan leaned up against the wall, "You ready, Mom?"

Emily shook her head out of her foggy thoughts.

"Wow, bud, you look..." She tilted her head. He was dressed differently than normal, he had blue jeans with a chain to his wallet, and a tapout shirt, beanie cap, and... Ian's leather jacket? But he looked so familiar, she couldn't quite place it.

"He looks like me when I was younger, and with more hair I'd say." Ian said cockily, sauntering into the living room, and it all came to her! "Oh. My. God." she said...


"John QUIT! You're acting like a 16 year old and our fake IDs don't cover personality. only Age and Faces so can we please get a move on? Act your age not your shoe size." A young Emily Prentiss snapped at her friend. They were in Ireland for a month because of her mother and his uncles postings there, and by their first weekend Emily had been determined they were going to party it up. She had selfish reasons for wanting to forget Italy. Things had not been the same since her abortion. Matthew was, well Matthew, and she was just trying to get herself back.

They made it into the pub finally and ordered 2 giant beers and a scotch for her, on the rocks. She lit a cigarette and exhaled, enjoying her first real moment of freedom since she'd left Italy.

"Em, dude, that older guy over there? In the corner with all those guys? He's totally checking you out." John said laughing.

"Shut up! He totally isn't. Plus he's like gotta be in his twenties. Why would he be staring at me?" Emily murmured.

"I dunno, but I sure as hell dont want to find out. He looks like a thug, look at the dudes he's with, they could EASILY sit on both of us to kill us."

"They wouldn't need to. The .45s they're all packing would do the job," She snorted looking away, absentmindedly sipping her scotch.

"DUDE, how could you know that? You looked over for all of like, two seconds!" John guffawed.

"I don't have stupid stamped across my forehead Johnny, Im observant, thats all." She sniffed.

They chatted for a while, careful to not mention their real age or any topic associated with high school.

"Em, that guy... he's STILL staring at you, like he hasn't even blinked." John nudged her.

She looked over her shoulder very discreetly. He wasn't wrong. And neither was the guy staring at her... Damn he'll do. she thought naughtily. Ripped jeans, perfectly fitted. Leather biker boots, a black Guinness t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He had ice blue eyes and the most adorable shaggy curly blonde hair that stuck out underneath a black knit cap.

She waved over the bartender, "Can I get a shot of vodka please?" The man nodded, and brought back her shot. Nothing would put the balls into an Emily Prentiss better than a shot of vodka. "Hey!" She called back to the bartender.

"Aye?"

"Whose that blonde guy in the corner booth?" She asked, fluttering her lashes... just a little.

"Ian Doyle, Hes the man to know around here, aye its not a mate any one of us would cross either, ill tell ya dat." The man said in a thick Irish accent, going back to cleaning glasses.

She took a deep breath, took the shot and stood up from the bar.

"Emily! What the hell are you doing?" John asked grabbing her arm.

"Get off me! I'm just going over to see what he's so interested in. If I get lucky, you know the way back right?" She said winking at him before shrugging off his hand and sauntering over to the table where Ian Doyle sat. Before she even processed what she was going to say she blurted out,

"What the FUCK are you staring at?" She said placing both hands on the table, raising an eyebrow at the man she was addressing.

The men around him seemed to stiffen up, she doubted anyone ever talked to the boss like that. But he'd never met Emily Prentiss.

"Leave us," The blonde said dismissively. she stood frozen as the men shuffled around her careful not to touch her. She could see John spazzing over at the bar from the eyes in the back of her head.


"Oh. My. God." She whispered again.

"What Emily?" Ian asked in annoyance.

"It was YOU! I MET YOU BEFORE WE MET IN BOSTON!" She exclaimed jumping off the couch arm.

"Emily are you out of your mind?" Ian laughed.

"NO! AT the bar, Bradys IN IRELAND, I had just turned 16 and you were what? 25? I snuck into that bar with my friend and YOU!" She screeched excitedly. "You were looked and dressed almost exactly like Declan does now! Thats why i thought he looked like someone I knew before. IT WAS YOU!"

She collapsed back onto the couch giggling almost in hysterics.

She looked back up at him. "Did you know you'd just banged a 16 year old?" She asked, smirking.

Ian looked like he'd seen a bloody ghost. He rubbed his eyes. "No... NO way... 16?!... Aww Bloody hell..." he groaned.

Emily just sat back looking smug and laughed at his discomfort.

She looked back over at Declan, "Yeah, buddy we're ready to go. Just give your dad a minute, he's feeling a little... old."
Declan just grinned right back at Ian as Ian glared at the two of them.

"Bloody hell..."