Emily Prentiss P.O.V
"Hey, Baby girl, tell me something I wanna hear," Derek said to the technical analyst. "You're a statuesque god of sculpted chocolate," She said. "Tell me something I don't know," He said. "Uhmm…I have a sweet tooth?" Garcia laughed, "Okay, so I have bad news." "How much worse can it get…? Go ahead…" Derek sighed. "She doesn't have any one to live with," Garcia told him. "None?" Derek asked. "Nope. Parents both had no siblings, all Kaitlin's grandparent's are dead….there's a few distant relatives, but they're either really old, really young, or in jail. She has one distant…someone…but he's a registered sex offender…" Garcia sighed. "Ugh. Can't this kid catch a break? Thanks, baby girl," Derek said. "You're welcome, my god of sculpted chocolate," Garcia said and hung up.
Derek walked back in. "Prentiss," He said to me. I walked over to him. We stood in the corner of the room.
"She doesn't have any family…she's gotta go into foster care," Derek whispered in a hushed tone. "No one?" I was shocked. He shook his head. I had to make a decision. How could I let her go into foster care?