Her return

The moment he had been waiting for, for seven months had finally come. His chest rose and his hands were sweating. He gripped the gun in his out stretched hands ready to fire, ready to end this man life. Standing out here on the roof staring down this devil of a man he realized a bullet to the head just wasn't enough. This man disserved torture but he had no authority to do such a thing. "You're going to kill me yourself agent?" Doyle called out. His hands gripped the gun even harder. He quickly ran over and pushed Ian to the ground. "Shut up," he spat and cuffed Ian's arms behind his back.

He got him…he got him," he angrily smiled to himself. Emily could now rest in peace.

Preparation

She had just received a call from Tom saying that Declan had been kidnapped. Her stomach dropped and her insides twisted. Her brain immediately went to Doyle. He had finally found his long lost son.

She had pulled herself together in the last month. Her pain had finally settled and she hadn't tried to kill herself. She was finally going home. Home, as she said that word it was as if she didn't know the meaning. Now that she thought about it where was her home? She no longer had her apartment; JJ had informed her that Hotch had stored all of her things.

She was not only happy to be returning to D.C but terrified. They thought she was dead. When she walks through that door they're going to be shocked, and happy. Will they be happy, or hateful? She packed what little she had and headed to the airport. She would arrive in D.C in few hours, and till then she was going to panic.

Morgan had his arms crossed as he leaned up against the door. He was staring Doyle down preparing a group of questions to ask. All he really wanted to do was jump across the table and land a few punches on his smirking face. 'I hate you. I hate you!' his mind screamed. 'I hate you.' Emily could have easily beaten his ass, why didn't she? What was their fight like? Had she been winning at a certain point? She had to have been. She lost to this loser. 'I hate you.'

What he'd give to have her standing beside him, help him interrogate this guy… just like the good old days. They might have even tried a little good cop, bad cop, and see where it went. He knew was in here with him, in spirit. She was standing behind Doyle's chair cheering him on. Telling him it was about time this son of a bitch paid for what he's done.

The Call

"Emily?!"

"Hey Hotch… I'm coming in," she said nervously.

"What?"

"Decal tried to make a call, I'm almost there."

"Ok, um… I have to tell them."

"Ok, ok… Hotch I'm so scared."

"It's ok to be scared, just be prepared for the types of reactions."

"Right, see you then."

He nodded knowing she couldn't see him and hung up. As he turned the corner he ran into JJ. "It's time."

"Why? Morgan may be able to break Doyle without her."

"Decal tried to make a call, she's on her way."

She sighed. "Alright I'll get Morgan.

"I'll get the others."

The Story Has Been Told

'What?!' he asked himself. 'That's…that's not possible I saw her die'. Morgan's eyes widened. What the hell was going on? He lying, he has to be lying. This can't be true. Emily is dead, he saw it, they buried her, he visits her grave, he sees her ghost. Was it all in his head? Have the last seven months been a lie? "Any issues? Yeah I got some issues!" he spat at Hotch.

He looked down at the table in front of him and was ready to flip it in anger. He then heard Garcia gasp and just for that split second he paused. Was he willing to look up and see who was standing in the doorway? Was he willing to be heartbroken all over again? Yes.

With that made for himself he jerked his head behind him and started in awe. It was her, it really was her. She changed her hair but it was her. His heart skipped a beat and his legs stopped moving. All he wanted to do was run to her and take her way to some place safe. He couldn't, this other part of him was angry and full of hate. He was so angry that this was happening. Why didn't they tell him? Did they not trust him?

Garcia turned her head around and looked at Morgan. His face was sad, his eyes hurt, his muscles relaxed. Not knowing what to say she turned back to Emily.

Emily let go of Garcia and Reid's hand before continuing forward. "I am so sorry, you didn't disserve that," she said hugging him. She tried hard not to make the situation awkward but it felt like what she needed to do. 'Please hug me back'. She wished closing her eyes. Then she felt the slight pressure of his hand on her back. 'Thank you.'

The moment she touched him, it was like a wave of electricity zapped through his body. When she wrapped her arms around him he just wanted to melt. The sent of her lavender hair filled his senses. 'I've missed you.' His closed lips tried to speak.

He Is Dead and So Am I

"We got him," Hotch said to her.

"Yep, we got him," she said trying not to sound sad.

"Are you alright?"

She hesitated. "Yeah just tired, it's been a long day."

"I'm glad you're back."

"So am I," said softly.

"Where do you want me to drop you?"

"Here's fine," she said as they got into the city. "Thanks for driving me."

He nodded and looked at her with a frown. "Where are you staying?"

"Just a hotel down the street."

"Then let me take you."

"No, it's fine. I could use a walk anyways… to clear my head you know?'

"Right, see you later."

Emily didn't respond, she only opened the car door and waved him goodbye. As she watched him drive off and his lights blend in with the city she slowly walked over to the bus station's bench. She sat there, steadied her breathing, pressed her trembling lips together and sucked it all back in. she was going to be just fine. She was home; this is where she belonged,

He had followed them out here. He wanted to see where Hotch was taking her. He pulled into a nearby parking lot and sat on a bench across the street from her. It was too dark for her to notice him and that was ok, he didn't want to be seen.

He watched as she patiently sat and occasionally squirmed. Morgan wasn't quite sure why she was sitting there, the bus wouldn't be coming for another hour or so.

Her eyes glistened in the moon light, they were so beautiful. He saw her wipe away the tears that fell from her blinking lids. Why was she sad? She was alive, she was home, and they had gotten Doyle, or was that just if? Did she wish she was dead? Was this not her home anymore? Did she really love him? Snapping out of his trance he fixed his gaze back on her. She was balling now.

The wind had picked up and small raindrops began to fall. It was like she was controlling the weather with her emotions. He had never seen her cry before and it made him feel bad. Had he caused all of this? He hadn't really welcomed her back the way he should have. Should he go over there to comfort her? Or was it too soon? He stood up and was ready to cross the street when he saw her double over in pain. He was frozen, what was he supposed to do, run over and help her?

Before he could do anything she grabbed her purse and quickly dug through it. In a matter of moments he pulled out an orange bottle of pills.

They crying had put to much pressure on her stomach muscles and now she was paying for it. Throwing two pain killers in her mouth she swallowed them ready for the pain to stop. She had to get out of here, she need to get to the hotel. She needed to stop thinking out Doyle. She had compared herself to a abused wife. You get it and hate it, but when someone try's to take him away from you, you fight for him. Deep down you know he's a good man when he's not hurting others. That man had Doyle written all over it. Although Ian never hit her while they were together he did try to kill her after the fact.

Morgan was at his car now. He couldn't stand to watch her be in so much pain. Opening the door he hopped in and drove home.