A/N: So starting season 3!

Complicated things up ahead, hold on tight.

Season 3 Episode 01 = Doubt

I was relived when JJ called, if we had a case I wouldn't have to think about the situations that I had to deal with at home, in the last few days I was felling like they were suffocating me.

Apparently someone from the agency had decided to talk to dad about my old job with, apparently they didn't say much just that my final case had not gone very well, and that after that they decided to dismantle the team, and that it was pretty much my fault.

Dad had gone ballistic and tried to find out what the mission was about, what had happened and how it had ended, but no one told him anything so he decided to come to me, only for, the first time in my life, I told him it was none of his business, needless to say to say that didn't fly with him

I was already so mad at the situation at work, at being so shamelessly used by Strauss, at the fact that as soon as this came out the team would hate me. And to make matters worst my time to give Liam and answer was approaching quickly. So I did the only thing we Prentiss did best, lashed out as a defense mechanism.

Accused him and my mother of having a child for show, of all the things of my childhood and almost blurted out about the ghosts I still carried, when I decided to live the house in a huff he said if I left before telling him anything I shouldn't bother come back. I am a thirty year old woman, was he insane?

Well let's just say I wasn't welcome in my mother's house for the next foreseeable future. As I got in my car I could hear mother shouting at him, and it made me feel guilty, was I screwing with all of this people's life? Should I have never come back?

Next day we had off, and I refused to take any calls, mother called, Liam called, Hotch called. I wasn't going to talk to any of them, and I knew I was closing off, shutting down.

I stayed inside the whole day, ordered food and read, nothing related to work or anything, I just wanted to not think. By night time JJ called and I was never happier about a crazy UNSUB, working made me not think about anything else.

It wasn't until we were in the round table that I realized that if I was here as a spy and not because of how good I had showed my job, that I froze out a little. I didn't know what to say, and so I barely said anything the whole time of the briefing.

By the time we were on the plane I saw Hotch's look, and I knew he wanted to talk to me, so I made sure to not sit anywhere near him, look busy and take primary jobs. Nothing that had profiling to be done, no crime scenes, no victimology nothing that would make me fuck up the case.

And having to answer to Chief Strauss was getting on my nerves, I was into a lot of pressure, and I knew If I didn't take a step back I would snap. After getting back from the coroner's Hotch cornered me.

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Prentiss."

"Sir?" God this was getting ridiculous, I sounded like a petulant child.

"I need you to help giving the profile." Oh crap.

"As soon as I'm done reading the notes we have on it Sir."

"Notes? You never had to read the notes to help before?"

"Excuse me." Why did I feel like I was going to throw up, it didn't take a genius to realize I was out of character, so how was I thinking of evading the God damn profilers?

When we left the campus to the hotel the only thing I wanted to do was clean off the blood, just take all the clothes and burn them, I felt repulsed by everything.

What was this team turning into? Did we loose our touch? Were we done?

The others decided to go to the restaurant together, I refused and went to my room, I had a missed call from Liam, and one from my mother. I decided to get Liam's I hadn't talk to him in a few days he was going to start worrying. I took a good shower and after getting ready for bed made my call.

"Hey."

"Hmm. Hi."

"How are you?"

"I'm good Em, you?"

"Not really, but I don't want to talk about it."

"Not much of a difference right? We haven't talked in a few days anyway."

"You are right I shouldn't have called, Goodbye." I didn't wait for an answer, I wasn't angry, I was just tired. I just lied down and fell into a restless sleep. We would be gone in the morning.

After getting the news that Hotch was suspended I knew this was only the first blow of many that Strauss had in her plans for him, and I was the one who should give her the means to do it.

Liam and I hadn't try to contact each other since last night, and I was relieved, it was one more fight I did not want to have. My life was getting so out of control that I had no idea what to do.

Strauss had given the team two weeks of rotation so that we would only assist on cases nearby, from the looks of things Gideon wasn't coming those two weeks either. So as soon as everybody was in the bullpen Gideon surprising said.

"How about we all go have a drink?" We all looked at him funny.

"I think I'm going home." Hotch was obviously not in the mood.

"Come on, you'll have two weeks to be home, let's go, just us, the team." I instantly winced at that, if they all new why I was here, they would still be treating me like before, like I wasn't part of the team.

"Ok, let's go." They all started getting to the elevator and I made motion to pretend to get my things, if I was slow enough they would be at the entrance waiting and I could evade them and go for my car.

"Why are you avoiding time with the team?" I turned and saw Hotch had stayed behind, I really didn't want to have this conversation now.

"I'm not." I could see he did not believed me.

"Really, because I'm pretty sure something happened." I got my purse and decided to leave before this could get more to a point where I would not be able to lie to him.

"If you will excuse me."

"You sit down, we are having this conversation." I looked up surprised, he was usually one to avoid confrontations, wasn't he? "Something happen that started to make your mind wonder, you started to doubt yourself and to avoid time with your co-workers."

"Nothing happened." I was getting angry.

"You are infuriating. But let me tell you this, as you said so you got here because you deserved it. So stop doubting yourself and just tell whoever said anything to you that you are good at what you do, or you wouldn't be here." At the end of his speech I felt like I should cry or something, not that I felt like it, but he had just summed up what I was not, deserving of this, of them.

"I have to go now." I said quietly, and as quickly as I could I left.

I drove for hours just not caring where I ended up. I had two weeks to make a decision, two weeks, and from the looks of it, I already knew what I would do. Politics sucked.