A/N: WOAH! Another update! Is this the beginning of an updating streak?! I know that there have been a lot of suggestions and I really appreciate them, and I'm sorry if some of these chapters seemed rushed I'm just trying to get to certain points without missing very important parts. I wasn't sure if I was going to really get into Spencer's headaches because I really wanted to get to this part of the story and I have so many other things planned ahead that I want to get to and that I hope you'll really like! So please, review review, I really appreciate them all and love the detail that you all give! The more reviews the more I want to update! So thank you again for all of you who are still reading and those who have added this to their favorites and have began reading! Here we go.

Caitlyn let out a sigh as she zipped up a very familiar and easily recognizable pair of heeled boots. The boots that once held a woman who was strong, a woman who gave her hope. They were given to Caitlyn seeing as though she was the closest to Prentiss and Spencer suggested that she wore them as a reminder that Prentiss would want her to walk on; she would want her to continue in her footsteps, strong. Caitlyn laced her fingers through her hair and rested her head in her hands.

"Hey," Spencer called from the doorway, holding the strap of his messenger bag in his hand.

"How's you head?" Caitlyn asked. Spencer had been dealing with headaches recently, causing him to crawl into the bed when Caitlyn couldn't even move due to her depression.

"Not too bad." He smiled weakly in response, running his hand over his head. He had recently cut off his long locks against Caitlyn's protest.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to go back." Caitlyn said, standing up and looking in the mirror. She was still the same person, but she stood so weakly in those boots. Emily would have told her to get over it with a smirk. Spencer came behind her and placed his hands on her stomach.

"What are you doing?" Caitlyn asked as the young doctor kneeled down. He closed his eyes and kissed her stomach, looking up at her.

"We're going to try again, and it's going to happen for us." he smiled up at her.

"Come on, let's go, don't make me cry before we get into the office!" She said pulling him up by his arms and kissing him lightly.

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Caitlyn was welcomed warmly back into the BAU, Garcia- even though she had sent her plenty of gift baskets- ran up and gave the young agent a smaller basket of her favorite things.

"Welcome back! I love you and I missed you and did I say I love you!" Garcia rattled.

"Caitlyn." A voice called from behind her, she turned around to see Derek Morgan.

"Hey!" She smiled, only to see that his face was like stone and serious. "What's happening?"

"I have some things you might want to see." Morgan informed her.

Derek filled her in on all the information that he had secretly gotten about Doyle and his whereabouts.

"Are you in?" Derek asked.

"Let's fucking get him." Caitlyn responded.

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After days of the operation they had finally gotten Doyle into custody.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked as Caitlyn stared at him through the window.

"Yes." Caitlyn responded shortly, tapping the heels of one of Emily's boots. "I want to go in there and talk to him."

"You know that you can't do that, you're too emotional and too attached." Spencer responded.

"He killed my best friend." Caitlyn began, shaking, "He killed our baby."

"I know… but you know there's a right way to do things and we have him now." Spencer responded before they were called into their meeting room.

Their unit chief stoof at the head of the table as the agents piled in.

"Hey Hotch, nice beard." Caitlyn couldn't help herself, even with the severity of the situation.

"Thanks. Everybody have a seat." Hotch began, "7 months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her."

"WHAT." Caitlyn fired shooting from her seat. She was going to throw up, the world was spinning around her and she was flooded with so many emotions that she didn't even have one to choose from.

"She was air lifted and her identity was strictly need to know. She stayed in a secure location until she was okay to travel, and then she was reassigned in Paris where she had several identities, none of which we had for her security." Hotch continued.

"She's alive?" Penelope asked with tears in her eyes. Caitlyn fell back into her seat, looking over at Spencer. She could see the emotions and the thoughts going through his brain so loud it was as if she could hear them. Caitlyn was hurt, so hurt. Why wouldn't Emily tell her this? But she felt… relief. It was like a miracle, she knew Emily and she knew that if she would have been able to tell her that she would have. Caitlyn was understanding in that way, but she knew that Spencer would take it differently. Of course she would have to listen to her explanation but if somehow Emily was alive- that would be enough for her. Caitlyn choked back her tears and grabbed Spencer's hand tightly.

"We buried her…" Spencer stated, confused.

"As I said I was responsible for this decision, if anyone has any issues they should be directed towards me." Hotch responded.

"Well, where is she." Caitlyn asked as she heard footsteps approaching behind her. First she heard Penelope,

"Oh my god."

Caitlyn turned to see Emily Prentiss standing in the doorway. That was it, the tears started to flow down her face and she began to sob. She felt Spencer's arm wrap around her.

"I am so sorry, I really am, not a day went by that I didn't want to…" Emily began and then Caitlyn heard her footsteps come towards her. All the other agents had stood up to hug her, but Caitlyn couldn't even move.

"Oh, Cait…" Emily said coming over to where she sat, Caitlyn looked up at her and then latched onto her so tightly she herself was afraid that she would break her in half.

"Emily… god. I had so much to tell you, I talked to you. I talked to you when I thought you were in heaven, I stood outside like an idiot talking to the stars, begging them to bring you back…" Caitlyn cried.

"Really? I bet you did look pretty crazy." Emily joked, Caitlyn let out a snicker, happy to have her smart retorts back in her life.

"Yeah well… I now have your favorite boots so we can kind of be even and you're really going to have to make it up to me."

"I will, and none of you deserved this and I'll explain, but I need to know what's going on with Declan." Emily stated.

The agents filled Emily in about the case and in the end Doyle was finally dead, and his son was saved.

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The car ride home was silent, Caitlyn drove as Spencer stared out the window.

"Alright, I saw the look on your face, the way you acted, how you hugged Emily and the way you looked at her and JJ. Spill, tell me what you think about all of this." Caitlyn urged him.

"I don't know what I think." Spencer responded.

"Well that's a first. We got Emily back." Caitlyn said.

"Did we?" Spencer mumbled.

When they arrived back to their apartment Caitlyn kicked off Emily's boots, not getting the same feeling that she did that morning and every morning prior when she put them on. Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, staring out of the window. Caitlyn crawled behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"Talk to me, please." she begged him.

"I don't even know what to talk about, Caitlyn. For starters we were lied to. By Emily and especially JJ, she knew this whole time." Spencer said, monotoned.

"Yeah, but Emily said that she would explain, and I think there had to have been a good reason." Caitlyn responded, sending Spencer shooting from the bed, standing to face her.

"A good reason? Good enough of a reason for JJ not to tell me when I went to her house to cry every day? Crying over the fact that Emily was dead and that my wife was in bed and I couldn't get her out. I couldn't even get you to move, or open the blinds. Was it good enough of a reason to not tell me when I was so afraid that you who told me that you were indestructible, you who was the one who was the tough one, the one who was strong couldn't even move!" Spencer yelled. Caitlyn's heart sunk in her chest, she was so depressed that she couldn't even get out of bed and was only thinking about herself. She knew that he was going and talking to JJ but she was too wrapped up in her own feelings that after the funeral she didn't even realize that Spencer was being strong for her and falling apart elsewhere.

"Spencer… I…" Caitlyn began.

"No! I don't think it's good enough of a fucking reason! Maybe you're not smart enough to understand that or-" Spencer immediately stopped after the last part of his sentence. "I didn't mean that, I didn't mean it that way." he apologized. Caitlyn just looked down at her hands.

"I know. And you know what, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I can't be strong all the time, I'm sorry that I'm just happy to have Emily back and that I can tell her all the things that I've been wanting to tell her. And if that makes me stupid, fine! Then I guess I'm just some idiot because I can be happy when something good happens! Sorry I'm not smart enough to understand that, but if being smart means that I also don't have compassion or understanding then I'd rather be stupid!" Caitlyn screamed, standing up and grabbing her pillow and blanket, slamming the door to their bedroom and making her way to the couch.

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Unable to sleep the whole night, Caitlyn unlatched the window and stepped out onto the ledge, which was covered by bars and made it a comfortable spot to sit. Caitlyn wrapped Spencer's robe- the only thing that was hanging in the living room since she had barged out- around her and placed her glass of wine on the windowsill. She heard her phone vibrate and she leaned down and grabbed it off the charger.

"You know I almost had a little bit of a heart attack and thought that you were calling me from the grave." Caitlyn smiled into the phone.

"That would have been impressive on my part."

"I missed you." Caitlyn sighed.

"I'm so sorry… and I'm so sorry about the baby." Emily said, and Caitlyn could hear her fighting back tears on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay… I mean, I was pretty destroyed by it. Seeing you die like that, I had nightmares of it for weeks. But I started to get better. And me and Spencer decided that if we have a girl we were going to name her Emma, kind of like Emily, but still after you." Caitlyn confessed.

"I'm so sorry." Emily apologized again.

"Well now that you're alive that's definitely not happening." Caitlyn joked, and she heard Emily cackle on the other end of the line. Four hours had passed of the two catching up and it was almost time until they would all have to head back into the office.

"We should get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." Emily said on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, I'll see you. Emily, I love you."

"I love you too."

Caitlyn hung up the phone and almost had a heart attack when she saw the shadow of Spencer standing in the hallway.

"Why would you scare me like that, jeez." Caitlyn grumbled, crawling back inside and locking the window and sitting on the couch.

"Are you really going to sleep there?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah." Caitlyn snapped at him. Spencer walked over to her and sighed, sitting on the couch.

"I listened to you for the last four hours, it was kind of hard not to." Spencer smiled lightly, but Caitlyn just looked straight ahead. He continued,

"Listen, I'm sorry. I don't know how girl bonds work and… when you were stuck in bed I was so afraid. That's what happened to my mom when her schizophrenia started. She would have days where she couldn't even get out of bed, and I was afraid that I had lost you and that I wasn't ever going to get you back. I was afraid that you were never going to be the same again. We have gone through so much and you have always been strong and always been okay, so I just was afraid. I know I think I know everything but I don't and…" Spencer said when Caitlyn cut him off.

"What was that last sentence?" Caitlyn said and Spencer rolled his eyes knowing exactly what she was getting at.

"…I know I think I know everything but I don't." Spencer mumbled.

"Okay, now that you've admitted it, go on." Caitlyn said with a smirk.

"And I maybe won't ever be able to understand how you can forgive easily and why I can't- but I'm not going to hold it against you. I am hurt and I am angry, but those are how I feel and I can't get mad because you don't feel the same." Spencer finished. Caitlyn turned to look at him,

"I'm sorry that I scared you, and I know I can't change your mind about being angry and because I know you, and you have to come to most conclusions yourself. So, at least I got to hear you admit that you don't know everything, I should have recorded that." Caitlyn sighed.

"Can you come sleep in the bed now?" The young doctor asked, standing up from the couch and holding his hand out. Caitlyn took it and smiled, following him into the bedroom and snuggling into him once they got into the bed.

"Thank god, I really didn't want to sleep on that couch, it's uncomfortable we need to get a new one." Caitlyn yawned into her husband.

"You're a strange one, Mrs. Reid." Spencer yawned as well.

"Well Mr. Reid sometimes I swear you drive me insane, one day I could be an un-sub."

"That's marriage I guess." he smiled.

"What do you mean?" Caitlyn asked.

"The idea of being killed by you doesn't bother me at all, because that would mean that you would be the last thing I would see and feel before I died." Spencer responded.

"Aw, that was cute and very morbid, and you said I was the strange one." Caitlyn responded, giving him a peck on the neck before finally falling asleep.