Mon Petit

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Summary: A fifteen years old girl comes in to the BAU with her field trip class and is in for surprise...

Timeline: Present Day

Special Thanks To: AmyPrentiss-Reid who asked for me to write her into a story. Enjoy.

A/N: Not sure about this story, but I had a long talk with Amy and we got the ball rolling. Probably a two shot.

By the way, 'Mon Petit' is French for My Little One

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Kay Knudsen said, "Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart."

There wasn't a lot that Amy Grey didn't know. She knew that sometimes life happens and things couldn't be changed.

The fifteen year old sophomore also knew that people didn't always stick around.

Closing her laptop the young brunette looked up when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in" she called out, turning in her rolled out desk chair, "Yeah? Hey Zoe."

"Shake a leg, it's time to go" the blonde girl quipped out.

"Give me a minute" Amy said, turning back to the laptop, focusing on the recently discovered information she had.

"Are you still looking for information on your birth mother?" the girl asked, wandering over to her, "You know that Sister Wendy will flip if she finds out you stole your registry."

Amy shrugged, "So? What's she going to do expel me?"

The girl shook her head, "No but she could ban you from the field trip."

Amy pondered that, she had always dreamt of going visiting the FBI building, though no one knew the real reason why. She wanted to be a agent, and kept that fact to herself.

It wasn't because she thought it was glamorous or cool, but because she had this surge of adrenaline at catching criminals.

"Hey look, your dream job is on tv again" the girl told her, "The FBI."

Amy whirled around to her television, unmuting the television.

"The FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit was responsible for catching the Music Note Killer" the male news anchor announced, "The man now identified as Thomas March, murdered twenty women over the span of a decade."

Zoe shivered at that looking at her friend, "And you really want to do that?"

"Of course" Amy smirked, "I mean just look at them, that could be me."

"But you'll have to do the whole college thing and be super smart" Zoe said, "Not that you're not smart, you wouldn't have gotten into St. Peters, but come on Ames, chasing around the scum of the Earth? That's just nuts."

Amy quickly glanced at the tv and her eyes focused on the brunette agent on it. Emily Prentiss.

She had done a quick check up on her from Google and knew a little bit about her. That was a woman she aspired to be like.

A hard working, dedicated agent. Someone who'd never give up without a fight, and learning what she had with her lack of computer skills, she knew that Emily Prentiss was someone she needed to meet.

Zoe snapped her fingers in front of the teenager's face.

"Where'd you go?" the blonde asked, "I was asking about the info on bio mom."

The young brunette picked up her print out, "I found out that my birth mother had me at Georgetown University."

"So you're a local girl" Zoe nodded, "What else?"

Looking over at the paper, "Well that my birth certificate can't be found. Maybe even in Sister Colleen's office with the rest of the crap that my last foster family had dumped me off here with."

Zoe rolled her eyes, "So do we have to do a break in before field trip duty?"

Amy grinned at that, "Just picture it Zee, it'll totally be cool."

"Sure Agent Ames" the blonde teased, "But if we get caught and get any more demerits I am so kicking your butt if we so get suspended from the dance."

Amy folded her paper, shoving it in her pocket before grabbing her purse, "Have I ever let you down?"

The blonde muttered, "You owe me."

"Fine" Amy told her, "I'll repay the favor after we get the info."

The blonde's mood uplifted at that, "We do the double date with Bill and Johnny."

"Oh that's really gonna suck" the young brunette muttered, as the two teenagers walked out of the dorm room.

"Emily" Reid said coming out of the break room, "Statistically there's no proven fact that caffeine has caused irritability."

"Little man, don't make me hit you" Emily muttered, wandering out the glass doors with Reid trailing behind.

"Also there's several proven theories that coffee is not addictive" Reid added, watching his friend stop and spin around, he was taken back by her incredulous look.

"Please tell me you're joking" Emily deadpanned, looking around, "Am I being Punk'd? Where's Ashton's crew?"

Reid raised an eyebrow at that, "I'm just stating that there's no need for you to totally rule out your coffee."

"Look, I'm already on edge with Strauss' return, JJ's bridesmaid's fittings, Garcia and her super dependent need to ask every single tidbit in my relationship with Hotch to compare to hers with Kevin" Emily quickly huffed out, "And the Director decided to let high school kids wander through the BAU floors for a field trip, so tell me why would I need coffee to add on to it?"

Raising his hands in defeat, "Just saying."

Tilting her head to the side, "Well zip it."

The brunette was in an intense stare off with the younger man that neither one heard the ping of the elevator or the simultaneous groan of two very annoyed men.

"Easy there kiddo" Dave said, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder, "He's like the Wicked Witch in Oz, keep staring and he'll turn into a pile of goo."

"Make her stop" Reid whispered looking over at Hotch for help, but saw the Unit Chief just wink at Emily before making his way into the bullpen.

"Looks like he's on my side" Emily gloated.

"Of course he's on your side" Reid muttered, "You're his girlfriend, he's not suicidal."

"Whoa" Dave laughed, patting Reid on the back, "Nice knowing you pal."

Dave walked towards the glass door, sighing as he turned back, "Kiddo, give the kid a reprieve for now. Please, as a favor to your father figure."

Emily exhaled, turning to the older man, "Fine but consider that your early Father's Day present."

He watched the brunette storm into the bullpen before turning back to Reid, "You're getting me the Roberto Cavalli watch she was suppose to get me."

Reid rolled his eyes, turning around and bumping into two young teenage girls.

"Can I help you?" he asked, looking from the young blonde who looked bored to the young brunette eyeing him with glee.

"We're lost" the blonde answered quickly, "We were with our class and got separated."

"Oh, that's understandable" Reid answered, "Follow me and I'll help you get back on track."

The young genius motioned for the elevators with the blonde trailing him but the brunette stared into the bullpen looking at the older brunette who had her head buried in case files.

Amy was so intent on watching Emily, that she tuned out Reid and Zoe's conversation or the fact that her friend was tugging on her arm.

"It's her" Amy said, excitedly seeing her. Turning to Zoe, "It's Emily."

"Anderson" Reid called out, "Do you know where the St. Peters High School class was headed towards?"

"I believe they're suppose to tour the Forensic Lab then the Technical Analyst Department" the agent replied, "I can call Harris in forensic to see if they're there?"

"Thanks" Reid replied, looking over to see the young blonde pull on the brunette who was intensely looking into the bullpen at someone.

Reid looked to see what had drawn the girl's attention and all he saw was Emily.

When Anderson came back with the information that the class was in the forensic lab about to move towards this floor.

"Ok girls" Reid told them, "I'll take you to your class."

"Thanks, agent?" Zoe started, realizing they didn't know his name.

"Reid" Reid told them, "Follow me."

Emily looked up and chuckled at the sight before her, shaking her head she watched as Hotch came down the catwalk with his cell phone attached to his ear.

"Here" he told her, "He wants to talk to you."

The brunette walked out with the cell phone away from the noisy bullpen through the glass doors.

"Hey" the female agent said soothingly, "What's wrong, buddy?"

Emily listened intently as Jack went on about his day, when she looked over at the departing Reid with two young teenage girls.

That made her raise an eyebrow at the retreating forms and she made a mental note to ask him about it later.

"Ok" Emily told Jack, "Now, I want you to do me a great big favor, Jack. You have super duper fun with your Aunt Jessica at your soccer practice and tonight, Daddy and I might just have to get a pizza for dinner. How does that sound?"

Pulling the cell phone away from her ear from the excitable cheer of the young boy she quickly ended the call and went back to work.

"Forensic science is the application of sciences to answer questions in a legal aspect" the forensic tech told them, "Lets say that a crime had been committed, the police, the FBI agents even the law would need to know just how that crime had occurred and this could help prove whether someone was guilty or innocent."

"What kind of things cover the forensic field?" a young boy asked.

"Well there's DNA, prints, ballistics" the technician told them, "However those are all subdivisions handled by different technicians."

"How accurate is DNA profiling?" Amy asked, "I mean you can find out parental testing, right?"

"Yes" the technician answered, "Family relationship analysis is now a common testing nowadays. DNA contains information for certain function which is used for human identification."

The students listened in on the different identifying markers of testing when a blonde woman in flashy pink popped her head in with a smile on her face.

"All right, Harris my turn" the woman said, "Any of you interested in technical analysis follow me."

When she saw the confused looks she added, "Basically finding any information off of the internet with computer hacking."

That drew the young brunette's attention,

"Actually Garcia, the Director wanted to split the students into two pairs, one going down to the ballistics and the other going over accounting."

Garcia looked over the group and nodded, "Anyone want to be spared from ballistics follow me."

Harris rolled his eyes, "Fine I'll tell Marcum, you just know he was looking forward to that."

Amy looked over at her teacher, "Miss Graham, I'd like to check out that technical analysis thing if it's all right?"

"Anyone else want to go with Amy?" the teacher asked.

"I'll go with her" Zoe offered.

"Ooh two little dearies" Garcia cheered, grabbing the girls hands, "Now have either of you been two a lair?"

The friends exchanged a look as they were dragged down the hall towards an office.

As Garcia swiped her card through the scanner opening her office door, she turned the light on, and grinned at the students.

"Welcome to my lair" Garcia said, the teenage girls had been expecting dark and dank but where pleasantly surprised with a overly pink and feminine office.

"All right ladies, take a seat and I'll tell you all about the fascinating world of computer analysis" Garcia grinned, but saw the double puzzled faces, "Ok, how about I tell you a little bit about what I do for the BAU and if either of you have any questions you can let me know?"

The two girls merely nodded, puzzled by the bubbly behavior and sat back watching Garcia go on about tracking down criminals and finding various means of information.

What felt like hours but only twenty minutes had passed

"And now is there anything you want to ask me?" Garcia as the two girls.

Zoe shook her head but Amy raised her finger, trying not to lose her nerve. This was it.

"Yeah?" Garcia asked with a smile on her face.

The blonde had to admit despite the fact that she didn't like the idea of children being around the BAU with all the horrific things they saw on a daily basis, this was actually fun. She felt like teacher, only hipper.

"You look things up pretty quickly" Amy started, "What I want to know is, can you find anything?"

"I'm sorry?" Garcia asked, "Are you wondering how I do it?"

"Yeah" Amy asked, "Let say for instance, if I asked you to look up... I don't know a birth certificate or a hospital stay you could find that?"

Zoe shot her friend a look, she couldn't believe she was going to try and do that now.

"Oh that's easy" Garcia said, "Like I said the FBI's computer database is updated with state of the art technology and I can usually find it through legal course and proper channels."

"How about if you only have initials?" Zoe asked, trying to help her friend out, "Like if you know where someone was born and when but not the name of the biological parent."

"Well given the date of birth and location can be pretty easy," Garcia said, "But if the person's John or Jane Doe, that can be difficult unless the gender's known."

"Can I give you an example?" Zoe asked, "A baby girl born at Georgetown University Hospital say September 15, 1996?"

"Ok" Garcia slowly said, "This is all highly suspicious but I'm going to do a little checking, but there are things that I won't be able to tell you since this is all highly classified and confidential."

The blonde turned around to her computer, quickly typing away when she heard familiar heels making their way down the hall.

"Hey, PG" Emily said, walking into the office with her head down.

That made the two young girls look from each other to the surprised brunette.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked the blonde analyst.

"And pulling up birth records right about now" Garcia said, turning to her friend, "Just showing these two female youngsters all about the fabulous life of a technical analyst."

"By pulling up birth records to..." Emily read her eyes widening in surprise, "Georgetown University?"

"Mm hmm" Garcia said, turning when her computer pinged, "Well what do you know there were three babies born on September 15th, 1996."

The brunette backed up slowly murmuring to herself "What?"

Looking over at the two eager teenagers, her eyes scan from the young blonde to the petite brunette. There was something about those dark brown eyes.

Taking in her smaller frame and the way she was playing with her thumbnail, she knew. She knew who this child was.

"Are..." Emily started to speak, when Garcia cut her off with her gasp.

"And there seems to be twins boys born to an Claudia Del Toro, one baby born to Emily Prentiss?" Garcia read not focusing on on what she had read, "And one bouncing baby... wait what?"

The blonde whirled around to her friend, "Gumdrop?" while Amy's eyes searched Emily's "You?"

The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow rushing over to the computer shutting down the information with an angered growl.

"Never go through my personal information again, Garcia" she threatened, "Stay out of my private life."

"I didn't" Garcia whispered, stunned by the fact that her friend has a child, "Where... well where is your baby?"

"I don't have a baby" Emily said, turning on her heel and storming out of the room.

Zoe's soft eyes looked over at her younger friend, "Are you sure that's your mother?"

"What?" Garcia asked, looking at the two teenagers she forgot about, "Did you just say mother?"

Amy stood up, her hands nervously playing with the visitor's badge, biting her lip, "That's my mother."

"The greatest pain that comes from love is loving someone you can never have." Author Unknown

To Be Continued...

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