I Hope everyone enjoys this next story. I have to give credit to a very special friend who gave me the idea for the case, and I sort of built around that. And for this particular chapter I had lizzabet in mind with a little Derek and Emily scene. Happy reading!

It had been six months since Emily left to run Interpol's London office. Through a series of unfortunate events she has found herself standing at the all too familiar glass doors of the BAU. She entered the empty, dimly lit bull pen that triggered a flood of memories, good memories.

She saw the light beaming through the shades of Hotch's window. Emily smiled to herself, she had assumed he would still be here and she was right. She came purposefully late in the evening so she could speak to Hotch alone. He wasn't expecting her and she was sure her visit would surprise him. She turned to make the walk to his office.

Hotch was consumed with paperwork, but soon felt a presence, and looked up to see Emily standing in his doorway. "Hey there stranger." Emily said.

Hotch smiled and stood up, "Emily it's good to see you. Please have a seat." Emily nodded with a contagious smile. There was a quiet, awkward moment of them staring at each other then Hotch broke the silence. Still with a smile encasing his face his said, "So what brings you back to the states?"

"I guess I'll get right to the point." She let out a deep breath. "I want to come back." With that simple statement, Emily's face changed, her eyes held a lot of hurt and the tenseness in her face said she was pleading.

Hotch raised his head in concern and his smile dissipated, "What happened?"

"Nothing that I really want to talk about right now if that's okay?" She took a bite of her nails and then said, "Is there any chance for me to come back?"

"I will have to speak to Strauss, but I'm sure I can have you back in the office this week."

"Thank you." Emily stood up and held out her hand. Hotch stood up to grab it and return a shake, "It's good to see you again."

"You too Emily." Emily turned to leave, "Emily, anytime you need to talk, my door is always open."

She turned her head over her shoulder, "Thank you, and some day I may take you up on that offer. Good night Hotch."

"Good night. Its good to see you again."

"You too." She said and walked out.

Hotch watched her walk down the steps, out of the bull pen, and through the glass doors. He wondered what happened in London that made her want to come back. He could make a phone call to quickly find out but decided to let her tell him when she's ready. Hotch turned to go back to his desk, he looked at the picture of Jack setting by his computer, for him that was enough motivation to turn off his desk light and go home. Also with the idea of Emily coming back he could no longer concentrate on his work. He didn't realize until that moment how much he really had missed her.

Little did the team know the hell that was unfolding. It would be a case that would question humanity. For Emily it may be her breaking point and ultimately the team could fall apart. It would test their sanity, motivation and dependence on one another to bring a killer to justice.

Emily was currently staying at a hotel; she hadn't had time to find her an apartment. Leaving London as fast as she could was her main priority.

Her phone rang and she saw Hotch's face popped up on her screen. Her stomach flipped at the excitement of coming back to the BAU. It had been two days since she spoke to Hotch and she was anxious to hear the news. "Hey Hotch its Emily, what did Strauss say?"

"You are free to come back. The team doesn't know, I thought I would leave that up to you to tell them."

"Great when do I start?"

"Tomorrow morning, 8 am."

"How could I ever thank you?"

"Be honest with me, and when you're ready, tell me what happened in London."

"Fair enough, I'll see you tomorrow morning 8am."

"See you then."

Emily did not like that deal. She didn't want to tell Hotch what happened in London. She wanted to let it go, telling him would mean showing her vulnerability just as she did before, all those times she had a bad day, after returning home from Paris. For the moment she would let the idea of telling Hotch what happened fade to the back of her mind and instead pack her go bag for work the next day.

This time standing in front of those glass doors at 7:30 am, the bull pen area was lit and very welcoming to her. She was glad to be back, but she wasn't sure how she would be received. She was just sure that the team had thought she betrayed them by leaving and now to return again, would probably bring up all those hard feelings towards her. Raising her head in confidence, she walked through the glass doors. Looking around she noticed Hotch had not yet arrived.

One she didn't expect see was Derek Morgan, her former partner and friend sitting at his desk working diligently on paper work. At a loss for words, she didn't know what to say. She looked and saw her old desk with her name plate on it; calmly she walked over and took a seat waiting for Morgan to say something. He never looked in her direction, so she wadded up a piece of paper and chucked it at him with a little giggle getting his attention.

"Emily?" He said wide eyed and in shock, with almost the same face he had the same day she returned from the dead, the only difference this time was that there was more joy embedded in his facial expression. Emily stood up and Morgan did to as she embraced him in a hug, "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I got my old job back." She said pulling back from him, with a smile.

"Not that I'm unhappy, but what happened with the big, running Interpol's London office?"

Her expression changed from the joy of seeing her friend to the thoughts of what happened in London, but she played it off. "It wasn't for me, I realized that this is where I belong, here with you guys. You all are my family that is if you'll have me again."

"Of course, but don't think you're going to get off easy."

"No, of course not." She said in agreement.

"Emily, I'm kidding. Just promise me something."

"Anything."

"This is twice, you've left and come back, please don't do it again. I don't know how much more of this myself or the team can take."

"It's a promise. I'm sorry for everything I have put you through and the team. I'm surprised you all don't hate me."

Morgan raised his hand placing it on the side of her neck, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "We could never hate you. It's because we love you and care for you so much that it hurts to see you leave. I've really missed you. We all have."

Emily forced herself to hold back the tears that were now trying to come up. She realized that she had hurt them especially when they faked her death, but Morgan was right. She had hurt them, she couldn't leave them again and she wouldn't. How would she ever make it up to them. This time she embraced him with a hug of apology. Morgan wrapped his arms around her, glad that she was back. A tear trickled down Emily's face, to know she was the cause of their pain was more than she wanted to think about for the moment. She was just glad that Morgan wasn't mad at her, or maybe he was. One thing she knew is that she didn't want to think about that and just be happy that he was accepting her back into his life.

Their moment was abruptly interrupted by Reid and JJ, busting through the glass doors with excitement at the sight of Emily. Emily was received with open arms. Both of them were so happy to hear she was back.

JJ couldn't wait to tell Garcia, "Wait right here let me go get Garcia."

While JJ was gone getting Garcia. Rossi and Hotch walked in. Hotch smiled and went straight to his office. Rossi also received Emily with open arms. Breaking their embrace was a sudden familiar squeal of excitement by Garcia as she ran over towards Emily, partially pushing Rossi out of the way, "Oh my gosh I can't believe you are back!" She said hugging Emily.

"I'm here to stay for good." She said. Then Garcia stepped back to look into her face.

"You better. We can't lose you again. This coming and going is more than this girl can handle."

"I will and that's a promise." She said looking back to Morgan, who smiled back in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, while the reunion was taking place in the bull pen. Hotch received an urgent phone call. He hung up and ran to the doorway of his office. "Wheels up in 10 we will brief on the plane. Garcia the files for the case are being sent to you as we speak and we need them sent to our I-Pads."

"Yes sir, right away." Garcia gave Emily one more hug before heading off to her office.

"That can't be good." Rossi said in reaction to Hotch's urgency and expression.

"I agree that is not a good look." Emily said.

"Makes me wonder what this case is about?" Reid said.

"My guess, by the look on his face, were fixing to walk straight into hell." Morgan said.

And they were, they had no idea of what kind of hell they were fixing to walk into, but it was soon to be revealed.

Hope you like, and please bare with me if for any reason my updates are longer getting on her. I've come down with something and am working to get over it and I also want to write this story as best as I can. Please review if you want I appreciate them and am glad to hear what you think, good or bad!