Tying the bow into her daughter's dirty blond braid, Emily smiled. "Don't you look beautiful?"

Megan's big brown eyes smiled to her mother as she vigorously nodded her head. "I look prettier than Dylan," the seven year old giggled, her cheeks a bright punk as her mother ticked her stomach.

Emily smiled, kissing her daughter's cheek before standing up from the floor. "Are you ready for today?"

"Can I go with momma?"

"We're all going together, do you hear me? Don't be fresh," the brunette woman warned, opening up the fridge to get her son the chocolate milk he had asked for.

Dylan shared a grin with his brunette mother as his drink was handed to him. "Thank you," he grinned, nodding in his mother's hold as Emily kissed his head.

"Em, do you think he should have that right now?" her wife asked, looking pointedly at the older woman from her seat. "We're leaving in just a few minutes and he'll be hyper."

"Well then you'll deal with it, not me."

JJ frowned at the older woman, sharing a kiss with her before watching her make her way toward the door. The pair had been in a rough patch for weeks now, and they were doing their best not to clue their kids in on it. "I'll call you when we get back from their grandmother's."

Emily kissed both of her children's cheeks before heading out the door, embarking on the half hour drive to the office.

"Hey Em!"

The brunette woman smiled to her friends, immediately sitting herself down at her desk and picking up the phone.

"Olsen Communications."

Emily looked around her before burying her head in a file that had been left on her desk the night before. "Jim, it's Emily. What do you have for me?"

Morgan sighed, turning his back on the brunette mother and paying attention to the emails he had opened on his computer. "Every day," he shook his head, sighing as he sat up in his chair. "The same thing every day."

"What would you do if your child was missing?" the Italian in the group gruffed, feeling sympathy for the woman on their team as she wrote down what the man on the phone was saying.

The pair looked to their friend with sad eyes, quickly averting them when the brunette woman looked up from her writing, both agents turning back to the file they had been working on together for the past two days.

"Of course," Emily nodded, saying goodbye one last time before hanging up the phone. "So," she sighed, trying her best to look happily to the two who sat by her desk. "Any new cases today?" If there was a new case, she could get her mind off her daughter.

"Sorry Em."

The brunette mother gave a small smile, shaking her head as she stood with her coffee cup in hand. "Not a problem. Less killings," she nodded, walking toward the break area. "That's a good thing."

The genius watched his friend walk past him with a forced smile gracing her face, the tears in her eyes clearly visible as she nodded her 'good morning' to him. "What are we supposed to do?"

"What do you think?" Morgan almost hissed, gesturing for the younger man to sit down. "We've been trying to find our princess' baby girl for nearly fifteen years now, and we've got nothing. With all her connections, and the look on her face when she gets off the phone every day? What do you think she has?"

Emily flipped her hair out of her face as she sat herself back down, ignoring the looks her teammates were giving her as she answered her shrilly ringing cellphone. "Prentiss."

Morgan watched the older woman's eyes widen, his ears straining to hear the person on the end of the phone. "Em, everything ok?"

The forty-five year old woman shushed her coworker with a wave of the hand, her elbows resting on her desk as she listened. "Are you sure?"

Rossi shared a glance with the men around him, trying his best not to invade the younger woman's privacy.

"I'll be right there."

Reid frowned, his brows knitting together as he watched his friend immediately begin to pack up all her things. "You just got here."

"I was gonna have a half day anyway," the mother said distractedly, her hand almost knocking into the cup of coffee she had just filled up for herself. She did her best to try and stop the smile that wanted to spread over her face, knowing that the chances it was the girl she had been looking for forever were slim. "I have to go."

"Where are you going?"

Emily looked up, her hair invading her sight as she tried her best to look at the three around her. "I think we found her."