A/n This take place 6 years after Wounds. Elle and reid are a bit ooc so turn back now if you don't like that, rated m for adult situations and language

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Special Agent Dr Spencer Reid hadn't changed much in the last six years. He still looked like Dr Reid should look. His hair was the same, and his clothes were the same. He remained the smartest one on the BAU's best profiling team. He was still a bit shy, but not like he'd been in years past. He'd seen many atrocities. The team had caught many offenders in the last six years. Two of those men he'd been forced to kill. He wasn't proud of all he'd seen and done, but he could sleep most nights. The nightmares he'd suffered from so badly in the early days, had gone for the most part.

Gideon and Hotch were gone from the BAU. Gideon had been killed by one of the Unsubs Reid had killed. He hadn't been quick enough to save the man he thought of as his father. He still mourned him.

Hotch worked in the Bureaus office in DC as an Assistant Director in anti terrorism. He'd almost lost his marriage to the BAU, and the promotion had come at just the right time. Reid still saw him now and then, but not as often as he would have liked.

Garcia was still the resident computer maven; she still saved their butts on a regular basis. She and Morgan were in a relationship that had been going on for almost five years. They were both very happy, and Reid envied them.

Morgan had taken Gideon's place as bureau chief, the youngest agent to have the position. He'd settled down a lot since he hooked up with Penelope, and he no longer teased Reid as much as he had. Truthfully, Reid missed it.

JJ no longer worked in the BAU. She had also taken another job. She was living in California now happily married with two children. He often wondered how she was, and if she thought of them at all.

Everything had changed since Elle had left. They'd gotten a new agent, Emily Prentiss, but it wasn't the same. Nothing had been the same since she'd disappeared from the BAU after killing a man. He'd thought at the time it was for the best. They'd had one drunken night together, and at the time it had embarrassed him. He hadn't wanted to deal with her, or the consequences of that night. Still, he thought of her more than he would admit to anyone. His own feelings confused him. There were some dark nights when her face wouldn't leave his mind, and she haunted his dreams with erotic images.

He desperately wanted to forget he'd ever known her. She was the reason his relationship with JJ had failed. Not because he told her he'd slept with Elle, but because she believed he was still hung up on that one night. Nothing he did, or said had helped, and one night they had a screaming fight that ended with her leaving just as Elle had done.

He'd had a few other relationships since then, one or two purely for the sexual release he needed. He wasn't happy then, and he wasn't happy now. One or two times he'd considered using his FBI skills and tracking her down. He'd never had closure with her. She would've been angry if he'd come looking for her - so he didn't, and things continued to go down hill for him in his personal life. He had resigned himself to a lifetime of wondering, and questioning - little did he know it was all about to change… in one terrifying moment.

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Elle Greenaway got into her SUV. Kara was strapped in the back seat. It was time to take her to school. She was a beautiful little five year old girl with her father's chocolate brown eye's, her mother's hair and complexion, and her father's delicate hands. She was a bright and cheerful child - much like Elle had been before the FBI and BAU and all the horrors she'd seen.

Elle's life was okay. She worked for a security company that contracted out to the government, and she'd actually been in DC all these years. Within driving distance of Quantico and Spencer Reid. There was nothing she regretted more than her drunken seduction of him. She'd hated him that night - hated him for giving in to her so easily. She'd despised him for being Dr Reid… smart… shy and embarrassingly awkward. She hated him later for letting her get away with what she'd done to him. What she didn't hate was his daughter.

She loved Kara with all of her soul. Now she despised herself for her cowardice. She didn't keep Kara from her father out of revenge. She kept her away because, she didn't want to deal with the feelings that had risen in her the night they'd had sex in that cheap hotel room. They were feelings she didn't know how to deal with. After all he was Reid - she wasn't supposed to care for him that way. And besides, she thought he'd had a crush on JJ.

As she drove to Kara's school, memories of the years crowded in her mind. She'd thought herself at least partially free of them - and in the light of day she usually was, but at night they filled her dreams. He filled her dreams. She'd tried to have a relationship with other men, but nothing had worked out. She'd been dismayed to find out she was happy when JJ had left, and her relationship with Spencer had ended. Yes, she had been keeping tabs on him, after all she had to know how to reach him if anything ever happened to Kara. At least that's what she told herself.

She couldn't delay much longer, if she did Spencer would never forgive her for her deceit - and her daughter would hate her. It was then the fate decided to rip the decision out of her hands.

One moment all was well she was talking to Kara, hearing about the animals they were going to draw in school. She loved Kara drawings - she was beginning to show real talent.

The next minute every thing was noise… the breaking of glass… and the buckling of metal… as they were broad sided on the passenger side. The small pickup truck hit them at forty miles per hour, Elle's driver side and front air bags deployed, and saved her from injury. Kara wasn't so lucky. It took the paramedics an hour to cut her from the car. Elle walked away with some scrapes and bruises. Kara was flown by life flight to Georgetown University Hospital.

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Spencer was at his desk when his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number just the Washington area code.

"Dr Reid."

"Spencer." A small voice said,… so broken up by tears… he almost didn't recognize it… almost.

"Elle?"

He was dumb founded… how did she have his cell number… why was she calling him… and worst of all why was he happy she had? She didn't answer - he heard only sobs.

"Elle, what's wrong?"

"Kara, she's… hurt bad Spencer… you have to come… please baby."

Wait a minute who's Kara, and did she just call me baby?

"Elle you're not making any sense… what's happened… who's Kara?"

"You have to come… Georgetown Hospital!" She began sobbing again.

"Elle… why do I have to come… what's going on?"

"She's only five Spencer… it's not fair… please come."

He gave up trying to understand her - instead he simply hung up the phone and ran to Morgan's office. He informed his boss he was leaving for the day, and hurried down to the garage to his SUV.

As he drove, he began to piece things together. She had said Kara and that this Kara was only five. She was hysterical so that could mean she was Kara's mother… and if the age was right that meant that Kara was - no that couldn't be. He couldn't have child… and more importantly Elle wouldn't keep something like that from him… would she?

Remember Spencer… that you don't know her anymore… if you ever did. Who knows what she would do?

But she wouldn't keep something like that from me - she knows I would hate her for it.

He turned it over and over in his mind as he drove through the late morning sun. Was this the reason he couldn't get her out of his head? Was there some power in the universe that made him know of his daughter's existence… even if it was unconsciously? No that couldn't be right… could it?

By the time he reached the hospital, he was in a low grade panic for Kara… and a high state of piss off at Elle. How could she do this to him?

He parked and ran through the emergency doors. He pushed to the front of the line using his badge, and asked the nurse if Kara Greenaway had been brought in.

She was angry till she saw the badge, the gun and the look on his face. She checked the records and said.

"No sir, there's no one by that name here."

He thought frantically for a moment… didn't she say Georgetown University when she called? Wait the name… would she have given Kara his name?

"What about Kara Reid?"

"Yes… she here… may I ask who you are sir?"

"My name is Special Agent Dr Spencer Reid."

"What is your relationship to the patient, Dr Reid?"

"Ah - I'm her father." Her father… oh this is too bizarre to be real.

"Step around this way Dr Reid," she said as she buzzed him through the doors.

By the time he was ushered up to the waiting room, he was in shock. It was real… she was his daughter… and she was in bad trouble. When he came through the swinging doors he saw Elle. His anger surged, how could she have done this to him? Did she hate him so much? He thought that after all these years she would have forgiven him, and the BAU for her shooting, but he'd thought wrong.

He crossed to her ready to rip her to pieces for her deceits, when she turned around. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Apart from that she looked exactly as she had the first time he saw her… the hair… her face… the color of her eyes. All of the feeling he'd felt that first time overwhelmed him… lust… appreciation for her mind… and more than a little fear of her kick-ass attitude. This mixed with the love for her he'd denied himself for years, and the sorrow that she'd left him without so much as a goodbye. Then the anger welled up again. It wasn't right for her to interrupt the sad little life he had. He liked his life… it was uncomplicated, and simple.

He strode towards her with a caustic remark on his lips. Then she did something very un Elle-like. She threw herself into his arms, and began to sob. Reluctantly his arms came around her, and held her tight as she cried. He felt his own tears rising to the surface. He wept for Kara… the innocent life created in a moment of weakness… he cried for himself… and the years he missed with her and her mother… but mostly he cried because it might be too late to make things right again.

By the time Elle's stormy sobs had calmed to occasional tears, he sat her down in the waiting room. She refused to meet his eyes. She hadn't meant for it to happen this way. She wanted his meeting with Kara to be happy not sad. Now her daughter clung to life at the mercy of the surgeon's hands. She prayed to God her daughter wouldn't be punished for her sins.

Hours later the surgeon came into the waiting room. Elle was sleeping on the couch and Reid was staring uncomprehendingly at the magazine in front of him.

"Are you Dr Reid," the surgeon asked him gently. There was blood on the front of his scrubs and he looked exhausted.

Oh God, that's her blood

"Yes, I am doctor"

The surgeon gestured to Elle. "Is that Kara's mother?"

Reid nodded and he went over to wake her up. He shook her gently and she awoke with a start, the fear in her eyes broke his heart, again.

"Spencer, is she-"

"The surgeon's here to talk to us." He took her hand as she stood up, and she didn't try to pull away.

"We repaired the damage to her internal organs. We had to removed her spleen. She has four broken ribs, and a broken arm. Her head trauma was minimal, but she is in a coma right now."

Elle turned into Reid's chest and began to sob. He stroked her back and said to the doctor, "When can we see her."

"She in recovery for at least four hours, after that she'll be in pediatric ICU. You can see here then but only one at a time."