Emily didn't mind Paris, though she hated having to leave her family. JJ was a big help she kept updating her on the home front. Mainly how Henry was doing, but she would also tell her about the team, how even after years 'it', it was hard forget what happened to her. The hardest was right after she told her that Dave would cry, and Reid had taken a six week hiatus no one knew where he went, not even his mother, Garcia didn't talk much for a while she was mainly all business, Morgan had tried to pull her through but he broke too. Since Hotch knew he really just tried to keep face but it was hard not to scream that she was alive. The newest member, Ashley kept clear for awhile unsure what to do, Rossi kept her close but was far too wary of the last time he took someone under his wing. JJ kept her in the loop, she would invite everyone over every once in a while just to be sure they were ok. Dave would stare at Henry for hours on end, as Henry got older he started to ask about why his uncle would watch him so intently, JJ just told him he reminded him of someone he loved very much. Then one day Henry found a photo of the 'old team'. He took it to his mother asking about the dark haired woman holding him. He didn't know why his mother cried and said she was their friend. He nodded and didn't bring it up again not till he realized that, that was his mother. Then he became angry with his mom, for lying all these years.

x-x-x

(Henry's POV)

I was sixteen before I knew about my real family, sure I had a mother and my dad, but since I could remember they weren't together. My dad had moved up to D.C. when I was very young saying it was important to be here, for me. Instead of fighting my mother just agreed, then I would swap houses all the time. When mom traveled I was with dad, she traveled a lot. I was eight when I found the photo, the photo that made my mom cry and my dad look heartbroken. I kept the photo hidden in my room for years, afraid of the power it held over my mother. I would look at the photo when I wondered about it. I would look at how happy everyone was, even I had a huge smile on my face, my chubby little arms around the woman's neck. My mother stood close to the woman a hand on my back the other around the woman. My father was the one taking the photo, that's all I knew about it. I copied the photo so I could take it to my drawing class. It would be my senior project for the class, so far all I had was the fire place they stood in front of. One of my friends asked me about the photo and I just shrugged saying it's got history, I wish I could figure the history out though.

One day my father found the first rough draft of the photo I came back into the room and he was crying, I started hating the photo. That's when he told me, he made me sit down and started talking about how mom was forced to a new job and how Emily, the woman holding me was a fighter, but none of it made sense to me, so I told him that. Then he pulled out a photo of the day I was born, the same woman was holding me. He told me that I may be his DNA but I was her child no matter what. That she died protecting me, trying to make sure no harm came to me or my mother, or family. That he owed her his life, since she gave her's up for his happiness. I was angry and confused and hurt, why had no one told me? Was it that they thought it was unimportant? I didn't approach the subject with my mother, knowing it would upset her, but she couldn't help ask why I was so upset.

x-x-x

"Really do you not know why I am so mad at you?"

"No Henry I can't read your mind."

"Why didn't you tell me about Emily?" I yell so loud I scare old Sergio away.

"Who told you?" She looks at me shocked, tears in her eyes.

"Dad…" I say, her tears making me lose my nerve.

"Sit down…" She tells me and sits at the small kitchen table. "When you were about two years old…I was moved from the FBI to where I am now, but that meant leaving Emily…"

"Mom…"

"From the start… right." She took a deep breath. "I met Emily at the BAU two years before you were born, when I was with your father I was not with Emily but your father and I agreed to not blur the lines of friends with… added benefits. Emily and I blurred them… we never had lines. When I found out about you, will wanted so badly to just settle and have me stay at home , but Emily bought me a ring before I knew about you. We all agreed that Emily was who I belonged with, Will was ok with it, he was actually able to become good friends with Emily. She loved you very much, remember that as I tell you this." I nod before she goes on. "When I left, later about six months later Ian Doyle, a man Emily put in jail got out. He started a manhunt for Emily and anyone involved with his down fall. He killed everyone but Emily, then he started hunting us, you and me and the team… so she ran, she was too afraid to lead us to our deaths so she took the fight to Doyle… we were too late by barely a minute." By now mom was crying again, she looked at me. "What I'm about to tell you is not to be said ever."

"Ok mom."

"Not ok mom, someone's life hangs in the balance here."

"Mom, never saying anything."

"She's alive." I stare at her dumb founded.

"What?"

"She is in witness protection."

"She just left!"

"Henry…she never left you, Sergio was hers, and when I travel, I'm her case handler… she knows about you…"

"But I don't get to know about her?"

"I was keeping both of you safe."

"This is ridiculous!" I jump up and yell.

"Grandma Elizabeth is her mother." I stare at her.

"I knew she wasn't a family friend!" I sit back down. "So what does she know?"

"Everything?"

"My broken leg?"

"Yeah."

"Ashely's dog trying to eat Sergio?"

"Yup."

"My first day at school?" She nodded.

"I've given her some of your drawings." She smiles and I smile back.

"Can she come home?" She shakes her head.

"No it's too dangerous."

"What if Doyle dies?"

"Then… maybe."

"Does she love me?"

"Yes Henry… she really really loves you."

x-x-x

I work relentlessly on the photo, my mom is taking me with her to see Emily, or well Jacqueline and that's all I was to call her. I wanted to give her the drawing as a gift, all I had to do was color it. Mom watches me try to figure out the best colors to use for Emily, I hear her chuckle and pick some out, a dark brown for her eyes, and even darker for her hair.

"Tell me more about her." I ask and mom smiles.

"What else could you possibly want to know?"

"Is she the same?"

"A little more on edge but otherwise yes shes the same."

"Is she going to want me to call her mom?"

"That is up to you."

"I use to call her mom."

"Yes you did."

"I will now then."

"Alright, pack up we need to go." I grab the drawing tube putting the picture in it carefully before slinging it over my shoulder along with my bag. I follow my mom to the car before running back into the house grabbing Sergio's carrier. We take the jet because its work related so it's not a very long flight. When we land mom checks her phone and we head to a café.

"Is she here?"

"Not yet... We are waiting on a car." Mom tells me. I bounce back and forth on my feet and ask as every car passes, 'how much longer,' or 'that it,' mom puts a hand on my mouth.

"Shut up please." She asks and I chuckle. Then she pushes me to a car that was there for the last few minutes.

"Evil."

"You love me." She smiles getting into the car. The ride takes forever, we go in circles. Then we pull up to a small house.

"This is?" She nods getting out, I follow her to the door. She unlocks it and pushes me in, she steps in behind me and locks the door again. She throws her coat on the little rack and walks further into the house, I'm frozen in place because right in the entry way is a drawing I did last year, of Sergio. She got it framed in what looked to be a really expensive frame. When I look back up my mom is gone, I start moving slowly through the house till I run into mom hugging Emily, she's facing me so Emily can't see me.

"Hey Em…" she says softly.

"Yeah?"

"Hi mom." I say because I can tell my mom has no idea what to say. Emily turns around so quickly I thought for sure she'd break her neck, and then she just stares at me, her jaw dropped.

"Henry…" She asks after a minute or so and I nod, she wraps me in a hug and starts crying kissing the top of my head. "I missed you so much." I hug her back and she feels so familiar and I feel like I belong here, I start to cry with her.

"I miss you too." I say because I know deep down inside I always knew she was important and always loved me. I hope that one day she can come home to complete our family.