The Three Faces Of Emily

Disclaimer: CBS owns Criminal Minds, but we already knew that.

Summary: Ian Doyle is dead and Emily's back from exile. With a less than warm welcome from those she left behind, Emily's back at the BAU. But she had one more secret...

Timeline: AU Present Day

A/N: So this will be a multi-chapter. I'm not sure how long it will be but I'm thinking a few chapters long.

"If we don't see a failure as a challenge to modify our approach, but rather as a problem with ourselves, as a personality deflect, we will become overwhelmed." Tony Robbins

"Check again." Mia ordered "We can't leave anything to chance."

"I'm checking, I'm checking." Emily said kneeling next to the body, checking a pulse. "He's dead."

"Good." Millie said "Now that Doyle is dead, we need to get rid of the body. Dump him in the river. Let the sharks feed off his flesh."

Mia smirked, "Nice to know that prick contributed something in death."

"Focus, Mia." Millie said "Emily, in the back of the car, grab the plastic tarp and wrap Doyle in it. He can be placed in the back of the car and dumped along the French river."

Emily wandered back to the car, pulling out the tarp and feeling her head pound, exhaling she returned and wrapped Ian's body in it. Never once looking at the bullet hole she shot through his skull.

"Glad that's done with." Mia said, "I hated having to look over my shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop with Doyle."

"You had to look over your shoulder?" Emily said indignant "I'm the one that had to give up everything and everyone I've ever cared about in order to fake my own death."

Mia huffed while Millie said, "You know why you had to do it, Emily. The plan with faking your death insured the safety of your team. It had to be done. It was unavoidable. You had to suffer this pain in order to protect your friends. You wanted them to be kept away from Doyle, now that he's dead your suffering is over."

"I know." Emily said closing the tarp on Doyle's body. "Time to get to work."

Emily stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection, stripped bare down to her bra and panties, she sighed.

"You've lost far too much weight, Emily." Millie said "You need to start eating, you don't want to end up in the hospital again, do you?"

"No." Emily said turning on the faucet making sure the water is hot.

"Hurry up" Mia said bored "I want to go out tonight."

Emily sighed as she started washing her face, "I don't feel like going out tonight."

"Too bad" Mia said "We did what you wanted, now it's your turn to do what I want. And I want to go out, meet a guy and have some fun."

"Mia" Emily said groaning "I just want to sleep."

"Then sleep, but I'm going out." Mia told Emily "You know that."

"Don't push her" Millie told Mia "We both know what will happen if you do."

Groaning, Mia said, "Well it's my turn and I want to go out."

"Fine." Emily said "I don't care anymore."

"Mia," Millie said in an authoritative tone "We can't let them find us. They won't understand, we're leaving tonight. With Doyle dead, it's safe for us to leave."

"No" Mia said "I'm not leaving, I like it here. I'm not going back."

Emily whispered "I want to go home now."

Emily winced when she heard Mia's voice say, "You think they're just going to let you waltz right back into their lives? After you systematically blew theirs apart? You got a member of your old team killed. He targeted your friends and threatened them because of you. Do you think they're just going to welcome you back with open arms?"

"Knock it off Mia." Millie told her "You don't get a say in Emily's life. She's going back home and we have to let her."

"No" Mia said "They'll never accept her, they'll never understand her. We can protect her."

Emily walked out of the bathroom trying to tune out the two women's voices, Mia's panicked words ringing in her ears.

"We have to let her go." Millie told Mia.

Emily pulled on a tank top, and sweat pants and said, "I'm going to bed. I'll either see you or I won't in the morning, but I am going back to America."

Emily crashed on the bed, trying to tune out the voices and heard Mia say, "You still need us. You'll call us back."

Walking into a seedy Parisian bar, she walked over to the bartender and flashed a smirk at the young man.

"How may I help you?" the bartender said in French.

"Martini, very dry." Mia said eyeing the young man.

Mia looked across the bar, as the bartender placed her drink in front of her, she downed it quickly throwing some money on the counter turning her attention to a dark haired man looking at her.

Walking over to the pool table, Mia leaned down staring at the young man.

"Yes?" the man said eyeing the ample cleavage of the beautiful woman.

"What's a good looking guy like you doing here all by yourself?" Mia asked.

"Looking for a good time, you?" the man said sitting on the edge of the pool table.

"Just looking." Mia said "Follow me."

Mia wandered into the empty ladies room, and leaned against the sink seeing the handsome young man come in.

"Do this often?" the man asked Mia "I'm Josh by the way."

"Mia" Mia said "Do this often? Pick up good looking guys? Maybe..."

Josh rushed at her, pulling her close to him, forcing his lips on her, while Mia pulled at his zipper.

Moving his mouth to her neck, Mia groaned when she heard her cell phone ring.

"Don't answer it." Josh said pulling at the strap of the dark blue dress, bringing his hand down on her breast.

"Have to" Mia said pulling out the phone, while Josh nipped at her neck, groaning as she saw the caller id, "What?"

"I saw the news," JJ said "I'm so glad it's all over now."

"Hardly" Mia said "Anything else?"

"Are you ok?" JJ asked "You sound funny?"

"I'm fine, JJ" Mia said "Just a little distracted."

"It's time to come home." JJ told her "We all miss you, Emily."

Josh pulled back when he heard her groan in pain, rubbing her temple as her voice changed into a distant cold one.

Groaning Millie said into the phone, "I'll be on the first plane home in the morning."

"Em?" JJ said concerned "Are you ok? Have you been talking to your therapist?"

"I've seen Dr. Wayne several times since my incident." Millie said voice professional while Josh tried going back to her neck "He said I've handle everything in an appropriate manner and there was no need for further visits."

"Ok." JJ said relieved "Call me when you get on the plane, Hotch and I want to make sure the team knows before you just pop into town."

"Ok, good night." Millie said hanging up, while Mia struggled for control.

"Baby" Josh said "Whatever that was, I hope it's over..."

"Get off of me" Mia said angrily, pushing the confused man off her, as she walked out the door.

'Mia' Millie said as the brunette walked back in the hotel room 'Give Emily control.'

"No" Mia said to herself "I'm in control and I am not going away."

'You are not the host personality' Millie told Mia 'As the gatekeeper...'

"Gatekeeper, gatekeeper" Mia mimicked "Just because you're the emotionless robot out of all of us, doesn't give you the right to dictate my life."

'It's not your life, Mia' Millie said 'It's Emily's. You're not real. This is Emily's body. We are merely specters of her psyche.'

"I don't need a psychiatric lesson." Mia said "I know everything that you do."

'Then you know that it is not appropriate to take over Emily's life.' Millie said 'We were created to protect her.'

"And we did," Mia said "I protected her from those criminals she track down with those lame FBI agents. I protected her from that bastard who beat her at that cult, and I protected her from Ian Doyle. I deserve a break too."

'Your job is to protect her' Millie informed her 'Not to switch back and forth as a trade. This is a life, not a car dealership.'

Groaning, Mia wandered over to the mirror, and looked at their reflection. The reflection of Emily Prentiss, but saw Millie with her hair pulled back into a bun, in a crisp white business top, and black slacks looking at her.

'You either let Emily out right now, or I'll make sure you're locked up forever, Mia.' Millie told her 'And I can do it.'

"You can't do that." Mia told her, "You wouldn't do that."

'My job is to protect the host personality' Millie said "And ensure she's in tact, and I will do whatever it takes to protect Emily.'

Groaning, "Fine but know this Millie, I hate you."

'I can live with that.' Millie said watching Mia let go of control, letting Emily take over as she slept.

Waking up with a start, Emily hears Millie tell her, 'Agent Jareau called, while Mia took your body for a spin.'

"What?" Emily asked "She did what?"

'Nothing transpired' Millie assured her, 'You're going home first thing in the morning. Agent Jareau wants you to call her before you board the airplane. To warn your former team."

"Ok." Emily said.

'Don't worry about, Mia' Millie assured in her distant tone 'She won't bother you.'

"Stress caused the integration to fail. I can't compartmentalize all this." Emily said more to herself then to the alter.

'If something needs to be done, I'll ensure it's done with out Mia's interference.' Millie assured.

Emily looked out her Paris hotel, and saw the sun rising up, walking over to the bathroom she glanced in the mirror and winced when she saw the marks on her neck.

'Thanks alot Mia.' Emily thought, 'Look what the team gets to see first thing when they learn I'm alive.'

'I was having a blast before your little barbie doll friend interrupted me.' Mia said 'So thank her for me with an foot up her bleach blonde ass.'

"Yeah, right." Emily muttered getting ready to leave for the airport.

Standing in the terminal, Emily hoped that Millie could keep Mia under control.

She could handle Millie, she was a rule follower if those rules consisted of protecting Emily, others didn't stand a chance. It was Millie's plan that successfully got Doyle dead for good.

Pulling out her cell phone, Emily dialed JJ.

"It's Emily." Emily said "I'm about to board the plane, so how are you going to tell the team?"

"Very carefully." JJ assured "I just hope they can forgive us."

"Fat chance of that." Emily said heading on to the plane as she hung up her cell phone.

To Be Continued...

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