Thank you for following this part of my story. This is the ending of my exit for Paget when it comes to the team. But the story will still continue as this is not the best happy ending yet at least not when it comes to Demily. :)

Quitting

"Are you sure?" Hotch held his pen above the paper, glancing up to his agent. He could read in her face that she had made up her mind and was not about to step back from it. The week she had spent in the hospital had been enough to get the main paperwork done to stay Èanna's foster mom for the time being and so she had been able to take the little girl home with her.

"Yes sir, as sure as I was that I wanted to be in your team six years ago."

Her boss smiled slightly as he remembered her stubbornness trying to make him take her into the team, of course, at that point, for different reasons than today, but no less convinced about it. He set the pen on the paper signing the last open field. When he looked up again he saw a smile spreading across her face.

"We are going to miss you here."

"I'm not that far away." She noted, since she would still come to the same building for work, but with a settled working schedule. "But thank you."

"Declan and Èanna are lucky to have you." He stood up and walked around his desk to hand her the forms back. She smiled back at him, glad that he didn't make much of a mess out of her transfer. Now that the paperwork was done, she only needed to find the guts to tell her team. At least she wasn't dead this time, but Hotch and JJ again were her partners in crime and the others wouldn't like it.

"I've arranged so you're no longer on call. You get transferred next Monday; your new department really needs someone to fill that position." He couldn't hide the sarcasm in his voice as it was now his turn to fill an open position in his team.

"You could ask Ashley Seaver to come back." Emily responded, reading his mind. Although she regretted that thought the moment it left her lips. After all Spencer and Ashley seemed to grow closer and working in the same team would make things more complicated than they had to be.

"Maybe, experience shows I'm not the one making the final decisions. That's how we got you." He smiled at her as he again realized that there was not a lot he could hide from his team. "Do you want me to tell the team?"

She shook her head. "That didn't go to well last time, remember?" She grimaced at the memory of her faked death. "It's better if I do it." He nodded, opening his door for her.

"You are always welcome here."

"I know." She smiled, heading down the hallway.

By the time she reached her desk everyone was looking at her. Garcia, who had been joking with JJ a minute before, started paling as she noticed the stack of official looking paperwork in her friend's hand. Reid and Rossi had stopped their discussion over a book. Derek wasn't around and she was glad about it as they hadn't spoken to each other since their fight in the hospital.

She looked at her friends, suddenly not sure how to start. Their expressions told her that they already knew, just waiting for her to confirm it.

"I'll be just one floor down. You can always visit." She said as Pen's eyes were filling with tears. "Please, don't make this harder than it is." The flamboyant blonde shook her head, coming towards her and pulling her into a careful hug, trying not to hurt the arm in the sling.

"I know. Declan and Annie need you and you better still come to our ladies nights and have me spoil that precious little girl. I still don't get how the chronic single got ahead on the kids count." Garcia couldn't help herself but sob. The departing agent laughed at her dry humor, returning the hug.

"It takes talent." She winked at her friend. "And well I'm the one on a steady schedule now, so I think I'll be the one being canceled on all the time." Emily softly wiped her friend's tears away, before heading towards Reid, who seemed to have a hard time smiling.

"And you better keep coming over to give my boy chess lessons."

"He is getting good." She didn't miss the hint of pride in his voice and smiled.

"See that's why I need you to come over. He is winning against me."

"I doubt that." He smiled back.

"And Rossi," she turned to face the oldest team member: "If you ever feel like giving me cooking lessons, you are more than welcome. I need to feed a family now and I'm afraid they will get tired of chicken nuggets soon."

"I'll see what I can do." That answer actually surprised all of them, as he usually didn't like to share his cooking knowledge. "What? I can't have those two adorable children starve." He shrugged, leaving the team grinning.

Emily smirked before turning to the last team member, who had again gotten some fair warning to the change. It surprised her even more to see tears in her friend's eyes.

"Jay, if you ever need a babysitter let me know. I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot of kids' loaded free time from now on." She smiled at the blonde, before pulling her into a hug. "And please stop the crying."

"I can't help it." A sob followed the statement.

None of them noticed Derek who stood in the door of his office watching the scene. He was sure he knew what had happened and was happy for Emily, but he wouldn't go over there hugging her. She seemed happy again and he wasn't going to destroy that with his presence. Although she tried her best to hide it, he had never missed the pain in her eyes, when they had been sent into the field together. He watched as the situation became less tense and the group went back to joking. At least this time, they hadn't lost her. The only one who had lost her was him.