Fractured Thoughts

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This is my first fanfic, so I'm not sure if its good or not. I'm hopelessly in love with Criminal Minds, and Hotchniss. I have more written if this is good, 12 more chapters, as this started out as a private story. I'll upload more if you guys want it.

To all of you not familiar with Criminal Minds: This is a fanfiction about what could happen if Elle Greenaway had a daughter and left her in the care of Aaron Hotchner (AKA Hotch) and the rest of the team, David Rossi,

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Dr. Spencer Reid, ( Spence) Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, ( Baby Girl to Morgan) and Emily Prentiss once she joined the team. This takes place after the man who was hunting Emily ; Ian Doyle. ( apparently, I need to say that I don't own Criminal Minds, CBS still does. Unfortunately.)

Mwah!

~ Blackbird

An old proverb said, ;"You can't choose your family. You take what the fates hand you. And like them or not, love them or not, understand them or not, you cope. Then there's the school of thought that says the family you're born into is simply a starting point. They feed you, and clothe you, and take care of you, until you're ready to go out into the world and find your tribe."

The beeping of a heart rate monitor greeted me as I came to, my head spun and pounded. I took a breath, and winced as I felt my bandage stretch, and the sutures pull. I opened my eyes, confused, as I realized I was in a hospital. " Mom?" I rasped. A nurse bustles in. " Hello dear, you've been out quite a while." I blink at her, confused.

" Where's JJ? And Hotch? And the others?" She looks at me. " Oh, do you mean the FBI agents? That one, Morgan I think, is out in the lobby. The others went to grab something to eat. I can get him for you." I nodded my head, immediately regretting that decision, it made my world spin. I leaned my head back against the pillow. Morgan walked in. " Derek!" I said, my voice catching. " Where's Emily?" He looks at me with sad eyes.

" Oh Baby Doll..." A sob hitches out of my throat. " Em... Emily's dead?" I sob. He gathers me into a hug. I hear footsteps and look over his shoulder. My team, my family, really, walks into the room, and behind them, the section chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, Erin Strauss. I look at them, my eyes filled with tears. Stauss immediately gets down to business. " What is your relationship to the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and why did it cause you to be their the night that Doyle was apprehended?" I glare at her, and appeal to Hotch, " Can't this wait?" He shakes his head " You know the protocol." I sigh, and begin.