A/N I have a bunch of fanfictions on another site so I'm in the progress of transferring them to wattpad! Tell me what you think please:)
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Chapter 1
"A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows it."
Frank Howard Clark
They were happy to get the phone call. After they'd been trying for a year they had finally gone to the doctor to find out that they wouldn't be able to have more children. They could have spared them the money and told them when she'd given birth to Grace. She'd been born too early and they'd been forced to do an emergency C-section. Emily almost didn't make it, but never had they mentioned that she could never get pregnant again.
Grace had been asking about a sibling on her 5th birthday and Emily and Morgan did only have to consider it for five minutes before deciding to try for it. Both of them had thought about another kid, but neither had wanted to bring it up, unsure if the other one wanted the same. Now that Grace brought it up for them it was the perfect opportunity. So they'd been trying... And trying and trying with no progress. When they got the news from the doctor they hadn't given up. As soon as they got home they called an adoption agency. It was not easy for two FBI agents with an unpredictable schedule to get chosen for adoption though. Emily even considered resigning. That was until they got the phone call from a woman named Theresa. She told them that they had a girl for them, but she was 8 years old and might have some problems. Her family had been killed and she was the only one alive. Emily wanted to discuss it with Morgan and Grace first, but the little girl didn't have anyone else. Without bothering talking to anyone she said yes to the offer. She decided that she would go on maternity leave the first couple of weeks to get the girl settled and to be there whenever the girl would have nightmares, because from Emily's experience she sure would have a couple.
"Who was that?" Morgan asked when he sat down by his desk.
"The adoption agency..." she started and Morgan looked at her hopefully. "They wanted to know if we would consider adopting an 8 year old, who was the only survivor when someone killed her family, instead of a newborn."
"That's horrible." Morgan looked concerned. "And she doesn't have anybody?"
"She has no one!" Emily said and waited while Morgan thought about it.
"Do you think Grace would settle for a big sister?"
Emily leaped out of her chair and hugged Morgan, who in turn gave her a peck on her lips.
"What did I say about showing affection in the office?"
They both looked up to see Hotch and Emily left her place in Morgan's lap.
"I'm sorry, sir, but... We're adopting another girl. Tomorrow, actually, so if that's a case you're holding I'm taking maternity leave right now."
"You'll work in the office with Garcia. Briefing in 5." Hotch started to walk away, but stopped after a few steps and turned towards them. "And congratulations."
They gave each other one last kiss, when they were sure Hotch wasn't looking, before they followed him to the conference room. Neither of them was able to hide their happiness, but no one had the chance to comment on it before Garcia spoke.
"We have five cases of home invasions in Atlanta, Georgia. In every case they kill the whole family, gunshot wounds to the head execution style, but left their teenage daughter alive to tell the police everything." Garcia paused as the team flipped through the pictures on their IPads. "They were two white male in their early twenties, both brunette and blue eyes. One of them had a beard."
"So they didn't wear masks?" Rossi asked in disbelief.
"No, none of them did and still they left witnesses." Garcia said.
"Wheels up in 30, we'll discuss this further on the plane."
It was painful for Morgan to get on that plane with the rest when he knew that their daughter would arrive tomorrow. Emily would have a few days, depending on how long this case took, to get to know the girl while Morgan had to keep all his focus on the case. It would be hard to do so because of all the excitement he was feeling. He couldn't wait to see her and that would be on his mind all the time until he'd come home. The team couldn't afford to leave him behind too.
It was also painful for Emily to see him go. She wanted to share that moment with Morgan, but she also knew that they wanted another child soon and that Morgan would have to work. Though, it didn't make it any easier. Emily was really nervous about meeting her because the girl had already lived a lot of years and there was no saying in how she would handle a new home. Especially not after seeing her whole family getting killed and being the only one to survive such a brutal attack. Emily wouldn't handle a traumatizing experience like that well. But she wanted to help this little girl, who so clearly needed new parents and what better occupation was there for said parents with the killer still out there? Who was to say that he wouldn't come after her next to finish the job? Emily didn't know of many who would take in a girl that old who might have a killer after her and she guessed that's why the agency called them. They were FBI agents. Their chance of getting a newborn was slim to none, but they would love this 8 year old just as much as they would any infant and biological daughter. They owed her that.
"You're staying?" Garcia asked cheerfully with a hopeful voice.
"Yeah, I'm staying!" Emily nodded with a smile, but suddenly Garcia's smile faltered.
"Are you sick? Is that concussion from the last case still bugging you? Is Grace okay? What?" Garcia rambled, but stopped as Emily chuckled and walked away without an answer. "Please, Em... Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing is wrong, Pen. To be honest, everything is just great." Emily smiled widely as she continued walking towards Garcia's lair.
"Then what?" Garcia urged.
"We're getting a daughter tomorrow." Emily said and turned around revealing her big grin.
"Oh my god! We're getting another mini-Prentiss!" Garcia said, giving Emily the biggest of hugs. "And Grace is finally gonna get a baby sister! You have no idea how much she has been talking about it. She even wanted me to convince you to call the stork. You should probably have the sex talk soon because..."
"Woah, Garcia! Calm down!"
"Sorry, I'm just so excited."
"I can see that, but Grace isn't getting a baby sister."
"What? But you said that... Was this just a sick joke?" Garcia accused, her excitement all wiped away.
"No..." Emily chuckled. "We're adopting an 8 year-old. Grace is getting a big sister."
"Oh, I'm so happy for you!" Garcia hugged her once again. "But you can't stay here." Garcia said suddenly breaking away from the hug.
"I can't?"
"No! You have to go prepare a room for your new daughter! She needs a bed, a dresser and lots of girly stuff so that she'll feel at home when she gets there."
All the color drained from Emily's face. She hadn't even thought about getting a room ready for their newest family member. They had the guest room, but with Garcia's words she realized that it wasn't enough. To feel at home Emily would have to buy new covers that would suit an 8 year-old, a nicer dresser, a new lamp and maybe even a nicer bed. She would even have to paint the room, but she would never have time to do that, if she wasn't up all night that is.
With a mumbling 'goodbye' Emily ran out of the room in panic. She would be a terrible mom. She hadn't even thought about this simple task to do. It was definitely not a good start.
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Emily had barely slept that night with all the work that she'd needed to do. Right after work she'd driven to IKEA to buy everything her daughter would need. She came home with a bed, lamps, a dresser and a bookshelf that the makers called 'Billy'. Then after flipping down the backseat and trying to fit everything inside her car she had to go home and try to build the things into what the pictures looked like. It did have a step by step manual to make it a lot easier, but by the end of the night she was exhausted. Morgan would've definitely been useful that day with his strength, but she'd had to deal with all that by herself and as much help she could get from her 5 year-old. Though, Garcia did come by for a little while to see how it went and helped to put together a few pieces. She also offered to take Grace with her home. Even if it wasn't much Emily was thankful for all the help she could get.
Emily finally went to bed at 5 am, still tossing and turning before she finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Now the time was here. It was 10.55 and the social worker would arrive in five minutes with the girl. Emily didn't know much more than her family being murdered and that she needed them. She would in time find out much more about likes/dislikes and all the things she was interested in. Grace had also been really excited to get to know her. She didn't really care much about getting a big sister instead, they could still have so much fun, and she also thought that it was great to skip over that diaper, crying and no talking phase you have as a baby. This way Grace would be able to talk to her sister about everything and get advice about boys. Yes, it was actually Grace who had said it and in response Emily had asked if there was a boy in particular she wanted advice on, but Grace had refused to answer that question, Emily was after all her mother and she couldn't talk with her mother about boys.
Her heart sped up at the sound of the doorbell two minutes earlier than the time they had decided on. She waited just a few seconds before she opened the door, even if she had been standing just in front of it when it rang.
The girl was beautiful. She had dark, almost black hair that reached a little over her shoulders and her eyes were also dark. She was wearing a blue dress and white socks to her knees. No one would have questioned her if she was adopted or not since she looked so much like Emily, at least with the hair color and eye color. Emily got down so she was at the same height as the girl.
"Hi, there... I'm Emily!" she said and offered a hand.
"I'm Esther." the girl said shyly and shook it.
"Why don't you come inside and I'll fix you a glass of milk and some cookies? You want coffee?" Emily asked the social worker.
"Yes, if you don't mind."
Emily took their coats and put them away before hurrying to the kitchen to pour two cups of coffee and a glass of milk. She put them out on the table just as they sat down. The plate of cookies was already standing on the table.
"Where is your husband?" the social worker asked while glancing around the room.
"He's out of town on a case."
"Yes, you work as profilers in..." she paused, looking down on her papers. "In the Behavior Analysis Unit, correct?"
"Yes, both me and my husband works on the same team."
"And your work schedule is very unpredictable?"
"That's true, but I'll take some maternity leave now until Esther is all settled and then we have a friend who takes care of Grace when we're gone over night."
"Grace is your biological daughter? How is she dealing with your work hours?"
"She's amazing, actually. She wants us to work and catch the bad guys."
"And I trust you will protect Esther?" she asked and Esther looked at Emily to hear the answer.
"Of course, with my life!"
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A/N That was the first chapter! I hope you want me to continue because there's a lot more to happen in this story:)
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