A/N: So here it is! This story is sort of a sequel to "Breaking Down The Fourth Wall" (the last chapter. Ps, I updated it a bit. Prentiss hasn't been 'killed' yet) but you don't need to have read that to understand this one. All you need to know is that Garcia and Kevin are engaged, Haley Hotchner was recently killed by George Foyet, Reid and Morgan are married and they adopted a little boy named Matthew. The rest will come. Alright, now on with the show!

It wasn't supposed to turn out this way. This wasn't supposed to happen. How did this happen? They were friends! Co-workers! And now, now she was pregnant. With Aaron's baby. Aww shit.

It all started two weeks ago...

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Emily slid into her black SUV, buckling a large, steaming tray into the passenger seat. It wasn't a well known fact, but Emily loved to bake, and she knew Aaron love muffins. Especially blueberry-blackberry-and-chocolate chip muffins. And that's exactly what she made, from scratch, with confectioner's sugar on top. She had had one when they first came out of the oven and they were delicious, if she did say so herself.

Emily buckled herself up and started up her SUV, pulling out of her long driveway and taking a right turn onto the main road. It was a short drive to Aaron's, one she'd made a few times before. She hummed along to the radio as she pulled up to the house. Emily got out of the car, carrying the still-warm platter of muffins to the door, shutting her car door with her foot on the way. Through a little awkward jostling, she managed to ring the doorbell. Sure, it was with her nose, but she managed to ring it, nonetheless.

"Daddy, daddy! The bell is dinging!" Jack exclaimed happily, and Emily could hear the thudding of him running towards the door.

"Jack! Let me get it, buddy!" Aaron called, walking quickly. Emily felt terrible for him. She may not be a parent, but she was a profiler, and she knew the frantic panic for his son that the raven haired man barely hid.

Emily was jolted out of her thoughts by Aaron opening the door. "Emily? What're you doing here?" He asked curiously.

Emily smirked. "What, expecting someone else? May I come in, Aaron?" She asked, adding a smile at the end.

"Huh? Oh, sure. Here, let me get those." Aaron said, taking the platter of muffins from her and placing them on the counter in the kitchen. Emily took her shoes off and smiled, laughing lightly as he peered beneath the tinfoil.

"Blueberry blackberry chocolate chip muffins. My favourite." Aaron smiled, but Emily could feel it was a little strained. Aaron was taking a little time off to mourn and take care of his son. Emily looked at him sympathetically, to which he replied with a once-over, raising an eyebrow. "Is this normal, muffin-giving dress, Emily?" Aaron chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension.

Emily frowned and went to the bathroom mirror in confusion. What was he talking about? And then she saw it. Her outfit itself wasn't that bad. Dark wash jeans, a black shirt, gold necklace, stud earrings. Her hair and makeup was semi-normal for her... but she had flour on her shirt and face, as well as some muffin batter. Oh geez! She was so embarrassed!

As if sensing her distress (it was clear on her face, you didn't need to be a profiler to see it), he smiled and gave a her a gentle flick on the nose. "Calm down, Em, it's not that bad." He chuckled, smiling a genuine smile. Sure, it was accented by pain, a little in the eyes, but he was smiling.

Emily turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "I have muffin batter on my nose."

Aaron laughed and bit into his muffin. "Mm... you always did make the best muffins. Haley wanted to get your recipe." He said, a single tear slipping down his cheek. He was appalled at himself. He'd been holding off the pain easily, when in public, so why did his mask slip now? Emily reached up and brushed the tear away with her thumb, her other hand reaching to take his, giving it a light squeeze.

"Don't be ashamed. It's okay to mourn." Emily said softly, leaving her hand on his cheek. Aaron leaned into her hand slightly, as they looked into each other's eyes. Suddenly his mask fell completely, to reveal his pain and sorrow.

"Daddy?" Jack called, peering into the bathroom. Emily removed her hand from his, and from his cheek, to wash off the flour and batter on her face. Aaron's mask went back up.

"Hey Jack! Emily brought muffins! You want one?" The older man smiled softly.

Completely ignoring his question, Jack tilted his head. "Why're you in da bathroom?"

Emily laughed and wiped her wet face with a towel. "Your daddy was showing me I still had muffin batter on my face."

"Em, you missed some." He chuckled, taking the towel and wiping a smudge off her cheek. She didn't understand why, but suddenly the close proximity caused her breath to hitch, her stomach to flutter, her heart to beat faster and her cheeks to turn pink. What on earth was that...? "Don't be embarrassed." He chuckled, putting the towel back and leaving the bathroom, Jack following him. Emily stood there for a moment longer and put a hand to her cheek, before following him out. Yes. Embarrassed. That had to be what it was.

"What kinda muffins are dey, Auntie Emmy?" Jack asked politely.

Emily giggled slightly. He was so cute! "Blueberry-blackberry-chocolate chip. You want one?"

Jack grinned and nodded. Emily reached under the tinfoil and grabbed a larger one, looking at Aaron for permission before handing it to the little boy. "Here you go, Jacky."

Jack pouted at the nickname before biting into the muffin happily, reminding Emily of Aaron. Jack was definitely his son.

Emily laughed lightly, noticing Aaron give the platter longing looks as he played with his empty wrapper. She reached under the platter and gave him another one, before taking one for herself.

"Hey, those are my muffins!" Aaron exclaimed teasingly.

"Baker's rights." She said, sticking her tongue out playfully before biting into her muffin. Mmm... she really was good at baking.

"Daddy, you hafta share." Jack added in a scolding tone, causing both agents to laugh lightly.

"Hey, Aaron! I'm home." Jessica said as she came into the kitchen, smiling at the scene, "aww, you guys look like one happy family." She added, giggling

Oops. Wrong thing to say.

Aaron shut down. The smile was replaced with his customary frown, and Emily was no longer Emily, but Prentiss, in his mind. Emily could feel her face heat up with embarrassment again and she grabbed her coat, slipping on her shoes. "I should probably get going. Hopefully I'll see you soon, Aaron" Emily smiled slightly, going to the door.

"Bye bye, Auntie Em!" Jack called.

"Make sure I get my platter back, okay?" Emily chuckled to Aaron as she passed him, "stealing is a federal offense." That got a smile, albeit a weak one.

Aaron walked with her to the door, still smiling weakly. "Sorry about Jessica."

Emily gave him an encouraging smile back. "I don't mind. Take care of yourself, okay? Everyone's real worried about you." She said, putting a hand on his cheek.

Aaron reached up and put his hand over hers. "You too. I don't want anyone else I know or care about getting hurt."

Emily nodded slightly and removed her hand, leaving. She never knew how that single visit would change her whole life.