A/N: Warning this story will contain a character death but it is not one of our dynamic duo and it is not due to cancer. There are a lot of those fics and I do love them but this is not one of them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. CBS does!

Forgiven Distance

Chapter 1: Football and Phone Calls

The startling beeping noise coming from the alarm clock next to her head had Emily jumping up from the bed. "I'm up… I'm up!" she looked sleepily around her room noticing the empty bed next to hers then at the still beeping alarm. "Oh hush!" she slammed her hand down making the device stop instantly.

"Can you not hit it so hard? That's the second one this month." A chuckle came from the bathroom.

Emily looked up shielding her eyes from the light admitted from the open door with one hand as the other wiped at her eyes. "Sorry" she shrugged seeing her husband with his black slacks already on but shirtless and his toothbrush hanging from his up turned mouth.

"It's okay." He winked at her walking back into the bathroom to finish his morning routine.

Emily climbed out of bed and ventured in after him. She grabbed her own toothbrush "How long have you been up?" she turned the water on smiling as he hip checked her as she leaned over him.

"Twenty minutes" he spit and rinsed then waited on her. After she did the same he leaned in and kissed her softly. "Morning"

"Morning" she pulled his face down once more with a sweet kiss. "Now get out."

Hotch chuckled with a mock salute and happily left the woman alone. He walked into the bedroom and carefully looked over the alarm clock his wife maimed. He learned early in their relationship about her waking habits and normally he would turn her alarm off and just wake her himself but he wanted to get a jump start on the day and forgot. Sighing as he realized it was indeed broken he unplugged it and tossed it to the small trash can by the door and made a mental note to put 'alarm clock' on the shopping list.

"Aaron" he turned st her voice his jaw dropping at the sight of his very naked wife. She smiled and swayed her hips just right on her way to him and handed over a small white stick.

"This isn't a pregnancy test, is it? Don't you normally get the idiot proof ones?" he questioned looking over the stick but not taking it from her hand. The last test she took said pregnant or not pregnant on the screen. This one didn't.

"Nope" she smiled tugging at the loose belt hanging from his pants.

"Then what is it?" he frowned. They had been trying to have a baby for quite some time now with no progress and it was starting to get to his wife.

"This means you have thirty minutes to get me pregnant." She licked her lips as her hands went to work on the zipper of his slacks, discarding the white stick to the dresser.

"Why thirty minutes?" he asked helping her out realizing what the white stick was. Because they have had no luck getting pregnant Emily has gone crazy calculating when she ovulates and any other test a woman could do to make sure they 'get it on' at the right time.

"The kids have to be up in thirty but if you keep asking questions then you won't have that much time left. Now get naked and get in bed!"

-CM-CM-

Emily laid with a goofy grin on the bed as Hotch showered quickly, re-dressed and re-combed his hair. Not but seconds later a small knock at the door made Hotch throw Emily a shirt and a blanket from the lounge chair in the corner. He watched her dress and cover up then opened the door. "Morning son." He smiled at the sleepy four year old that just grumbled a hello and quickly climbed into bed with his mother.

"Hey baby. Are you going to cuddle with me?" Emily smiled as the boy rubbed his face into her tee shirt and closed his eyes. "I take that as a yes?" her arms wrapped around him as she kissed his head full of dark hair.

"Jack was mean to me." His tiny voice vibrated through her body as he forced his face further into her shirt.

"What happened?" she softly stroked his hair.

"He made me get up." He pouted finally removing his face from his mother's chest.

"I'm sorry Eli but it is time to get up. Can you run to your room and get dressed so Mommy can too then I will make you some breakfast?" The boy nodded and jumped down flying past Hotch on his way out. Emily reluctantly sat up and stretched slowly. "What are you gonna make for breakfast?" she smiled shyly at her husband.

Hotch held in his urge to roll his eyes instead settled for shaking his head in defiance. "No you said you would. Do you really want our son to know his Mommy lied to him?" he said with amusement in his voice but a frown on his face as he sat on the bed putting on his shoes.

"Aaron Hotchner, I thought you loved me? At least that;s what you said ten minutes ago when I rocked your world. Did you lie?" she pouted climbing out of bed and went about getting ready. "Plus I need a shower. You made me stink."

"Fine but tomorrow you get to do breakfast and pack lunches." He said walking out of the room grinning from ear to ear. He could never deny the brunette anything. He made his way to the end of the hall to check on the boys who were almost ready. Making a few minor adjustments to his four year olds wardrobe, socks with flip flops was a no-no he learned from his wife, then helped Jack with the gel for his hair and soon he was down the stairs and very well on his way to making breakfast.

"Dad, can I spend the night with Cameron this weekend?" the ten year old asked with a mouth full of eggs as the boys trickled into the kitchen.

"You need to check with Mom but I don't see why not. Have you decided which summer camp you want to attend?" Hotch asked Jack buttering Eli's toast. "Here bud eat." He told the younger Hotchner boy placing the plate in front of him.

The boy excitedly dug into his own breakfast as his brother shrugged at his father. "I don't know. Can't I do both?"

"They're at the same time." He shook his head setting Emily's coffee cup, made to her specifications, at her spot and returned to the kitchen to get his. "What is Cameron doing?"

"His Dad doesn't want him to play baseball next year so he is going to football camp." Jack told him as Emily walked into the kitchen freshly showered and changed.

"Morning sweetie." she kissed Jack's head then grabbed her coffee. "What are we talking about?" she asked feeling out of the loop.

"What camp he's going to attend this summer." Hotch told her handing her a plate of food.

She smiled in thanks. "You need to decide by tonight. I have to get your application in by tomorrow." She told her son. Jack had been debating whether to go to football or baseball camp the school put on every summer for kids his age. He played soccer since he was five and old enough to be on a team but last year he picked up baseball and had taken to it immediately. Both Hotch and Emily encouraged him to try anything he wanted so football camp was also discussed due to his best friend. Emily inwardly cringed at the thought of Jack playing football.

"But Cameron is going to football camp."

"But you've never played. What do you want to play next season?" Hotch said reaching over to help his younger son with his breakfast.

"But dad I want to hang out with Cameron." Jack whined. "We won't get to see each other at school so I have to go to camp with him."

"Jack, the world doesn't end if you don't get to go to camp with Cameron. You boys can get together on the weekends." Hotch reasoned. "Besides I want you to actually enjoy camp. Football was never even on your radar."

"Fine, baseball I guess." He sighed clearing his plate and heading up to his room clearly defeated.

"Nicely done, I don't want him playing football. It would be our luck that he would be the kid that gets his back broken." Emily pointed out. "What about you, mister? What are you gonna do this summer?" she asked the other Hotchner boy.

"Football" he smiled sweetly at his mother making Hotch chuckle at the boy's antics. Definitely her son, he mused.

"Eli, if Jack is too small for football then you are way too small." she ruffled his hair with a smile.

"Football Mama" he said again. "I'm big Daddy said so." Which was true, his father did tell him he was a big boy but only for cleaning his room the night before.

"You are big but not big enough for football." His father told him as they cleared the table and everyone split ways to get their belongings before leaving for school and work. Both boys grabbed their backpacks, Jack's full of books and homework and Eli's full of nothing. He was only in preschool but he wanted to be like his big brother so Emily happily got him is own bag that he carried around. Hotch with his briefcase in hand, piled Jack and Eli into his dark SUV and left to drop them off before heading to work.

Emily was finishing gathering her things when her phone rang. "Prentiss" she answered her cell phone locking the house and heading out to her car.

"I thought you were a Hotchner now?" the voice on the other line made her frown.

"Dad?"

"Yes. How are you doing Emily?" to say she was shocked was an understatement. Confused was more like it. Five years ago when she married Hotch she thought her parents would become more than just a few phone calls a year like they were since she left for college but it never happened. They stayed distant even after Eli was born but Emily didn't try too hard to get them to know their grandson. Why should she? They never cared to call or visit so she didn't put much effort into it.

"I'm okay and I still use Prentiss at work. Is something wrong?" she replied suspicious of the call.

"No, I was just calling to invite you for dinner tonight. Your mother and I would like to see you."

Emily bit her lip nervously as she got in her car. "I can't tonight. Eli has his preschool graduation. What about tomorrow?"

"That sounds fine. Dinner will be at seven. See you then." He said then the phone went dead.

Emily frowned at her phone for a minute but as her eyes noticed the time on the clock she shook her head of her thoughts and pulled out of the driveway and went to work.

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