A/N: Thought I would try doing a short piece. I'm going through CM withdrawal. If you like cross-overs, check out my other fic A Roaring Good. It features Criminal Minds, Jurassic Park, and Tintin. Super weird, I know. But sometimes you just can't hold back. All mistakes are my own. Please leave a review if you can! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not hold rights to CBS' Criminal Minds or any of its characters, and do not intend to collect any profits for the use of the characters.

The moment Emily Prentiss stepped into the heat, she immediately regretted it. Slipping off her work blazer, she swung it over her shoulder and made her way to her vehicle. Once the door was unlocked, she slipped her blazer onto the seat before getting in. There was nothing like getting a sting from leather seats that had been soaking up the sun all day, and she was intent on avoiding such an incident.

Pulling out of her parking spot, she glanced down for a moment to turn on the air conditioning. The moment her eyes looked up she slammed on the breaks. What the hell was he doing?

"Hotch! I almost bulldozed you!" She wiped her hand across her forehead. "You gave me one hell of a heart attack."

"Sorry Prentiss, I was trying to get a better angle." Hotch gestured to his car. "Two flats. One spare. Guess I shouldn't even bother, right?" He smiled guiltily at her. "I apologize. It was a stupid move."

"That would be one word for it," she answered, smirking. "Did you call Triple A?"

"Yes, but they said it would be a couple hours. Too many other vehicles with the same problem." He checked his watch. "And I need to pick up Jack in an hour from school. Jessica's out of town this week."

Emily nodded. "Hop in, I can take you no problem."

"Are you sure? I can always catch a cab."

"Hotch, by the time you call and wait for one, it'll be at least twenty minutes. Just get in," she said, unlocking the doors. "I'm serious, let's move. It's almost rush hour."

Without hesitation, Hotch grabbed his briefcase from the backseat of his vehicle and climbed into Emily's passenger seat. He buckled his seatbelt and nodded, shooting her a small smile. "I really appreciate this Prentiss. I owe you one."

Emily waved her hand at him. "Don't be ridiculous, you'd do the same for me. Now how do I get to Jack's school?"

Hotch gave her directions and she pulled out into the interstate. The drive was relatively quiet with the occasional chit chat leaning towards Jack. Emily silently thanked him for not bringing up their past case.

"It's the next left."

Emily nodded and turned into a large cul-de-sac. She put the vehicle in park and turned to Hotch. "Should I just hang out here?"

"Sure, I'll only be a second," he answered. "He should be ready to go by now."

"Ok, I'll keep the A/C running." Hotch nodded and slipped out of the vehicle. She watched him disappear into the school and reclined her seat slightly, staring out the window.

Sure enough, she wasn't kept waiting for long. She saw the young blonde boy run down the stairs ahead of his father and hurry to the front seat.

"Emily, I beat Daddy! So he has to sit in the back," Jack said excitedly, climbing into the front seat. He laughed as he saw Hotch pout dramatically as he made his way to the rear doors. "Daddy I beat you!"

"You did buddy, I never had a chance!" Hotch sighed dramatically. "What did you learn in school today?"

"Multiplication on the eight row. It was hard but I did fine."

"Good boy." Hotch reached across the arm rest and ruffled his son's hair. "Did you know that Emily rescued me today? I almost didn't get here in time."

"Emily, you really saved Daddy?" Jack asked, looking up at her. She bit her lip to keep from smiling and nodded. "Thank you Emily!"

"You're welcome handsome. It was my pleasure," she replied, leaning over to take his school bag. "Now buckle your seat belt." Passing his bag to Hotch, she made eye contact with him in the rear view mirror. "Where to?"

"Just to my place is fine." Emily pulled out of the cul-de-sac, chuckling as Jack squirmed next to her. She turned up the air conditioning, and switched on the radio to a top forty station.

"Emily, what's your favorite song?" Jack asked, tapping his fingers on her console.

"That's a good question buddy. I actually really like classical music, do you know what that is?"

"Is that the violin? My friend Sarah says she plays classical stuff and she plays the violin," Jack explained.

Emily nodded. "Violins are part of it, you're right." She switched the station to one of her favorites. "Hear it? It's so beautiful."

Jack nodded his head vigorously. "I like it. Can I learn to play classical Daddy?"

Hotch smiled in the back seat. "Sure buddy, maybe in another year when you're a little older."

Emily bit her lip. She wanted to mention that it was better for him to start at a younger age, but it wasn't her place to give him advice on how to raise his son. "When you learn, you'll have to invite me to your first concert so I can hear you play."

Jack lifted his hand and reached it out towards Emily. "Shake on it."

Emily laughed and took the young boy's hand briefly. "Deal."

Taking the next left, Emily pulled up to Hotch's condo. "Here we are!"

"Yay! Daddy, can Emily come in?"

"Oh no, I should be getting home Hotch. Don't worry about it," she said sheepishly, not wanting to interrupt on the father-son bonding time.

"Nonsense Prentiss, come in. The least you can do is let me make you dinner," Hotch said, reaching out to rest a hand on her arm. "You and Jack can catch up."

Emily hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help break her resolve when she saw the look on Jack's face. "Ok, I suppose that would be fine. I wasn't going to do much anyway, probably get reacquainted with Ben and Jerry." She turned off the vehicle. "Is it ok to park here?"

Hotch nodded and opened his door, tucking his briefcase against his side while holding Jack's school bag. "Come on buddy, let's get inside so we can get dinner started."

Jack cheered and raced out of the vehicle, sprinting towards the front door. Both adults chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"Really Hotch, I don't have to stay. I know you haven't seen Jack in a while because of back to back cases." She picked up Jack's bag from his grasp and followed him to the house.

"It's really not an issue, he loves that you're here," Hotch insisted, pointing to the open door. "Go ahead, I just need to call Triple A to set up an appointment for tomorrow morning."

Emily smiled and walked into his house. Her evening was taking an unexpected turn, and she was intrigued as to how the rest of the night would play out. She laughed when she heard Jack ask "Emily, who are Ben and Jerry?"

OK that's it for now! Shoot me a review if you want to see how the dinner turns out!