Ma Petite Chère

Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to Criminal Minds, but you know that. I also don't even own Amy since she is a real person...

Summary: It's been a few months since Hotch and Emily took in the teenage Amy, and everything seems to fall into place until something unexpected throws the family through a loop...

Sequel To: Mon Petit

A/N: I never planned to write a sequel to Mon Petit even after getting several requests for one. But this came to my mind with the help of a very persistent friend. I hope that it lives up to the first one.

BTW, Amy is in fact the girl who I wrote Mon Petit for when she asked to be written into one of my fics, so here's another one starring her. Don't kill me girl, just enjoy your birthday present.

Happy Birthday, AmyPrentiss-Reid

By the way, Ma Petite Chère is French for My Dear Little One.

Thanks for reading, don't forget to leave a review.

"Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life!" Albert Einstein

Emily giggled as Hotch nipped at her neck while the two stood at the door step to their semi new home.

She couldn't believe how much had changed in the span of three months. And it all started with a tour group at the BAU.

"Stop that" the brunette murmured once Hotch's hands went from her hips trailing upwards towards the soft and smooth skin on her stomach.

"Can't... help... it" Hotch said as he peppered her neck with kisses, "You're just too damn intoxicating."

"I'd say you're drunk" Emily teased, turning around in his arms, "But then you're never one to drink on the job."

Giving her a dimpled grin, he dipped her giving her a passionate kiss, "I could say something cheesy, along the lines of I'm drunk on you..."

That made her burst out in laughter, "Well yeah that is pretty cheesy."

He pulled her back up, "But I'll reserve my actions until we get inside our house unless you're feeling voyeuristic."

"Not since college" she teased him, stealing the keys from his grasp, "Besides I think our children might not like hearing their parents going at it on the lawn like a couple of cats in heat."

Rubbing his arms, "You mean like Sergio?"

"My cat is not in heat" she said, shooting him a look, "He just doesn't like you."

Taking the keys from her, Hotch unlocked the door slowly pushing it opened, "Huh, that's odd."

"What is?" Emily asked, following him in only to bump into him, "Ow Aaron. Why is it so dark in here?"

"Shh" he whispered, "What time is it?"

Emily looked down at her arm, "Can't tell, it's too damn dark" dropping her purse on the end table, she reached over for the light only for Hotch to grab her.

"There's someone in the house" he whispered, "Where the hell are the kids?"

Her dark eyes widening in horror, she couldn't fathom the thought of someone hurting Jack or Amy, "Call the team."

Hotch nodded, reaching for his service weapon when a sound made the two agents jump.

"Stop" a murmured voice whispered.

Hotch pulled out his gun while Emily turned on the lights and neither adult was happy with the sight before them.

"Oh my God" Emily whispered, looking over at Hotch who looked down right murderous.

The sound of the voices caused a gasp to escape from Amy, "Michael. Michael..."

"What?" the dark-haired teenage boy murmured, too distracted with nipping at the young brunette's neck to notice that he was the focus of two angry parents' attention.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner" a feminine voice called out from the corner of the room.

"Ashley" Emily said, turning her head to her daughter's blonde friend, "Ashley's friend."

"Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner, meet Zack" Ashley said, tapping on the boy's arm who looked ready to flee the house.

That made Michael's dark head pop up, and spun around on the couch to see a dual glare from the agents, "Hey."

"Hey?" Hotch repeated, his glare on the boy never wavering.

"Michael, Zack, why don't you boys head on home?" Emily instructed the two scared looking boys.

"Yes ma'am" Zack muttered, rushing off the love seat towards the couch, "Come on Michael, I'll drive you home."

"But..." he mumbled, "I'll call you later, Amy..." looking over at her angry father, "Or maybe not."

Hotch turned, watching the two young teenage boys rushing out the front door then looked over at the two guilty looking girls.

"Ashley, it's best that you go now" Hotch said, taking a deep breath, "And tell your parents that I'll be giving them a call later on."

The young, blonde's jaw dropped but shot her friend a look, only to meet an embarrassed look in return.

"See you later Ames" Ashley muttered, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

Amy turned from looking at the front door to her parents, "How could you do that to me? Do you know how embarrassing that is?"

"Excuse me?" Emily asked, "But we specifically told you no boys, Amy. You're suppose to babysit your brother, not be making out on the couch with a boy."

"You know he's not just some boy" Amy shouted, "Michael's my boyfriend."

"You're boyfriend?" Hotch repeated, shocked, "You're too young for a boyfriend."

"Too young? I'm fifteen years old" she told him getting off the couch, storming up the stairs, "We weren't doing anything wrong. We were kissing."

"Young lady, in this house we're honest with each other" Hotch said, looking over to Emily who was biting her lip, "We don't keep secrets from each other and you just kept a huge one from us. You're grounded."

"Grounded?" she repeated, "But that's not fair" looking over at Emily, "Tell him."

Hotch looked from the angry girl to his wife, "Tell me what? Emily?"

"Well, you see..." she paused, "I knew about Michael."

"You knew?" he asked, stunned, "Why the hell wasn't I told? Huh?"

"There's your reason right there" Amy muttered, stomping into her bedroom closing the door.

Emily looked from the closed door to Hotch, "Do not give me that look, I can't deal with this now."

Walking passed Hotch towards the kitchen, she sighed. Was it wrong to keep the fact that their adopted daughter had a boyfriend? Yes, she knew it the minute she had been told about Michael. But she knew what his reaction would be. It would've been better to tell him instead of walking in on them making out, along with the girl's friend and her boyfriend.

Groaning as she loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, that was something she didn't need to see, nor did Hotch. She was surprised he didn't have a stroke on sight.

Closing the dishwasher, she turned around to see Hotch staring out the window into the starry night. She knew that aside from the fact that neither her nor Amy told Hotch about Michael was one of the reasons he was angry, but the main one was catching a bunch of teenagers making out in his house was the real reason. Especially since one of said teenagers was his daughter.

But the main reason he was angry was, that despite that it had been a few short months since taking the girl into their home, he didn't like the fact that he was losing their daughter to boys. At least so soon after joining their family.

Setting the down the dishtowel, the brunette slowly wandered into the living room and wrapped her arms around Hotch's stomach, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Hey" he quietly murmured, turning his head to catch a glimpse of her.

"Are you still mad?" she asked, smiling when his covered her hands with his own caressing them.

"I'm not mad that she has a boyfriend" Hotch started, only to hear her snort at that, "Ok, I am but not as much as walking into our home that had been transformed into a teenage orgy with our son sleeping right upstairs..."

"Ok granted that was not a wise decision on Amy's part" she sighed, "But Aaron, we have to cut her a break. Amy's a good girl, and she's new to this whole daughter and sister thing."

"It's been almost four months Emily," Hotch reminded her, "School will be starting up soon, and she'll be turning sixteen. Up until she met that Ashley, she's been a responsible young adult..."

"But?" she asked, biting her lower lip, "I can tell there's a but coming in."

"She has yet to talk to her old friends from St. Peters" Hotch said, "She spends all day with Ashley and her friends, and that she hasn't introduced me to this Michael character..." he took a deep breath, "I don't want her going down a bad path, Emily."

"So what do you want to do?" Emily asked, resting her head on his shoulder "I mean I understand that she needs to be punished for bringing boys over instead of watching Jack, but we can't be too hard on her. I don't want to undo all the progress we've made with her so far."

"We're going to have to have a sit down with her and set some ground rules..." Hotch started, as the two walked towards the couch to go over some new rules.

"So how goes it in casa de la Alcatraz?" Ashley asked, painting her fingernails.

"Well no need to call in the National Air Guards" Amy sighed, "I mean I don't think they'll lock me up in solitary confinement."

"But?" the other girl asked.

"But, I know my Dad, and I know how he is on the job" the girl sighed, leaning back on her bed, pressing her cell phone to her ear as she opened up her laptop.

"You want me to have Marcellina bake you a cake with a nail file in it?" Ashley teased.

Amy chuckled at that, scanning through her emails, "Sure, if you can get it by Jack first."

Snorting, Ashley turned on her television set, "I don't know what they're getting so freaked up about" she scanned through the channels leaving it on the local news, "I mean it's not like you two were banging or anything."

"I don't even want to imagine" Amy muttered, ignoring her emails from Zoe before looking up, "Uh oh, I think I hear the sounds of the bootstraps hitting the floor. I'll call you in twenty if I'm not banned from all forms of communications."

"God parents can be so lame, especially ones that aren't even real parents" Ashley grumbled, "Any way, I'll call Chelsea and see if we can form an escape plan from the adopted parents from hell."

Amy bit her lip at that. She wasn't exactly thrilled at the way Hotch and Emily flipped out over her and friends, but she wouldn't call them the worst parents in the world. Shaking this train of thought off, she shut her laptop and zoned back in on Ashley's conversation.

"Besides don't they have better things to do then nitpick over your love life?" the girl asked, "I mean there's that creepy babysitter killer out there. Ugh, parents are lame."

"Yeah" Amy muttered in agreement, looking up when she heard a knock on her door, "Gotta go, my wardens are on call. Later."

"Knock, knock" Hotch replied through the door, "Amy?"

"Come in." Amy called out setting the cell phone on the nightstand.

"Amy?" Emily said, following Hotch into the bedroom, "We need to talk."

"Your Mom and I've talked" Hotch started, taking a seat on the computer chair, while Emily sat on the edge of the bed picking at the violet bed spread, "And we've decided that you can continue to see Michael..."

"Really?" she grinned, looking from Hotch to Emily, then furrowed her eyebrows, "What's the catch?"

"Well, school starts on Monday" Emily started, "And your father and I are both in agreement that from now until the barbecue on Memorial Day, that you're grounded."

"Grounded?" the teenager repeated, "For two weeks? Why?"

"You broke the rules about no boys over" Hotch started, "Not to mention that I didn't meet this boy..."

"Michael" Amy reiterated, then looked over at Emily, "But she didn't tell you either. Is she grounded too?"

"Watch your tone, young lady" Hotch warned, "That's not the point. The point is, you weren't honest. You broke the rules, your grounded. For two weeks, no internet except for school work. No texting, social medias, and your television time is limited."

"Great" Amy muttered, "Anything else?"

"No that's it" Hotch said, "You'll be spending these quality two weeks with your family."

"What?" she asked, "I can't even hang out with my friends?"

"You can" Emily said, "You can spend time with Zoe."

"What about Ashley, Zack, Chelsea or Michael?" Amy asked, not noticing her parents shocked by the dismissal of her former friend.

"They can come over here only." Hotch told her.

"Fine" he heard the girl grumbled, "When does lock down begin? I need to download my class schedule before I'm banned from all things outside world."

"We'll be back in ten minutes, that should give you enough time" Hotch stated, walking over to her and dropping a kiss on her forehead, "Don't worry it's not the end of the world."

Emily walked over, "Who knows you might discover something about yourself."

Amy opened up her laptop once she was alone, she scanned through her emails puzzled by several alerts from her new guidance counselor.

"Well hello there, Mr. Carter" Amy said, reading through the email, scoffed, "Meeting scheduled for 2:15 on Monday? Great."

Closing her computer she set the electronic device on her nightstand and rolled over on to her side, turning her lamp off she didn't notice a shadow walk passed her window.

"Hello solitary confinement, goodbye life."

"Families are like fudge- mostly sweet with a few nuts." Author Unknown

To Be Continued...

I'm not sure how long this story will be, but I know it'll be more than Mon Petit was. We'll see how this goes.

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