AU: This is based on Life Unexpected, but not. I've changed the name and story a lot. First of all, JJ never told the team about the baby because she was told her baby was a stillborn and that hurt her. She joined the FBI Academy a year later. Her parents and brother knew, but know that they can't talk about it. This takes place when JJ is back from maternity leave in season 11. Italics are character's thoughts.

Disclaimer: Okay, so right now some of the characters may seem a bit OOC now but how would you react if a kid showed up on your doorstep demanding you sign an emancipation paper? But, you were under the same belief that your baby had died.

Chapter 1

The walk from bus station to the address took longer than Callie thought. From how it looked on the Google Maps app it didn't seem that far. But, Callie isn't complaining. Walking helps her think. Besides Callie doesn't have enough dough for a taxi ride. She doesn't even have enough for half a taxi ride.

Her hands are trembling. The slip of paper with her biological mother's name is scrawled on the sticky note she swiped from her case worker's desk. It only took a few clicks for Callie to figure out where Jennifer Jareau lived and now the woman's address is written neatly beneath the name. Of course, she was stunned to discover Jennifer only lives a bus ride from her current foster home. Okay, Callie nods as she turns the corner. All I have to do is have her sign it and I'm free.

She frowns. The houses or rather townhomes are nice, most have front yards that appear too apple pie sweet. Anger surges inside of Callie. A part of her had been hoping Jennifer was a drug-addict like Ben's mom was. It would've been easier to believe her mom couldn't take care of her because of an addiction, not because she never wanted her. Then again, Callie thought. Jennifer gave me up and probably never knew what happened after. If I should blame anyone it should be the Scott's for giving me back.

It's just a bit weird is all…what kid wants to think their mom never wanted them? If she had been an addict then Callie could tell herself she wasn't physically able to care for her. And that she gave her up to give her, her best chance.

But, this neighborhood doesn't match up to her preconceived childish belief. Jennifer's house is suddenly in front of her looking just as modest as the others and for once Callie starts to feel her knees quiver.

You've got this. Just get the fucking signature and leave. Callie sighs as she unhooks the gate and walks up the path. It'll take five minutes…maybe not even five. All I need is her signature and I'm all good. Everything will be good. Of course, I'll have to stay with Ben for a while, but once I get the money together; I'll be okay. Anyway, Ben's aunts love her; they won't mind someone crashing on the couch.

With that in mind, Callie goes to the front door knocking a few times. The sound of someone unlocking the door from the other side causes Callie to take a step back and straighten her posture. The teenager forces out a grin as a man with wavy brown hair swings it open.

"Can I help yah?" The guy asked in his southern drawl. He has a baby in his arms and a boy with short blonde hair behind him, the kid's confused face matching his dad's.

"Uh…ah," Callie chokes on her words. "I must have the wrong house." She mumbled taking a step back almost tripping off the porch, but the man manages to grab her hand and maneuver the baby to keep her from falling.

After seeing fear in her eyes, Will releases the hand. "Who're yah looking for? I'm friends with all of our neighbors. Maybe I can help yah. Buddy, go put Mike in his bouncy and set up the X-Box for us to play. I'll be there in a minute." He carefully hands the six month old to his eldest watching his son walk away before taking a step outside. Henry is mindful not to go too fast even though he's happy he gets to play video games more than once today; mommy and daddy usually only let him play once for an hour.

Callie studies his face noticing hints of concern etching its way onto his features. She can tell he thinks she's weird. "Sorry…you don't know Jennifer Jareau do you?"

He raises his eyebrows. "Ah, well I'd like to think I do."

Awesome, since this dude knows Jennifer then he'll be able to help me find her.

"I'm Will, JJ's my wife."

Callie chuckles. Of fucking course he is. "Fucking seriously?" And she just bets those boys in there are their sons which means that genetically they're her brothers, half-brothers. The teenager tries not to let react too much by this news.

"JJ's not here. Is there something I can help yah with?" He questioned frowning.

"Um, well no. I just – I need to talk…do you know what time she'll be back?" Callie asked her cheeks burning in embarrassment, but tries to keep cool.

"Soon, I think. I'm hoping she'll be back around six or so."

Callie looks down at her watch; it's five-thirty now. Waiting half an hour wouldn't kill her; she's waited the last fourteen years for this. The least she can do is, wait another thirty minutes. But, it still bothers her. She'd hoped this would be over by now.

"Lookit," Will recognizes the flood of worry and anxiousness in her eyes. "If it's somethin' real important then I can see about getting her to come home early." He offered.

"No, don't. It's not a big deal." Callie lied shaking her head. A part of the teen is scared to face her mother. Here, she is with this new life; a husband, even two little boys. Callie bets they have a dog too. Their lives seem too grossly sweet. "I'll just wait for her." She nods.

Will cracks an even bigger grin. "You're gonna wait for her in 98 degree weather? And it ain't important?" He asked folding his arms over his chest, amused. There's something about this kid. "I'm not just gonna let yah fry out here. Come on inside."

"I'm good out here, but thanks." She said. It isn't that she thinks Jennifer's husband is a creepy or anything – Callie just doesn't want to let herself get to know them. "I'll sit on the step…so I'm not in the sun so much."

"I ain't gonna hurt you, yah know?" Will stares at the girl oddly.

"I know."

"It just wouldn't be right leavin' yah outside to burn. No offence kid, but you look like you'd fry in a blizzard, anyway JJ would kill me if she came home and saw you sittin' here in ninety degree weather. Really, you'd be saving me from a night on the couch." The cop takes a step back inside and holds the door open a bit more.

Callie awkwardly and hesitantly follows him in. She shudders slightly at the cool air they have on and shuts the door behind her.

"Have a seat wherever." He leads her into the living room where Henry is playing his game and baby Michael is in his bouncy. Will plops down beside his son raising his eyebrows at him who, based on the chocolate stained face, snuck a few cookies. "There somethin' yah wanna tell me, bud?" The father asked as he gestures for Callie to sit. "Sit, sit. Did yah walk from the stop? If yah did yah must be dog-tired." Callie sits and is surprised to find, that he's right; she is tired. But, not from walking; it's from discovering her mother had a whole life after she gave her up. Callie would be angry, but she doesn't really have the energy for that anymore; so she's sticking with plain sarcastic exhaustion. It works for her.

"Who's she, daddy?" Henry points avoiding his dad's question, Callie looks down. The boy seems cute and she can see familial similarities; their eyes are a similar color, only hers are bluer, but their hair is the same. She can't really tell with the baby yet.

Will takes his son's hand gently. "Pointing isn't polite, 'specially at ladies." His reprimand has Henry curling his hand into a fist while his father to ruffle his hair.

"I'm Callie Scott, kid." Callie said instantly regretting her decision to tell him her name.

Henry cocks his head to the side. "I'm Henry William LaMontange, why do you call me kid? You're a kid." He giggled making Callie to half-smile. He really does seem sweet. Henry's eyes light up as an idea pops into his head. "We should have cookies with her…cause she's a lady, daddy." Will rolls his eyes and glances at Callie who's grinning. He frowns knowing he's seen that smile before. "And it wouldn't be nice if we treated a lady bad. Mommy wouldn't like it." At the word 'mommy' Callie flinches and feels her breath catch. The grin gets ripped off her face. This doesn't go unnoticed by Will.

"Well, what do you say, Miss. Callie?" Will turns to the deflated teen. "You want a cookie?"

"I'm ah…I'm not really hungry." Callie said doing her best to ignore the boy's disheartened grimace.

The seven year old harrumphs; he didn't care if she was hungry or not, all he wanted was another cookie. Will nudges his son's leg, giving him the look. Henry huffs glancing back at his game deciding not to push his luck. But, he really wanted another cookie. Will starts texting JJ practically pleading with her to come home as soon as she can.

Callie knows that's a lie. She is hungry. She would love a cookie right now, but she doesn't want to accept anything from them except Jennifer's signature. And she sure as shit isn't going to ask for anything either. People think when you do that means you owe them. No, Callie refuses to ask Jennifer's husband for jack.

Today is one of those slow days that JJ wishes she called in sick. It is nice to be working with the team again and Tara seems great, she just misses her little men. And paperwork sucks. She is pleased for the welcome distraction when her phone buzzes rapidly, her brow furrows as she reads Will's messages. JJ quickly responds to him telling him to find out as much as he possibly can without scaring the kid off.

After ignoring her work for a while longer, JJ earns Reid's attention. "What's going on?"

"Uh, some girl showed up at the house and Will's freaking out." JJ explained frowning worriedly. She knows from experience that not all kids are trustworthy.

Derek interjected. "What does he know?"

"Nothing, she came looking for me and won't say much. Her name's Callie Scott." JJ stated causing Derek to send a text to his sugar momma requesting she look into the name. There could be a hit somewhere. Garcia responds instantly promising she'll find out what she can and hit back later. She also wants to know what's going on, but will get answers after.

"How old is she?" Reid questioned wracking his mind around statistics pertaining to teens.

"She didn't say," JJ looks down. "Will thinks at the most fourteen, she's short." Based on his messages Will doesn't seem scared of the girl, but he sure is confused as hell.

Tara purses her lips together. "So he doesn't think she's dangerous."

"No but, why would some twelve year old come looking for me?" JJ questioned more to herself than to her team who share a look with one another.

"Last time a kid came looking for me I became a dad." Rossi teased earning a bullpen full of chuckles. There's no way this kid could have anything to do with JJ like that. Reid has to admit the thought of being a parent intrigues him…he sort of envisioned a future like that with Maeve. She would have been a remarkable mother.

JJ nods, her face showing microscopic hints of worry. "I know she's not dangerous or anything. Will would never risk the boys like that. I just want to know what she wants."

Having heard most of the conversation; Hotch steps forward, clearing his throat. "JJ, go home and handle whatever is going on. Get back to us as soon as you can." He said as JJ gathers her things and leaves causing the others to murmur their own worries. Garcia gets back to them saying Callie Scott is a foster kid and on Facebook; she remarks how the girl is interested in good music. Other than that, she doesn't have much on her page. She's been a war of the state for almost fifteen years having been left at a hospital by a Mackenzie and Phillip Scott.

After half an hour of watching Henry build several Lego contraptions virtually, Will sends his son off to start homework and excuses himself to put Michael to bed. And call JJ too. Being a cop and knowing not everything is as it seems, he secretly checks the teen over for any visible signs of a weapon. JJ is at a loss too. With her not being here to assess the situation and ask this girl what it is she wants; they have nothing to do, but wait. He gently pulls the covers up; surprised and happy Michael is going down without a fight. Henry, on the other hand, seems content with doing everything but his homework. They'll have to talk about that later, right now, he has to get back to the girl in the living room.

"So how do you know my wife, if yah don't mind me askin?" Will asked walking over to her and sitting down on the other end of the couch. He doesn't want to frighten the kid by sitting too close to her.

"Oh, I don't really know her, know her." Callie said her brow furrowing as Will frowns she looks a bit like Henry when he's trying to decide something. "I've never even met her. Well, I guess maybe I did once, I'm not too sure. You'd have to ask her that." And now I'm babbling like an idiot. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

The Southerner nods that made no sense, but women are a mystery to him. "Ah, if you've never met JJ then why are yah here?"

"I need her signature."

"Her signature?"

"Uh-huh, at least I think it's hers I need." The teen murmured more to herself. She glances at the man who's giving her a confused squint. "It's sorta complicated. I'd rather talk to Jennifer about it."

Will swallows hard trying not to go 'cop' on the kid. "I'll just be right back then. You want some lemonade? Great, I'll get it." He said getting up and leaving, without giving Callie a chance to reply. She shrugs. Will doesn't know what the hell is going on. But, he does know he couldn't leave the kid waiting outside. It may be October, but damn does Virginia get balmy sometimes.

Upon entering the kitchen, Will looks over his shoulder before phoning JJ. He doesn't have to wait long for his wife to answer. "Did you figure out what's going on?" She asked.

"No, she's bein' tight-lipped about it." Will sighed. "When are you due to be home?" He looks into the living room, its damn good thing there's a door blocking the path.

JJ promised. "Within the hour, I'm stuck in traffic." She taps her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently wishing she could be there. "How old is this kid, Will? Did she say?"

"Maybe fourteen, she's got blonde hair and blue eyes…small too." Will rattles off details in the cop fashion they've both adopted from their everyday lives.

"How does she seem?" And in comes Agent Jareau. "Is she dangerous?" The profiler in JJ is curious and doesn't say it to intentionally insult her husband. And Will knows that's the case, but he can't resist teasing her.

"You think I'd let someone dangerous into our home and near our sons, Cher?" Her husband questioned insulted and he would be, if he didn't find his wife's exasperation hilarious. Then again, he figures whoever this girl is that she must know JJ from somewhere.

"No, of course not. I didn't mean it like that." JJ protested immediately; it's been a long day, starting with mindless paperwork and then Will texted saying a strange girl was at the house asking for her. She's just confused is all. "I just mean…"

Will cuts her off. "I know whatcha mean. Lookit, she just showed up outa the blue looking for you, callin' yah Jennifer." His words leave them both wondering who this girl is. Anyone who knows his wife knows to only call her JJ. Well, unless they're dealing with folks she doesn't like. "But, she also said Jareau so she must know yah from somewhere."

"Huh," The profiler thinks for a moment drawing blanks. "Did she say what she wanted?"

"Just that it wasn't important." Will sighed.

"But, you think it is." She finished reading her husband's mind.

He nods. "Yeah, I do. She needs your signature for something, Cher."

"Why would she need my signature?" JJ wondered. "I'll be home as soon as I can." The blonde perks up as the cars get moving. "Love you." She grips onto the steering wheel. If Will thinks it's important, it must be. JJ figures whoever this kid is, they'll figure it out.

"Love you too, Cher."

Callie tries to keep from tapping her feet in anticipation. She can do this. Why the hell am I so freaking nervous? It's just a damn signature; nothing more. No, she's not going to get stuck on the fact that Jennifer had other kids – that she kept – after she was born. The boy looks maybe seven which is half her age, but it stings to know her mom wanted the babies after her. The teen looks up as Will walks back into the living room. He forgot the lemonade so that let's Callie know he just wanted an excuse to most likely call Jennifer. He nods curtly. And at seeing his nervous face, Callie feels a little bit bad.

"Uh," after some fidgeting Callie sighs. "Can I use your bathroom?" She asked causing Will to gladly point out the way. The silence was getting to him. He's no kid-whisperer, but he likes to think he's decent around them but she's one tough nut to crack. "Thanks."

She only feels slightly bad about lying. She doesn't really have to go, but it was feeling a little too freaking awkward for her. The teen leans against the sink looking at herself in the mirror, frowning. Her hair looks damp and wild. The damp is from the heat and the wild part though, that's on her. She has blonde curls, some days they're in a good mood, but most days they rebel into blonde frizzes. Callie splashes some water on her face trying to muster up the courage. It's now or wait four more shitty years. No Callie has to just rip the bandage off. She jumps at the sound of their front door bursting open.

"So where is she?" JJ demanded nervously. "Where's the girl?" She looks around for the kid that has her husband jumbled and concerned. Hell, she's nervous too. First some girl shows up out of the blue demanding to see her and waits with her family for almost two hours; this kid must really be desperate.

"She's ah in the bathroom." Will affirmed.

JJ asked. "Did you figure out what she wants?"

Callie guesses now is as good a time as any and struts out of the bathroom. Both adults turn to gaze at the fourteen year old who studies Jennifer. "No, I ah wanted to talk to you cause it doesn't have to do with him." JJ frowns not sure what this kid wants. "I'm Callie Scott and I need my biological mother's signature," she takes a crumpled sheet of paper from her back pocket, flattening it out. "Since that's you." Callie is too busy fidgeting to notice the twin looks of shock on their faces. "You hafta sign this so I can get emancipated."