Emily grimaced as she walked into what was supposed to be her bedroom. The wallpaper was a pale beige with little flowers all over, a king sized bed with the headboard pushed up against a window that was covered with dark purple curtains. "Oh great. Barbie's bedroom." She rolled her eyes before throwing her bag onto the bed, quickly making her way over to the closet and pulling open the door.

Small and dark.

Perfect.

The brunette quickly pulled her pipe from her sweatshirt pocket before shedding the material from her body. She wrapped up the crystal blue glass pipe in the sweatshirt and quickly threw it into the back of the closet. No one would see it there.

Emily's head spun at the sound of a knock on her new bedroom door, a surprised smile appearing on her face at the sight of her foster father standing in her doorway. "Hi."

Derek smiled warmly to the teenager, watching as she shut the closet door. "Do you like everything?"

The brunette quickly nodded her head before sitting herself on the foot of her new bed. "Yeah, everything's great."

Derek nodded, moving his way into the bedroom. "Do you need anything? Are you hungry at all?"

Emily frowned as she thought, her fingers intertwining just before her practically empty stomach. "I could eat." The teen mirrored the smile that her foster father sent her, her chocolate eyes taking in the muscles that showed from underneath the dark man's shirt. "Could I maybe have a sandwich or something?"

The forty year old smiled before nodding once more. "Of course. Why don't you come out and help me before everyone sits down?"

"We eat together?"

Derek bit the inside of his cheek, remembering that at the childrens orphanage everyone was sent to their rooms to eat alone, and with all the lights turned off. "Yes we do. Is that ok?"

Emily slowly nodded her head, standing from her bed and quickly latching onto the FBI agent's hand. "Totally ok."

The new foster dad smiled and pressed a cautious kiss to the teenager's head, leading her down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Emily!"

The brunette hid her grimace as the small child threw herself into her hold, and she quickly lifted her into her arms. "Hi there Nova."

The small girl smiled wide, pressing a wet kiss to the teenager's cheek. "I miss you!"

Emily bit her lip as she gave a laugh. "I saw you less than five minutes ago, Nova. I was right down the hall."

Nova shrugged. "I still miss you."

Aaron quickly ran over to his sister, getting himself out of his foster mother's hold to grab onto his big sister's leg. "I missed you too!"

Emily smiled down to her brother, bending down to share a loving kiss with the small boy. "I missed you too, champ."

Jennifer watched with a careful glance as the troubled teen in her kitchen set Nova down at the round table sitting beside the back door before scooping her little brother up off of the floor and into her arms. "Well would ya' look at that?"

The FBI agent smiled. "I think it's nice."

"Nice? Do you know who you're talking about?"

Derek rolled his eyes, pulling the fridge door open. "She's a teenager, Jen. What's she supposed to act like?"

Jennifer looked to her husband with wide eyes. "A human!"

Derek looked over to his blond wife, his dark eyes glaring into hers. "You say she's disrespectful, but obviously you don't hear yourself. She's just a kid, JJ; she's been through some tough times."

The blonde's eyes softened, hearing Aaron's giggles as she remembered the story of the brunette siblings and their parents that passed in a drug deal gone bad. "Yeah I know."

He curtly nodded his head, taking the cheese and bologna from the cold cut drawer. "Come on Jen. We both know you're a fantastic mother to Nova, and you easily will be to Aaron and Emily. Just give it time."

Jennifer sighed before nodding her head, her crystal eyes looking to the brunette teenager that spun her brother around the kitchen. "Time. Just give it time."