Just before 11 a.m. Emily pulls up to the valet at the Ritz Carlton in downtown D.C. The man opens her door.

"Hello, Ms. Prentiss."

"Agent Prentiss," Emily points out. She had earned the title and was going to make sure it was respected.

"Right, Agent Prentiss. Your mother said to tell you to go right up to her suite. Brunch will arrive at 11:15."

"Thank you." Emily throws the diaper bag over one shoulder and reaches for the collapsible play pen she had brought but the valet stops her.

"No need for that Ms…uh, Agent Prentiss. Your mother had a crib sent up."

Emily can't hide her surprise. "Really? Wow. Okay then." She looks at Henry. "Ready to go, little man?"

She gets him out of his car seat and heads into the hotel. When they get out on her mother's floor she sees the door to the suite already open and the ambassador waiting. Emily smiles and whispers to Henry.

"Be a good boy, okay? You only get once chance to make a first impression." He gurgles which she figures is an agreement. "Mother! Hello!"

"Emily, dear, so good to see you. Is this Henry?"

"No, I found him in the lobby and figured I'd bring him along. Of course it's Henry," Emily replies.

"Always a smarta—aleck," the ambassador mumbles. "Well come on in. Brunch will be here soon. Oh, but, does he need anything?"

"No, I have a bottle of formula and a bottle of breast milk if he gets hungry but he should be okay for now." Emily sees the crib set up near the window and smiles at her mother. "Thank you for that. It really means a lot to me."

Elizabeth Prentiss studies her daughter. Being an absent mother she had often worried that Emily would also make a bad parent. But as the profiler talks to the little boy, putting him in the crib with his favorite toys and blanket, she sees the remarkable mother Emily has become. Elizabeth is stunned to feel tears well up in her eyes. She turns away before Emily sees them.

"Once you have him settled join me on the couch," Elizabeth commands gently.

Emily glances over her shoulder, thinking she might have heard more emotion in that one statement than she had her entire life. "This is going to be so weird," Emily whispers to Henry. He just waves his hands and giggles. "You're supposed to have my back, not tease me." She kisses his forehead and then joins her mother.

"How are things in Rome?"

"Oh, same old same old," Elizabeth answers. "But Marty Vasconi wanted me to tell you his son, Pietro, is divorced now." Elizabeth says with a wink.

"Ugh. Even if I were straight there's not enough bourbon in the world to make that hook up a possibility." The two women laugh at the thought of Emily with the man. Pietro Vasconi has always believed he is God's gift to women. But being near 300 pounds, a know-it-all who actually knows little, and a male chauvinist the Prentiss women are pretty sure God had no hand in Pietro being on the market again.

The two women sit in silence, each studying the other. Elizabeth finally breaks the silence. "Tell me about them."

Elizabeth sees the way Emily's eyes light up as she just thinks about Henry and JJ. Unknown to Emily that is all Elizabeth needs to know. "Well, you remember Jennifer from when we helped you before?" Elizabeth nods. "She is amazing, Mother. She comes from a little dot on the map but because of her work ethic she has made every dream and goal she set for herself come true. She is great friend, a great agent, and a fantastic mother." Emily looks over towards the crib. "And Henry is just magic personified. Every day it's like a new part of his personality comes out. He's 7 weeks old today and I never realized how much love I was capable of giving to another human being." She looks back to her mother. "I know you don't completely understand this, maybe you don't really want to, but I love him as if he were my own, Mother. He's my son and I love him."

Elizabeth leans over and takes one of Emily's hands. Both women have unshed tears in their eyes. "I am happy for you, Emily."

"Yeah?" Emily asks with wonder.

"Yes, I am. I can see in your eyes that Jennifer and Henry make you happy. I just hope you don't inherit my parenting skills. Or lack thereof, I should say."

"Mother, you had an important job and—"

"And so do you and Jennifer. Just don't let the job ever be more important than Henry. Trust me when I say it's my greatest regret."

Emily is stunned by her mother. First by the support she has for Emily's family and for her admission to being a less than perfect parent. Emily looks back over at the crib for a moment and smiles. Maybe one little boy is all it will take for Emily and Elizabeth to finally be a real family. When Emily looks back to her mother, she smiles.

"Thank you, Mom. I do love you."

"I love you, too, Emily."

Just as Henry starts to cry his "my diaper is wet" tears there is a knock on the door. The Prentiss' stand. "I need to change Henry."

"Psh! I'll change him. I need to get to know my grandson. You get the door."

Emily is once again stunned by her mother. She stares dumbfounded as the ambassador picks up the diaper bag and heads to the crib. Another knock on the door snaps Emily into action. She lets the room service cart in and signs for the meal, leaving a very generous tip. Once the server has gone, Emily goes to see if her mother really does know how to change a diaper. Just as she gets to them, she sees Elizabeth has broken the first rule of changing a little boy.

"Oh, Mom, you're going to need to—"

Too late. Emily fights back laughter as a stream of pee hits her mother's designer blouse. The ambassador is too stunned to do anything but stare at it a moment. As the stream ends, Henry gurgles with glee. Elizabeth slowly turns and glares at Emily.

"I swear, Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, if you so much as breathe a word about this to anyone you will find out just how much power I have to make your life miserable."

Emily stares at her a moment more…but finally the laughter breaks through. After a moment, Elizabeth joins her. Henry just kicks his feet happily.

"So, Mom, should I take over?"

"No, I think the worst is past. Let me finish up here. Okay, Henry? Yes, you're a good boy but you must learn to never, never pee on Grandma. Grandma has powerful friends who could make it so your mother's couldn't be security guards at a dump if they don't teach you manners."

Emily is not sure what surprised her more, her mother talking to Henry or referring to herself as "Grandma". The agent is now sure she has officially entered The Twilight Zone.

"There. All done." Elizabeth looks at Em. "I'm going to go change shirts before we eat."

"Sure. Of course." Once Elizabeth is in her bedroom, Emily whips out her phone and calls JJ. The liaison picks up immediately.

"Em? Is everything okay?"

"Other than my mother having been replaced by a pod person? Sure, everything is fine."

"What?"

Emily quickly gives JJ a rundown of all that had happened. JJ starts to laugh.

"Are you serious? He peed on her and she's okay with it?"

"Yes! Even called herself Grandma. Jennifer, am I still locked in your office and this is some sort of crazy dream caused by stress?"

"No, sweetheart, it's all real."

"Wow. Okay then. Ooo, here she comes. Gotta go. Love you!"

"Love you, too."

Emily puts her phone away as Elizabeth comes back in. "Was that Jennifer?"

"Yes. She says hello and hopes to see you before you head back overseas."

"This is a bit of a quick trip but we'll see. Come, let's eat and you can tell me all about what happened at work the past couple of days."

Emily nods and sits down. By the time she and Henry get ready to leave around 3 Emily has had a better conversation with her mother than ever before. Elizabeth gives Henry a big hug and kiss, promising him a pony for his first birthday. Emily chuckles.

"Mom," Emily says getting serious, "you don't know how much it means to me that…that you have accepted him so quickly."

"He makes you happy, Emily. So does Jennifer. That's all I want for you. I love you, honey."

"I love you, too, Mom…if that's really your name." The two laugh, hug, and separate on better terms than Emily would have ever believed possible.