As they walk in to door to the condo, JJ looks at Emily. "Why don't you go get changed and relax a bit. We have a couple hours until your dad gets here. Put some music on or something," she suggests.

Emily starts to pace. "I'm not sure I can relax. I just keep thinking that I've got my mother back so maybe I'm being greedy by trying to get my father back, too."

"Em, that's not greedy," JJ says, bouncing Henry on her hip.

"Maybe not," Emily concedes. She walks over to the window, staring at the Capital Dome in the distance. "Jen, do you think it's nuts that I hate politics, hate what it did to my family, and yet this is where I choose to live? Looking at the biggest symbol of U.S. political power?"

JJ smiles and walks over. "No, I think you chose it to remind yourself where you came from. You don't have a childhood home to go back to. Not even a city to call your hometown. This is probably the closest thing you have to what I have."

Emily slowly turns and looks at JJ. She brings a hand to the liaison's cheek and caresses it gently. "And you say you're not a profiler, Agent Jareau," she says quietly.

JJ smiles and turns her head to kiss Emily's palm. "It's easy to profile the person you love."

Emily leans forward and meets JJ in a gentle kiss that is broken up too soon by…

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Henry, no pulling Mama's hair. Ow. Uh, Jen, a hand please?"

JJ laughs as she sees Henry has wrapped his fists in Emily's hair and is attempting to pull it into his mouth. "Nice grip, Henry. You'll make a great goalkeeper someday."

It takes a second but Emily is finally freed from his grasp. She looks at him. "Or a great mountain climber. Ye-ouch that hurt." Henry giggles. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" She starts to tickle him. "You better remember who's bigger, Mister."

JJ laughs as Henry giggles and wiggles while Emily tickles him. "Uh, oh…I think Mama tickled too long."

"What? Why?"

JJ hands Henry over to Emily. "Diaper duty, Mama."

Emily wrinkles her nose. "Henry, you are really doing your best to ruin my afternoon, aren't you." She gives him a kiss as he just giggles in response. "You're lucky you're a charmer, Little Man."

As she starts up the stairs to the nursery the doorbell rings. JJ heads towards it, watching Emily and Henry until she can't see them anymore. She is still smiling about their interaction as she opens the door. Her face changes from happy to shocked as she sees Gerald Prentiss standing there.

"Mr. Prentiss! I, um, thought you wouldn't be here until 6."

He smiles. "I called your office to ask Emily a question and they said you had already left. I hope it's okay that I came early?"

JJ nods. "Of course." He smiles and then raises an eyebrow, a very "Emily" gesture. JJ stares at him a moment, then jumps, realizing he is still standing in the hallway. "Oh, um, come in. Please. Sorry about that."

He walks in and offers her the bouquet of flowers he had brought for them. "I hope Emily still loves Orchids."

JJ nods. "She does, yes. Would you like a drink? Wine? Beer? Liquor?"

He chuckles nervously. "I'm thinking a bottle of scotch might be needed to steady my nerves." She smiles understandingly. "Truth is, Agent Jareau, I've met with the heads of many nations. I argued with Reagan in his heyday. I told Mubarak he was a fool for not getting out of office sooner. And I nearly punched Berlusconi during his second term. But I have never been more intimidated by anyone than I am of my own daughter."

JJ finishes putting the flowers in a vase and turns to him, leaning against the kitchen counter. "First of all, please call me Jennifer or JJ. I'm only 'Agent Jareau' at the office. Secondly, she may not have dealt with all those heads of nations but she is just as scared as you. The one thing you need to know about Emily is she wants more than anything else to just have your respect."

"Do you have a good relationship with your parents, Jennifer?"

She smiles proudly. "Yes, I do. And they adore Emily, too."

He smiles. "I'm glad. She deserved better than her mother and I but from what I've read about you she's damn lucky to have you."

Before JJ can question him about what he has "read" about her, they hear Emily and Henry coming downstairs.

"So he is widely considered the best Dr. Who, and my personal favorite. Maybe we'll have time this weekend to watch and—DAD!"

JJ is laughing at Emily discussing the finer points of "Dr Who" to Henry. But the shocked look on her lover's eyes gives her some concern. Emily was not prepared to see her father and JJ kicks herself for not somehow letting Emily know he was here. Gerald smiles and walks towards Emily.

"So, this must be little Henry."

Emily looks beyond him to JJ, who just smiles encouragingly. "Uh, yeah, this is Henry," Emily manages.

Gerald addresses the little boy. "Hello, Henry. I'm your Grandfather Gerald. I hope you will avoid peeing or throwing up on me." He winks at the little boy. "Save those little gifts for your Grandma Lizzie."

Emily stares at the man's face. His micro-expressions are either extremely controlled or his is completely enamored by the smiling baby in front of him. Gerald looks over his shoulder at JJ. "He is a handsome boy, Jennifer."

"Thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Gerald." JJ nods. He turns back to Emily and reaches out his hands. "May I?"

Emily nods. "Sure. Of course." She hands Henry over. The little boy giggles, clapping his hands as Gerald speaks to him.

"Vi sono un bel ragazzo dolce. E si mette un sorriso sul volto della mia figlia che non ho mai visto in molti anni, se mai. Si vuole per nulla, il mio ragazzo. Il tuo nonno sarà certo."* He gives Henry a kiss on the cheek.

JJ had been watching that interaction. Henry had listened as if he understood every word. And since Emily speaks to him in Italian quite a bit maybe he did. JJ looks at Emily and sees tears on her cheeks. Emily takes a deep breath. JJ can see the compartment slamming shut.

"I should…call for pizza," Emily mutters and walks towards the kitchen. JJ follows her.

"Em?" Emily leans on the counter, refusing to turn around. JJ wraps her arms around her waist. "What did he say, honey?"

Emily takes a couple of steadying breaths. "He said, 'You are a handsome, sweet boy. And you put a smile on my daughter's face that I haven't seen in many years, if ever. You will want for nothing, my boy. Your Grandfather will make sure of that.'" Emily finally turns and around and faces JJ, seeing her father in the living room now playing peek-a-boo with Henry. Emily whispers. "Jen, I can't remember him ever holding me. And I know he never spoke to me like that. What the fuck is happening?"

JJ rubs Emily's arm. "Your father is trying to become your dad. Just roll with it for now, sweetheart."

Emily nods. JJ heads into the living room, leaving Emily to call for the pizza, mostly because she knows the profiler needs a moment alone.

*Translation per Babylon Italian Translator.