A/N – Thank you again for all your comments, they motivate me to write faster and mean a lot:) I'm making Henry 4 (which I think is his real age) and Jack 8. I think in reality Jack is more like 6 (maybe almost 7) but I wanted him a little older, so...thats that. Also, reminder, I know nothing about adoption laws, I'm not going to bother writing up any real legal stuff. Without further ado...

Emily was just as nervous the second time around. Calla had called her around 10am that Sunday morning to see if she wanted to spend the day together again. Emily could tell from her voice just how timid and nervous the young brunette was. She hadn't wanted to wake Emily, and she had been afraid that maybe she had been in church, or gone home – the girl had rambled on giving excuses before Emily finally cut her off. The relief in the girls voice was adorable.

"Sorry, I just didn't want to be too forward." Calla said.

"You're not, I'm here for you Calla, its kind of the whole point."

"Right." She answered with a little laugh.

There was a pause, and Emily decided to take charge of the conversation. "Well, I've only been to Boston a few times, I don't really know my way around. How about you take me wherever you want to go? Anything, money's no option."

Calla paused before answering, Emily could almost see her thinking. "I've got a few ideas..." She said shyly.

"Great, lay them on me."

"Well, we could go get lunch at this cool place a couple of my friends mentioned, its in Cambridge. And the other thing is a surprise."

"Oh really?" Emily laughed.

"Yeah."

"Sounds great. How about I get a cab and I'll be over there soon?"

"Okay! Do you remember the address?"

"Yup, I got it from Dianne yesterday."

"Okay, see you soon." Emily hung up and quickly gathered her things. She had brought a scrapbook that Garcia had made her for her last birthday to show Calla. The people that mattered most to her were her team, she might as well let Calla know about them if she was going to understand her life. Emily had also added a few photos in the spaces Garcia had left blank. A photograph of a sonogram Emily had gotten when she was around six months pregnant, and the one photo Emily had of herself holding Calla before they took her away. The nurse had been adamant about it despite Emily's mother's protests.

"It is important for the mothers to see the children, hold them, say goodbye." She had said getting right up in Elizabeth Prentiss' face.

"She is not keeping this child. She is a child, not a mother."

"Ma'am, she is a mother, wether she is going to raise this child or not, she has a right to meet her." And with that, she nurse had shoved past Mrs. Prentiss, picked up the baby girl and handed her gently to Emily. She had never been more grateful to anyone in her life. As terrified and as horrible that day had been, Emily wanted to see her baby. She desperately wanted to hold her, and she was terrified they wouldn't let her. Completely ignoring her mother, the nurse cooed to the baby softly, showed Emily how to cradle her, and said that she looked just like her. "She's a fighter this one." The woman said with a smile.

"Is is bad that she cried so much?" Emily asked worriedly.

"Not at all. Let's us know she's got some life in her. This one will be a force to be reckoned with, mark my words."

"She's so quiet now though."

"That's cause she knows her mama."

Emily smiled proudly, then caught her mother's disapproving eye. Casting her eyes downward in shame she reluctantly held the baby towards the nurse. "I'm not her mom."

The nurse glared at Elizabeth, then turned gently back to Emily. "You are. You always will be, that's not something to be ashamed of sweetie. Look what you did! You made this little girl, you brought her to life, and now you are giving her two wonderful parents who will take care of her. That's something to be proud off. You just created a family."

"Yeah?" Emily whispered.

"Yes." The nurse bent down and kissed Emily's forehead gently. "And she will never forget you. Babies know, look how calm she is, you did that. Subconsciously, they always know, they remember, you kept her safe for nine months, that is something to be proud of." Emily grinned and kissed the baby's forehead.

"Alright, that's enough, take her away." Elizabeth said with finality as she came over to them. Nodding, the nurse bent down and picked up a polaroid camera. She quickly snapped a photograph – much to Elizabeth's annoyance – and then gently picked up the baby. The baby instantly began to scream and cry as she was taken out of her mother's arms. The nurse gave Emily one last reassuring smile and handed her the photo. Glaring at Elizabeth, she carried the now crying baby out of the room. Emily sucked her tears back in and clutched the photo out of her mother's reach. "Get some sleep." Her mother had said as she exited the room, leaving Emily feeling very much alone.

Emily hailed a cab and gave him the address, she nervously played with the corners of the photo album as the ride dragged on. Finally, they pulled into Calla's driveway and Emily's heart leapt a little when she saw the teenager sitting on the front steps waiting for her. Calla jumped up at the sight of the cab, turned around to the house, called out that she was leaving and bounded down towards Emily. As soon as she reached the doors, her excited energy shifted and she shyly climbed in.

"Hi." She said, not looking Emily in the eye.

"Hello." Emily replied beaming. The two just sat there quietly for a moment or so until the cab driver asked where they were going. Calla fired off an address and he pulled out of the driveway. The brunettes were both quiet, they began the same dance as the day before; each glancing at the other every few seconds, smiling shyly, then looking away again. It seemed all of the nervous tension from yesterday had come back and they would need to relearn each other all over again. As they pulled up to the restaurant, Emily paid the cab driver and climbed out. The street was busy, apparently everyone chose to have an early Sunday lunch today and instinctively, Emily reached out and placed her hand on the small of Calla's back. She guided her into the restaurant gently. Calla was shocked, but didn't say anything. When they stepped inside, she moved out of Emily's hold, pretending to look out the window. Emily picked up on it, but didn't let it show. "Hi, we would like a table for two please?" She asked the hostess. Mother and daughter followed the hostess to their seats and glanced over the menus. Calla chose to get chili and pita bread, and after some deliberation, Emily decided to get the same. "Have you eaten here before?" Emily asked as she shed her coat. She had thought to grab a hat and gloves this morning, and was happy to see Calla had a warmer coat with her.

"No, but my friend Gina has."

They sat quietly and waited for their food to arrive. Emily wanted to bring out the photo album as an ice breaker, but there wasn't really much room on the table. "When is your recital?"

"Saturday."

"Oh wow. Do you think you're ready?"

Calla nodded as she sipped her hot chocolate. "Yeah, we've been working on it for months."

"I saw some of it. The opening number I think, and a couple of the other bigger dances. They seemed well rehearsed, and that was almost two weeks ago."

"Yeah, we always focus on the bigger dances earlier on, they're harder to get people together and stuff. We've had those down for a while. We've been doing solos, duets and trios. Smaller groups."

"Are you in a lot of those?" Calla nodded as the waitress came with their food. Smiling in thanks Emily asked for some more coffee. Her concussion hadn't been been bothering her too badly, and she was sick of limiting her caffeine. Both of them dug in; the warm chili was delicious and perfect for the cold day, and the pita bread they dipped it in was grilled to perfection. Both spent more time eating than talking for the next ten minutes or so. "What style of dance is your favorite?" Emily asked as they were nearing the end of their meal.

Calla thought about it for a second. "It changes actually. But probably jazz or contemporary. I really like tap, but its hard and I'm not that great at it."

"From what I've seen, I beg to differ." Emily said with a smile.

Calla beamed and sheepishly looked down at her plate. "No really, if you see someone who is amazing at tap, you wouldn't say that."

"No, I probably still would."

"Well, thank you. But you're wrong."

They paid for their meal and headed outside. Bundling up, Emily frowned a little that Calla had gloves, but no hat. Without really thinking about it, she took hers and placed it on Calla's head rather than her own and turned to hail a taxi. Calla frowned behind Emily's back, but left the hat on and followed her into the cab.

"So, where to now?" Emily asked. "You had a surprise right?" Calla nodded and leaned forward to whisper directions to the cab driver. Curiously, Emily waited. "Do I get a hint?" She teased as Calla leaned back and buckled her seat belt.

Calla grinned mischievously. "It has to do with stuff we talked about today." Emily furrowed her brows and tried to come up with something. Much to her delight, Calla broke out into laughter at Emily's face. "I'm not saying another word." As much as Emily was curious, she was happy to let Calla have this one. The look on the young girl's face was priceless.

Emily smiled once she realized the destination Calla had in mind. Paying the driver and climbing out, she followed her daughter inside. "Is this open?" She asked tentatively as they entered the quiet lobby.

"Nope."

"Calla!"

"Its okay, my friend works here, he knows were coming. That's why its unlocked."

"And who is this friend?"

"Tommy, he went to my high school, he's an assistant dance teacher now. He's really nice."

"And just how old is this Tommy?"

"He's got a boyfriend." Calla said with a smirk as she twirled away from Emily. Internally groaning she followed.

"Wow." Emily stated as the entered the massive theater. "This is..."

"Amazing." Calla finished for her.

"Yeah."

"Some of the most famous dancers in the world have been up there. My friend, the one I told you about, Gina, she got to see a real ballet here. She said it was amazing."

"Wait, a real ballet? Haven't you seen one?"

Embarrassed, Calla shook her head as she turned away from Emily. "No. Ballet tickets are expensive. Foster parents aren't usually gonna fork over cash for stuff like that." Emily frowned as she followed Calla down the aisle. She made a mental note to get this kid to see a ballet very soon. They both seemed to stop at the same point, and they took seats in the center, near the front of the stage. "Tommy lets me come in here sometimes. Besides the park, its my favorite place. I like it when its empty like this. You can imagine all the plays, dances and musicals that were here."

"Its peaceful." Emily agreed with her. They sat looking up at the empty stage for a few moments before Emily reached into her bag and pulled out the photo album. "I brought this. I mentioned my team yesterday, they mean a lot to me – they're kind of like my family – so I wanted you to know who they were." Emily opened it up and set it in between the both of them. Calla looked on curiously. She had actually been really interested in what Emily did for a living and the people she worked with. "This is JJ, she was our communications liaison for years, then she went to the state department and she's back as a profiler. She has a four year old son Henry and she's probably my best friend. The other blonde is Penelope Garcia, she is our technical analyst, the bald guy with his arms around her is Derek Morgan; he is basically my partner. These two older guys are Dave Rossi and Aaron Hotchner, Hotch is our team leader, he has an eight year old son, Jack. And this skinny, nerdy guy is Dr. Spencer Reid, he's a genius."

"Like an actual genius?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"I spend almost all of my time with them. Our jobs are pretty demanding."

"Are any of them married?"

"Hotch...was his wife Haley...died." Emily wasn't sure she was ready to tell a fifteen year old about her boss's wife's murder. "Rossi has been married three times I believe." Calla laughed along with Emily. "And JJ and Will aren't married, but they live together and might as well be. They just never formalized it."

"And they're the only other ones with kids?" Emily nodded. Calla glanced through the album quietly. There were pictures from Halloween a few years before, Reid dressed up and Garcia stuffing candy into his face, laughing. Some photos of the team at Christmas the year before, back when JJ had still been there; snapshots of the girls nights out with Garcia and JJ, Morgan trying to teach Reid to play basketball – without any luck, and a couple taken at Henry's second birthday party. The few taken at one of the fancier hotels they stayed at were Emily's favorites. The group had jumped into the pool with their clothes on after finishing a particularly horrible case. All but Hotch and Rossi were soaking wet and grinning from ear to ear. The next photo was after Morgan and Garcia had snuck behind the two men and pushed them in, suits and all. Calla had passed through most of the ones of the team and was on to a few of the ones Emily had kept of her friends in college; some of her childhood friends in Russia, and France, and the photographs of her with Matthew and John.

"That's John." Emily pointed out. It was her favorite photograph of the three of them; all holding their hands into the air in front of a graffitied building. It was back when the three of them had been just friends, before she and John started dating, before her life changed.

"You said you talked to him recently." Emily mashed her lips together, she had been dreading this. She nodded her head. "Well, is he...am I gonna meet him too?"

Emily sighed and turned her body to face Calla, she wasn't about to lie, she could tell that Calla would know the difference. She had a feeling that trust didn't come easily to the brunette teenager, if she was anything like Emily that was for sure. "No." She said as gently as she could. "He...I asked him and he doesn't want to be a father. He has a lot of problems, he wanted me to tell you...he wanted me to tell you that you were in good hands and that he didn't regret it."

"By it you mean me?"

"Yeah." Emily placed her hand on Calla's arm tentatively. "I'm sorry. He might change his mind, but he's not ready to meet you now."

"That's okay." Calla whispered. She shrugged away from Emily's touch a little and continued flipping through pages. She stopped when she reached the page that held the sonogram and the photo with Emily holding a baby Calla. "Is this me?" She whispered.

"Yeah." Emily said. Her eyes were welling up with tears and this time, she didn't try very hard to hold them back. "Thats us." Calla looked up at Emily and smiled. Emily told her an abbreviated version of how the photo was taken – she didn't want to speak about her mother very much – and by the end of it, both of them were actively crying.

"Did you mean it?" Calla asked after they had sat there a few moments.

"Mean what?"

"When you said I could live with you?"

"Yes." Emily reached out and took Calla's hand with hers. "Calla, I want that more than anything. I know it won't be easy, and it might be a little weird at first, but I want to get to know you. If that's something you want."

Emily waited and watched as Calla flipped through the album again, she didn't release her hand. After what felt like forever Calla glanced back up at Emily. "When can I move in?"

"Really?" Emily couldn't help but be shocked. "You want to? I...I don't want to rush you into something you're not ready for, but..."

"I hate my foster family. I don't really like Boston that much, the only friends I have are in dance, and there not that great. I like you. I want to get to know you too. Its kind of all I've wanted since I knew I was adopted. I do have my recital on Saturday though."

Emily moved in and gave her a tentative hug which Calla reciprocated. It was awkward, but it also felt right to both of them. Releasing each other, they both gave nervous laughs. "Let's get out of here." Emily said. Calla agreed and they went outside to hail another cab. Both of them were quiet for the duration of the ride, but it wasn't about awkwardness anymore, not really. Emily dropped Calla off at her foster home, promising to call her the second she got done speaking with Dianne. Emily called her immediately as the cab pulled out of Calla's driveway. They spoke over what to do next, legal issues, etc. Surprisingly, most of the work was already done, it was a matter of signing a few forms, getting Calla transferred, mostly paperwork. It would only be a temporary thing, there would be home visits and Emily would only be her temporary guardian, basically her foster parent, but there was a strong possibility that if all went well in the next few months, Emily could file for adoption if she wanted. Emily was thrilled. She called Calla and let her know most of the plans, Dianna spoke to Calla's foster parents, and within the next few days, Emily filed paperwork, flew home to get her apartment ready, speak to Hotch and set everything up for Calla's arrival. By Friday, everything was mostly set to go, Emily and the team had been invited to Calla's recital and - surprisingly - they still hadn't received a case. Deciding to take the opportunity as it came, and wanting to support Emily, all of them accepted and the whole team flew to Boston.