"He sat outside for almost four hours," the mother of two sighed, leaning back in her desk chair and brushing her hair from her eyes. "He wanted to surprise me because he had two days off and I didn't hear even one of his calls."

JJ sighed, lifting her pregnant body from her friend's desk and setting her feet to the floor. "He must really care for you," she chuckled.

"Of course he does. He loves me."

"More life adores you," the Italian man in the group scoffed disgustedly. "He waited outside your apartment for three hours without knowing if you were out or even on a case. It's like he fucking worships you."

Emily frowned at the older man's gag. "Thank you?"

Dave shook his head. "I'm just wondering how empty his life will be when, if it happens, you two break up. You seem to be his whole world."

The brunette woman's brows knit together, her shoulders shrugging. "There's always the possibility of a breakup, but he has his work and he has Alexis. E held out with the NYPD every once in a while."

"Didn't he get shot?"

Emily pursed her lips. "More than a couple of times, yes."

Morgan rolled his eyes at he conversation going on around him. The author from New York wasn't right for her and they all knew it.

Glancing over to the phone that was vibrating on her desk, Emily bit her lip.

"Is that Castle?"

"No," she laughed, ignoring the call. "My mother. She's been extremely clingy after I came back. It's different."

JJ nodded, knowing how the ambassador had been before Emily had been forced to go undercover.

Once everyone around the mother of two had quieted down, JJ leaned into her. "Hey, so how have you been sleeping?"

Emily held in her sigh, smiling at the younger woman. "I know Aaron asked you to keep an eye on me, especially in cases, but I'm ok."

The blond hardened her eyes on her friend. "You had three nightmares the other night. Three."

"That was a rare occurrence," the older woman shrugged off. "I'm fine, I promise you."

"How many times have you woken up since our last case?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "A couple of times," she admitted, standing from her desk chair. She knew she wouldn't get away with telling her friend she'd slept perfectly fine, so she decided to be honest. "Are we done?"

JJ's eyes filled. "I just want to make sure you're ok."

"I will be," she smiled, leaving her teammates behind as she walked up to her boss' office.

Sitting down on Morgan's desk, the pregnant blond opened up her newest file. "Your money is mine."

Emily knocked on Hotch's door, waiting to hear his voice before she let herself in. "Hey."

The older man looked up, smiling to the brunette who say herself in one of his visitor's chairs. "Hi."

"So Alisanne came down with the flu," the mother of two sighed, sitting back in her chair. "I know you were supposed to take them tonight but I think she should just stay at home."

Hotch's eyes narrowed on the younger woman across from him. "Wasn't she just sick?"

"She was," the ambassador's daughter nodded. "Her immune system sucks. I'm supposed to bring her in for a new vaccination tomorrow."

"What's the problem?" He could see something hiding in those big brown eyes.

Emily sighed. "I have a meeting with the director that I really can't miss."

Hotch quickly shook his head. "I can take her."

The brunette mother gave a shaky smile. "I knew you would want to. But Richard already offered."

Hotch's jaw clenched. "Well," he shrugged, pausing before looking back up to his ex, "we can go together."

"You'd want to go with him?"

"She's my daughter," the Unit Chief nodded firmly. "I'll go."