AN: Christmas break is finally here so maybe more updates, we'll see how it goes. So Merry Christmas or Merry whatever you might celebrate. If you don't celebrate any holidays then Merry life.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the quotes.

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If you think missing me is hard, you should try missing you.

-Melissa

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Emily sighed when Hotch finally called it a night. They'd been working on the case all day without much progress. At nine Hotch called it a day allowing them to return to the hotel. With so many people joining and leaving the FBI at the moment they weren't confident with the current budget plan so bunking up was inevitable. Being the only two females that traveled with the team JJ and Emily headed to their shared room.

"If it's okay with you Emily I'm going to take a shower first," JJ spoke setting her to-go bag on the second bed.

"That's fine," Emily replied tossing her own to-go bag on the first bed.

Plopping down on the bed along with her bag Emily took her gun and badge off following with her boots. Once she was sure JJ was in the shower Emily pulled out her phone and dialed her eldest daughters number. It's was past ten in Virginia, but Emily knew Mattea would still be up. The phone barely had time to ring before she heard the phone being picked up.

"Hey mom," Mattea spoke quickly.

Emily smiled at hearing Mattea on the phone. "How was school?"

"The girls had a good day at school," Mattea replied.

Emily knew Mattea was purposely leaving out her own day. "And what about yours?"

"Okay, I made a friend," Mattea lightly replied. "I think," She added as an after thought.

Emily could tell there was still something Mattea had left out. "Do you like your classes?"

"Yep," Mattea attempted lying.

Emily coughed.

Mattea gave in, "Okay I yelled at my French teacher in French, but she started it."

"Honey I know you don't like it, but you have to at least try," Emily told her.

"I will," Mattea promised. "By the way I have two eager little rugrats wanting to speak to you."

Emily was shocked to learn the little girls were still up. "Put them on speaker."

"Mommy!" Chloe exclaimed.

Emily's heart burst with love and sadness as her middle daughter eagerly chatted about her day. When Chloe's yawns became big and many Emily told her it was bed time. As Mattea catered to the six year old Emily had a quite moment speaking with the three year old that she assumed had took a nap before the call.

"How was your day sweetie?" Emily asked.

In her always timid tone Elise replied, "Fun?"

"I'm glad. Did you make any friends?"

Emily heard a sound that she assumed was Elise shaking her head forgetting Emily couldn't see her.

"You will darling," Emily told her.

Elise was quit for a few moments before softly asking, "Mommy read bed story?"

"Which story you want me to tell sweetie?" Emily asked hoping Elise would choose one of the stories Emily herself had made up.

"The one with the Prince," Elise replied with her own form of confidence.

Emily sadly smiled as she told the story of a Prince who protected his family from the wicked witch. Only if the girl's knew the story wasn't purely a work of fiction if so it probably wouldn't their favorite. It wasn't long before Mattea picked up the phone informing her Elise had fell asleep.

"I need to go but I'll try to call in the morning or tomorrow night," Emily said knowing JJ would be out of the shower any minute.

"Okay," Mattea got out in the middle of a yawn.

"I think it's time you also head to bed," Emily told her.

"I am," Mattea reassured Emily. "Night mom."

"Goodnight sweetie," Emily spoke hanging up.

Unaware to Emily JJ had heard the last bit between Mattea and Emily. "Showers open," JJ announced startling Emily.

Emily forced a smile as she stood up gathering her pajamas. JJ saw how Emily seemed sad after her phone call. "Hey the first case is always the hardest," JJ told her hoping to give her some comfort.

"I know," Emily whispered thinking back to her first Interpol case.

She had two less kids and still found the good in people. She was hoping the BAU would be a fresh start; no more undercover work, less fear, and Ian forgotten.

JJ pulled out her own phone and opened a puzzle app. Apps that required thought, but we're still relatively simple seemed to help her set her mind on something other than the work they did. Sometimes she would even play online scrabble if she wasn't too tired.

She had just completed a nonogram when she saw Emily's phone light up on the bedside table. Out of the corner of her eye she happened to catch a glimpse of a guy's picture with three girl standing around him. JJ knew that Emily had rejected Morgan's questions about a boyfriend, but she couldn't help wonder about it.

JJ mentioned the phone call when Emily exited the bathroom. "You got a call."

"Thank you," Emily replied picking up her phone and walking to the far side of the room.

Emily saw her mis call and redialed the number. "Miss me already?" She asked sarcastically as soon as she heard someone pick up.

"Well you are one hard agent to replace darling," Clyde's voice spoke through the phone.

Emily shook her head. "Drop the flattery and inform me of why you called?"

"Well I'm in the area so I thought I would drop by," Cylde replied.

Emily sighed. "I'm on a case," She paused and bit her lip. "And you are at my door aren't you?"

"Of course darling," Cylde said as Emily could just see him grinning.

Emily glanced over to JJ who was looking at her own phone. "Just be quiet," She whispered giving in.

"Well I wouldn't want to wake the neighborhood would I?" Clyde spoke with his usual air.

Emily rolled her eyes at his smart remark. "It's late and I'm working, so we can continue this conversation in the morning."

Once Emily finished her call JJ looked up. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just and old friend," Emily replied crawling into bed.

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When your past calls don't answer. It has nothing new to say.

-TheFreshQuotes

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