AN: Thank you for the reviews. I've really enjoyed reading everyone's thoughts and predictions. This chapter doesn't really answer many questions. It might even give you some more; like just how did Clyde break his wrist?

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"I feel bad for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day."

~ Frank Sinatra

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Emily woke up with a pounding head ache, and she groaned as light filtered in from the door. "Pain killer and water is on your bedside table," Clyde spoke from his spot by the door.

"Thanks," Emily replied grabbing for them with her eyes shut to block out the light.

With water and painkillers in her system she seemed slightly ready to function. "What time is it?"

"6:00," Clyde replied. "Mattea is fixing breakfast if you want any."

"What time did I get home last night?" Emily asked.

"About 1:00 something," Clyde answered moving to take the empty water glass.

"Sorry for calling you out so late," Emily apologized as she sat up against the head board.

Clyde chuckled. "I didn't bring you home darling. Agent Rossi, I think that was his name, brought you home."

Emily gulped. "How drunk was I?"

"Well you managed to wake everyone up but Chloe, and then you face planted the hall table," Clyde told her.

With that Emily stood up and walked to the bathroom. She was not surprised to find a bruise and small cut on her forehead. "I'm gonna take a shower before taking the girls to school," Emily called from the bathroom after accessing the damage.

"Okay," Clyde replied before walking out of the bedroom to give her privacy

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The little girls were excited to be dropped off by their mother, and Emily was happy to meet their teachers. Mattea on the other hand was not looking forward to having her mother drop her off. They were about five minutes away when Mattea finally spoke, "Is it a good time to mention Dr. Blake wants to speak to you?"

"And Dr. Blake is?" Emily asked.

Mattea avoided looking at her mom. "The French teacher I yelled at."

"And when does she went to speak to me?" Emily was hoping it wasn't this morning cause she looked like a wreck. She hadn't bothered much with covering up the bruise other than throwing her hair over it.

"This morning I guess. She said she wanted to speak to my mom and I said you were working. She asked to speak to you when you're not working," Mattea explained. "On another note I made a friend."

"That's good sweetie. I just wish you told me about this before leaving the house."

"I'm sorry," Mattea whispered.

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Emily knocked on the door Mattea had led her to. "Come in," A voice called from inside.

"I heard you wanted to speak to me," Emily spoke walking in.

Alex Blake turned around to find the brunette standing near the door with Mattea hiding behind her. "You must be Ms. Prentiss?"

Emily stepped forward and shook Alex's hand. "Yes I am."

"Have a seat," Alex instructed, "you too Mattea."

"Mattea told me what happened and I think she owes you an apology," Emily said before Alex could say anything further.

"You're right, but so is Mattea."

"I am?" Mattea asked surprised.

Alex nodded. "You have clearly shown your ability, so I have a suggestion."

"Does it involve puzzles?" Mattea asked.

Alex shook her head. "Sadly, no. I'm offering to allow you study another language if you like."

Mattea turned to Emily with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I should learn Russian so I can finally be better than you in a language."

Alex turned her attention to Emily, "You speak Russian?"

"Badly, but yes," Emily replied.

"Do you speak any other languages?" Alex inquired with a new found interest.

"Just the basics," Emily told her, "Italian, French, Spanish, Arabic, Greek, and a very broken Russian."

Alex was genuinely impressed. "And you speak three of those Mattea?"

Mattea nodded. "Yes ma'am, but I prefer English and Italian. I'm thinking German would be good to add to my list."

"First thing you'll need to do is take the final French exam just for records that you passed French. After that's finished and graded I'll give you weekly assignments for German," Alex explained.

Mattea smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, and you can go now."

Mattea stood up and told her mom bye before leaving. Alex spoke to Emily next, "It was nice meeting you Ms. Prentiss"

"It was nice meeting you too Dr. Blake," Emily said standing up.

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When Emily returned home she put her work clothes on and did more to cover up the bruise. "I give up!" She yelled in frustration.

Clyde heard her yell and yelled back in reply, "I haven't seen you that drunk since the Crewman Case!"

Emily stepped out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips. "You still don't remember that night or how you broke your wrist."

"I don't think any of us remember that night; except maybe the cab driver who was took all of us home," Clyde told her from his spot on the couch.

"Poor fellow," Emily stated feeling sorry for who ever had to deal with them that night.

Clyde got up to refill his drink. "How are you going to explain your 'battle wound'?"

"Fight with my cat?" Emily suggested.

Clyde laughed. "You don't have a cat."

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"Jeez Princess should I be asking what the other guy looks like?" Morgan joked when Emily walked into the bullpen.

Emily through her bag in her chair. "I tripped and hit my table."

"Studies show that of patients in the ER 10-18% are alcohol related," Reid rambled.

"How do you know I didn't trip this morning?" Emily asked.

"That's a possibility, but your chances of injury would have been higher-"

Morgan cut Reid off. "We got it Pretty Boy. Prentiss is just mad she didn't remember it till she looked in the mirror."

"Don't you have work Agent Morgan," Emily asked turning to do her own.

Morgan just smiled.

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❝Language is the road map of a culture. It tells you where its people come from and where they are going.❞
‒Rita Mae Brown