A/N: Short little one shot set in 13x01 with established Derek/Emily

"Emily!" Derek breathed a sigh of relief seeing his wife step off the elevator. He watched as she exhaled heavily at the sight of him and immediately stepped towards her, arms open. Emily practically collapsed against his chest, her arms wrapping tightly around him as the tension slowly drained from her body. "Are you ok?" He asked, dropping a kiss into her hair.

"I'm ok." Emily whispered, nodding against his chest.

Derek didn't quite believe her, raising his eyes to look at JJ who was standing nearby watching the couple.

"She has a concussion and a few superficial scrapes from the accident but other than that she's ok," JJ informed before quietly adding physically.

Derek nodded and silently thanked the blonde before returning his focus to Emily. "Ready to go home?"

"Almost. There's just one call I need to make first." Derek didn't have to ask to know she would be calling Hotch and he couldn't blame her for wanting to let their former boss know it was over, even if all Derek wanted to do was take his wife home.

Derek accompanied Emily to her office where she phoned Hotch on a disposable number he'd passed along to her and Rossi when he and Jack had gone into WITSEC. She left a voicemail, a code phrase signaling things were safe. Now all she and the team could do was wait for Hotch to reach out to them.

Gathering her things, Emily allowed Derek to take her home without a fight after encouraging the team to go home as well. All she wanted was to hug her babies and rest safely in the arms of her husband.

Walking through the door of their home, Emily was unsurprised to see Fran rise from the couch. The older woman immediately approached her daughter-in-law, gently running her hand across Emily's already bruising cheekbone. With tears in her eyes, Fran pulled Emily into a fierce but warm hug.

"I'm so glad you're home," Fran whispered. It was telling, the words she chose to speak. Not I'm so glad you're ok, because she knew from motherly instinct that Emily wasn't fully ok yet, but she would be with time. "Go see those beautiful babies of yours," Fran said as she pulled away, nodding her head towards the stairs. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

"Thank you," Emily replied, already making her way up to their children's rooms. She came to Peyton's first, their four-year-old's untamed curls peeking out from the covers. Emily kneeled beside the bed, easing back the sheets enough to see her daughter's face and soaking up the peacefulness of her sleeping form. With a peck to Peyton's forehead, Emily rose from the floor and moved to their son's room. Zachary was sprawled out in his crib, limbs spread out so he resembled a starfish, blanket kicked to the side. He had been their little surprise, Derek and Emily both sure they wouldn't be able to conceive again after the difficulty they had with Peyton. Zachary had been the complete opposite of his big sister from day one, so calm and easy-going. Emily kissed her fingertips and pressed them to his head, whispering words of love and sweet dreams before exiting the room.

Derek was waiting for her in the doorway, unwilling to let her out of his sight after the worry of the last 24-hours. Emily gladly took his hand and followed him to their bedroom, the pair quickly changing into pajamas before crawling into bed. Derek held his wife close, pressing kisses to her hair and running his hand up and down her back until he felt her breathing even out. There was a time when Emily Prentiss would've done everything she could to stay awake after an ordeal such as the one she'd just been through, knowing sleep would only bring her more terror, but next to her former partner and now husband, she knew she could rest safe from the demons in her mind.