"What do you want for dinner?" JJ asked from the kitchen.

"You," Emily thought out loud. She realized what she had said and coughed over her words. "Um... I don't mind, whatever you've got." she corrected.

"I've got some steaks in the refrigerator, is that okay with you?" JJ asked, leaning her head through the kitchen door.

"Yes, that sounds great, would you like me to set the table?" Emily answered. JJ smiled, Emily could not be more perfect.

"Yes, please, Em, the cutlery is in the cabinet, if you need anything just ask." There was nothing Emily could think of, but she started her task of setting the table.

"Jennifer," Emily called about 15 minutes later, "I hate to interrupt you being all domestic goddess," She stressed the word goddess, to let JJ know just how perfect she was to the other woman, "but where's Henry?"

"Oh, yeah, it's about time I go and pick him up from his minder's. I guess I'll go now. Can you keep an eye on the food?" JJ replied, taking off the apron she had at some point acquired.

"No, you stay here, I can get Henry. His minder knows me, and if she won't hand him over I'll just flash my gun." Emily said jokingly,

"Em, you can't do that, that's perfectly illegal." JJ said, a hint of panic in her voice.

"Calm down, I was joking." Emily stated, pulling on her jacket over the sweater she was wearing, and bracing herself to go out into the storm. "I won't be long. Love you, bye." She said, running out of the building towards her car. "Oh CRAP!" She yelled, when she realized what she had just said. "Love you."she replayed in her head as she pulled out of the driveway and onto the road towards Henry's sitters. It wasn't really what she had said that caused her so much grief; she did love JJ, although their relationship was so fresh, she had no doubt that she was in love with Jennifer Jareau, impossibly so, it was how she said it. Sure JJ knew how Emily felt about her, she knew she was loved by the other woman, but Emily had wanted to save the I Love Yous for later in their relationship, when she could make it mean something, when she could plan something romantic for her girlfriend, she hadn't, in a million years, meant to blurt it out before even their first date! Emily Prentiss was, to put it shortly, mortified.

Before she knew it, Emily was outside Henry's sitter's, she rushed out of the car towards the door, getting drenched anyway, and knocked impatiently, a young girl, about 17, Sarah or something Emily thought, answered the door, she smiled, obviously Emily wasn't who she had been expecting.

"Can I help you, Ma'am?" The girl asked, tilting her head to the side, she clearly didn't remember Emily.

"Yes, I'm here to collect Henry." The girl nodded her head at Emily's statement and then frowned,

"You're not JJ." She said, rather idiotically.

"No, I'm not, I'm her girlfriend," "God, it felt good to say that!" She noted "Emily Prentiss, we've met before. Several times." She added. The girl didn't look convinced. Emily fumbled around in the pocket of her jacket, trying to find her badge, Sarah look scared and recoiled slightly behind the door, knowing what line of work JJ was in must've put her on edge slightly. Emily finally found what she was looking for and handed over her badge, "See? Emily Prentiss, FBI." She snapped impatiently, Sarah smiled, obviously remembering Emily.

"Ah, yes, I remember you now. Sorry for being so rude, it's just, with all the weirdos running around trying to snatch little kids, you can't be too careful. I'm sure you understand that, being an FBI Agent." Sarah reasoned, Emily nodded slightly.

"Yes, of course I understand." She acknowledged, "I'm sorry, but can I get Henry now? I'm in a bit of a rush to get him home," Emily said, feeling a bit silly asking permission to get her girlfriend's, she would never get used to the happiness that word caused her, son from a teenager. Sarah opened the door wider to let Emily in.

"Of course," She said, "come in."