Hotch watched as his son came running towards him. He smiled and picked him up, before setting him on the counter. "Ok buddy, so is it time for pancakes, or do you wanna watch cartoons first?"

"Pancakes!"

Hotch smiled and nodded. "Ok, wanna help me make them?"

Jack nodded vigorously, causing Hotch to laugh. "Alright, well go and wash your hands, then we'll get started. Alright?"

"Awight!"

Jack ran down the hallway and Hotch took a bowl down from a cabinet. He set it on the counter, just as the phone rang. He ran to the living room and picked it up, before going back to the kitchen. "Hello?"

"Hotch, it's JJ."

"Hey JJ. Aren't you and Will driving Henry somewhere today?"

"Well we were going to, but then we bumped into Emily."

Hotch looked up from the counter, his smile lost. "Emily? Our Emily?"

"Yeah."

"Why was she on your side of town?"

"I have no clue. I asked her and she said she was on her way to her mother's, but then she talked to Billy on the phone and said she was getting a pizza then running home."

"Billy? Emily's boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

Hotch smacked his hand against the counter before wiping it down his face. "I never liked him."

"Uh, Hotch… What does that have to do with anything?"

"Um, nothing. Was anything else wrong with her?"

"She had a bruise on her wrist and backed away when I touched it. She was also limping on the way back to her car. Hotch, something is wrong with her and I'm worried."

"Don't worry JJ, I'll talk to her. Ok?"

"Sure. Thanks Hotch."

They disconnected the call just as Jack came running back into the room. He jumped up and down by his father's side, making Hotch smile. "Hey buddy, I have an idea."

Twenty minutes later, they were getting out of the car and walking into the entrance of Emily's apartment building. Hotch and Jack made their way to Emily's door. Hotch balanced the pancakes in one hand as he knocked on her door with the other. There were some sounds on the other side of the door that he couldn't quite make out, but the door soon swung open, causing a breeze to flow by him.

"Hotch, why are you here?"

He smiled gently at his younger agent and held out the pancakes. He saw her smile at him and take the pancakes. "Why the pancakes?"

"Well we thought you'd like them."

"We?"

Jack popped out behind his father and jumped onto Emily's legs. Her surprised face turned into a faint smile as she ruffled the boy's hair. "Hey Jack."

"Hi Emmy!"

She looked up at Hotch and gave a grimace. "You both really shouldn't be here right now. Especially Jack."

Hotch tilted his head as he looked at her and gave a small scowl as he looked into the apartment. "Why shouldn't we be here, Em?"

She gave him a look with sad eyes before a hand dropped onto her shoulder. She whipped her head around and let out a breath when Billy's face appeared. "Emily, who's this?"

"Um, Billy you know Hotch. This is his son, Jack."

Billy nodded as he bent down and smiled at Jack. "Hi Jack. It's nice to meet you, buddy."

Jack, who was hiding behind Emily's leg, quietly poked his head out before gently waving at Billy. "Hi Mister Billy."

Billy smiled before standing back up and wrapping his arms around Emily's waist. "So, you brought pancakes. How sweet of a supervisor."

Hotch watched Emily's face tense as she still held Jack against her leg. Hotch nodded. "Well, a co-worker called and said Emily would like some TLC from a friend about now."

"What for?"

"They didn't say."

Emily looked up at the ceiling before looking back at Hotch. "Well, thanks for the pancakes Hotch. It was really sweet of you."

Hotch nodded and tried to reach for Jack's hand, but he stayed attached to Emily's leg. "I wanna stay with Emmy, daddy! Please, I'll be good I pwomise!"

Hotch looked at Emily who was already shaking her head with sad eyes, but Billy's told another story. Billy grabbed Jack's hand, only to receive a smile from the young boy. "Go make yourself at home, kiddo."

Jack smiled and ran into the living room, while Billy took the pancakes from Emily's hand and looked at Hotch. "Well, thanks for coming over. We'll take good care of him and Emily will call when you can pick him up. Sound good?"

Hotch nodded slowly before looking at Emily. "Sure. That's ok."

Emily gave a small, sympathetic smile as she shut the door. Hotch stood there for a moment before walking down the steps of the building and back out to his car.