Emily sighed as she tried to fix one of her runaway hairs. "Jay, could you help me with this?"

JJ quickly stepped out of Emily's master bathroom as she fixed the diamond earring dangling under her golden hair. She smirked as Emily continued to comb through her curls. "With what? Your hair that you can't stop playing with, or your dress?"

Emily quickly spun around, her hands immediately landing on her hips as she glared at the woman in front of her. "What's wrong with my dress?"

"Em, the entire back is open."

Her eyes widened as she turned back to the mirror on her closet door. "Damn it! I forgot to zip it up."

JJ giggled as she walked up behind Emily, taking the zipper and bringing it up to it's end point. "What would you do without me?"

Emily smiled as JJ laid a kiss on her exposed neck. "Probably walk around with two different colored heels, a mini skirt, my hair up in a messy ponytail and my Yale sweatshirt." She watched as JJ's eyes widened in the mirror, and chuckled as she turned, laying a kiss on JJ's brow. "You're so cute when you're befuddled."

JJ smiled as she shook her head. "I must say, dark purple looks good on you, Em."

Emily nodded, stepping back near her bed and twirling. "You think?"

"Totally. Very sexy."

Emily smiled before slipping on her heels. "Well, the baby blue top looks great, along with your skirt."

JJ looked down at her wardrobe before smirking back up at a taller Emily. "It's just a white skirt, Em."

"Just take the damn compliment!"

JJ smiled at Emily's exasperated face and nodded, giving Emily a peck on her lips. "Ok, but only if you take this compliment." She watched as Emily slowly nodded with her eyes narrowed. She slid her arms around the older woman's waist and laid a small kiss to her exposed chest. "You look hot tonight."

Emily chuckled before reluctantly moving from JJ's embrace. "Well thank you very much."

They both made their way down into the living room, seeing the rest of the family surrounding the couch.

Emily stood in front of all of them while JJ went to stand next to her husband. "Ok, so tonight is very important because, as we all know, the devil and her husband are coming for dinner."

"Emily what did we say about calling your mother that?"

Emily smirked at the narrowed gaze her husband gave her. "She's my mother and I no longer live under her roof, or roofs, and I'm allowed to call her what I want."

Jack smiled up at his mother, itching his leg that was covered by the suit his father bought him. "Does that mean when I leave the house and go to college or whatever, I can call you a-"

"You are never allowed to call me what you were just about to."

"But you said-"

"That's for my mother and I, not you and I."

"But why?"

"Because I said so, Jack."

Jack scratched his head before sulking into his place. "Girls are confusing."

Hotch nodded as JJ made her way between him and Spencer. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

Emily smirked at the two of them before hearing the bell ring, which made a feared look jump upon her face. "Oh God, she's here."

Spencer made his way to her, planting a comforting kiss to her cheek before shoving her towards the door.

"Hey!"

"Well we don't wanna get it!"

Emily huffed as she made her way to the door before pulling it open, only to be greeted by the forced smile of her mother and the warm, loving grin of her dad. "Daddy!"

Timothy Prentiss laughed as his daughter jumped into his arms. He kissed her head before setting her down, seeing a smile grace her face. "How are you, pumpkin?"

"I'm good." She turned to her mother, allowing a small smile to grace her features. "Hello mother."

Elizabeth Prentiss nodded her head before passing her daughter, walking into the house. "Well, you've got the whole motley crue don't you?"

Emily felt a bit of anger itch at her chest before she closed the door behind her father. "Mother, these are the kids and Spencer and Jennifer. They're Henry's parents."

Elizabeth nodded as she took off her coat, throwing it into Hotch's arms. "Good to see you again, Agent Hotchner."

Emily bit her lip as her father laid a hand on her shoulder. "We've been married for more than five years, mother. The polite thing to do would be to call him Aaron. Even Hotch would do." She watched as her mother turned around, giving her a cynical smile.

"Might be the polite thing, but not the most political."

Emily watched as her mother made her way to the living room, sitting down on the couch, her back straight as she stared at the fireplace. "Will someone bring me a drink?"

Hotch nodded immediately, throwing his mother-in-law's jacket into the coat closet. He ran over to JJ before pleading into her ear. "Get her a drink! Get her a drink!"