Emily smiled tersely at her mother as they sat down at the dining room table. They all had a plate of steak in front of them, except for Henry, Katie and Caterina, who had small pizzas, with green beans and potatoes on everybody's plates. Her mother was grimacing as she took a bite of the steak, causing Hotch to lay a hand on Emily's shoulder.

"Mother, is something wrong?"

Elizabeth immediately shook her head, setting down her fork and knife. She looked up to her daughter, a trying smirk on her face. "Who made the dinner?"

JJ looked up from wiping sauce from Henry's face, and raised her hand slightly. "I did."

Elizabeth looked from her daughter to the blond, and immediately threw a smile on her face. "Really? It's great."

Emily sighed as she set her napkin in her lap. "She made everything, but the steak, mother. That was me. I made it."

"Oh well darling, I thought you took lessons when we were in France from our chef. Clearly, you can make better than this." She looked to Hotch, who's hand was now rubbing Emily's back. "Tell me you cook most of the time. It would be a shame if she always did."

Hotch shook his head, looking to Emily who was rubbing her hand roughly across her forehead. "She cooks all the time, unless we order out. The last time I was in the kitchen I burnt the boiling water."

Tim smirked at his son-in-law before taking a bite of the kitchen. "Well, Em this is great. The last time you cooked for us was when you were fifteen and we were in Prague. And that was your goth and rebellion stage, so sadly the chicken was filled with paint and sneezing powder."

Emily smiled to herself at the memory before looking to her father. "I remember that. Mother's sister was not pleased."

The table shared a laugh, causing Cat to look over to her mother. "Mama?"

Emily looked over to her daughter, who was gingerly scratching her head of curls. "What is it baby?"

"Why did you say the devil was coming when it's just grandpa and grandma?"

Spencer and JJ shared a smirk as Emily's eyes widened.

Elizabeth looked to her daughter, a cynical grin crossing her features. "What's this about the devil coming to dinner, Emily?"

Emily immediately shook her head, picking up the bowl of creamed corn and shoving it towards her mother. "Nothing! Would you like some corn?"

Tim looked to his glaring wife, before taking the bowl from his daughter's hand. "Emily, relax. At least you don't live with her anymore, or you'd see that she-"

"TIMOTHY!"

Emily stared in shock as her father stood, grabbing her mother's arm and walking out of the room. She turned to her husband, who was staring at the door while holding Katie still in her seat. "What the hell just happened?"

Hotch shook his head before standing, walking with Emily out into the living room to see her parents arguing over by the fireplace.

"You have no right to speak to our daughter that way, Liz."

"Do you see what she's doing with her life, Tim?"

"Yes, Lizzie I do. She has a husband and kids. She's made a family and I'm damn well proud of her for that. I never thought she could do that because you put her down all the time. Ever wonder why she never comes to visit? Why she was so shy and insecure as a kid and teenager? Because of you, Elizabeth."

"She should be a politician!"

"No one should be a politician! It's the worst job in the world! I'm happy she's doing what she loves. Why can't you see that? Why can't you be happy for your daughter?"

Emily felt tears in her eyes as Hotch's grip tightened around her waist, her father turning towards her.

Tim saw his daughter's tears leak down from her eyes, and immediately walked over to her. "Sweetheart, are you ok?"

Emily let out a small smile as she nodded, kissing his cheek before making her way to her mother. "Tell me something. Is being in the FBI not a good job? Is saving lives on a daily basis not a good thing? Sure, we face death everyday, and it's very upsetting when we can't save someone in time, sure. But we make the world a safer place."

"Emily-"

Emily shook her head as she held up a hand. "Is not a good thing that I have children that love me? That I would do anything for because they're the reason I get up in the morning?"

Elizabeth shook her head as she stared at her daughter. "I just think you could have done more with your life."

"More? What could be worth more than having a family? Having an amazing job? A wonderful husband? People who love me? Being mentioned in the paper sixteen times for saving someone's life?" She looked quizzically around before immediately shaking her head. "Ok, one of the mentions in the paper for was getting caught making out with Aaron at one of your functions, but the other fifteen, dad has plastered around your house. Every time there was a new mention, he'd invite me over. Always when you weren't there, and he'd frame that part of the paper, making sure there was a picture included, before hanging somewhere in your home."

She walked over to her father before giving him another kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for believing in me, dad."

Both men and Elizabeth watched as Emily made her way upstairs, her sobs heard as she closed the bedroom door.