Hiking her little brother onto her hip, Jenna Prentiss walked from the nurse's office and out to the elementary school's parking lot. "Try and go to sleep, ok?" she tried to clam him, feeling Matthew's arms tighten ferociously around her neck.

Right when she had gotten home, Emily had called the house and told her that Matthew had gotten sick and she needed to pick him up. Her mother was stuck at the shop all day, both employees that were supposed to be working had called in sick, and there was absolutely no way for her to leave and get Matthew with the shop's Friday afternoon crowd bustling in.

"I know Mattie, but it'll be fine." The sixteen year old buckled her groaning brother into his booster seat and smoothed down his hair. "Just try and get some sleep."

"Excuse me?"

Jenna turned at the new voice, her dark eyes widening at the familiar face that popped up. "Oh hi," she nodded. "Mitchell, right?"

"Yeah," the blue eyed boy smiled. "And you're Jenna. You're Emily's daughter."

"And you're Aaron's." Jenna flashed him a smile as she closed the car door. "Our parents are kind of dating."

Mitchell laughed at the notion, picturing both adults actually being together for more than a five minute span of time. "Well I definitely think that's what they want, but my dad's too chicken to ask her out."

The brown eyed girl nodded along. "And my mom is too passive to understand the signals she's getting from him." Watching as the other teenager looked back to the bus stop across the street, Jenna frowned. "Do you need a ride?"

"No, I'm good. I just missed my bus from school a half hour ago and I've been waiting for the town bus but it hasn't come yet."

"I can give you a ride," Jenna offered.

Mitchell turned back to the shop owner's daughter and shook his head. "You don't have to, it should be here soon."

The brunette rolled her eyes and rounded to the other side of the car. "Get in."

Smiling at the other teen's antics, Mitchell got into the passenger seat of the SUV and glanced into the back. "Hey bud, you feeling bad?"

"I got a tummy ache," he whined, his hands going to his stomach and looking pathetically to the older boy.

Jenna smiled into the rearview mirror as she pulled out onto the street. "He took extra pancakes to school today without my mom knowing and threw up just after lunch time."

"They were good though!"

"I bet they were," Jenna nodded, sharing a grin with the teen at her side. "Take a nap and you'll feel better."

Mitchell rested back against the passenger seat and watched the streets pass by as they continued driving. "Thanks for driving me, I appreciate it."

"Hey, anything I can do for my future brother."

The Hotchner boy's laugh echoed loudly through the car, not noticing Jenna smiling at him from the driver's side of the car. "You're probably right. I caught my dad on the phone with her the other night and it was three in the morning."

Jenna's jaw dropped. "I caught my mom on the phone too! She was in the kitchen eating the rest of Mattie's birthday cake."

"Mommy ate my cake?"

"Relax," the sixteen year old giggled as she turned the car onto her mother's shop's street. "It's not like you can have it. You're sick, remember?"

The seven year old pouted and slouched back into his booster seat.

Mitchell looked out the window when the car parked on the city street they had been driving on. "We're stopping at your mom's place?"

"Is that ok? She wanted to see Mattie before I brought him home so she knows how bad he is."

Walking into the ice cream shop, Mitchell waved to the woman who had been in his home only a week prior to drop off his little brother. "Hi Ms. Prentiss," he smiled, watching as she immediately hung up the shop's phone. "Nice to see you."

"Hi Mitchell," she beamed. "How are you?"

"I'm good."

Emily's tongue quickly swiped over her lip, taking the rag beside her and busying herself with cleaning the counter. "And how's your dad?"

"Oh trust me mom, I'm sure you know the answer yourself," Jenna smirked, handing her little brother off to their mom.

Ignoring her daughter's comment, Emily took her youngest into her arms. "Hi sweetie," she cooed, letting him snuggle into her neck and whimper. "Your tummy is hurting?"

"Yeah mommy!"

She kissed at his forehead, rubbing her hand gently down her son's back and holding him close to her chest. "Is it because you snuck out of the house with the extra pancakes this morning?" Knowing her son, and having this happen already twice before, Emily made him look up to her. "It is, isn't it?"

Matthew gave his mother the best pout he knew. "But they were so good!"

Emily tucked his face back into her neck and let him cry. "I know, and thank you for complimenting my cooking, but you know that eating too much makes you sick." Looking back up to the two teenagers on the other side of the counter, she smiled. "Thank you for getting him, baby."

"No problem. I'm just gonna drive Mitchell home then start my homework."

"Well," she interjected, looking hopefully to the Hotchner boy before her. "Why don't you both just stay here for a snack, and your dad can come pick you up?"

Jenna rolled her eyes. "Smooth, mom."