No internet+no Fanfics for two weeks=TORTURE! Guess what…The library is down the road from my job has fanfiction blocked due to the "sexual content"! pathetic. Anyways, I was stunned with how many reviews I got. I think that's the most I've gotten on one chapter. Thanks you all, I'm amazed. I'm not exactly sure where this one is going. But I do know that some (or most) or you are gonna hate me by the end of the story. Haha. Anyways, This chapter goes out to Greengirl, since she came up with the new name. I'm pretending that Cars came out this year b/c I don't watch much TV and don't know what's coming out.

Once again, you want a disclaimer; press the nice lil prev button. But I will say that Cici's pizza isn't mine.

Jack was a very excited little boy today. He was going to send the day with Emily. Sure, his dad would be there, too, but he was more excited to see Emily. The five-year-old had his day all planned out. First, they'd go to the park, then they'd go pizza, then they'd see a movie, then they'd come home and he'd show Emily all of his trucks. He planed for Emily to stay until bedtime. Hotch found himself amused and nervous with his son's plan.

He was about to spend the day with Emily. There was a big difference between spending time with her on the job and spending time with her off the job. Atleast on the job, he could act professional. Now, he was in new territory. Maybe if he focused more on Jack, he wouldn't have to worry about Emily. He could not date his agent.

He was in the kitchen, putting a few of Jack's juice boxes in and a few snacks in a cooler. That should hold him over until they went for pizza.

It was one o'clock and Emily was leaving her apartment with butterflies in her stomach. She was spending the night with Hotch and Jack. She didn't feel nearly as nervous when she went on last Saturday. Well, then again, last Saturday she wasn't debating on whether to make her feelings known to him or not. Well, if I chicken out, focus on Jack. She didn't know whether to bring anything or not, so she grabbed three cokes from her fridge. She didn't know whether Hotch allowed Jack to drink soda or not, but that's all she had.

Jack heard a knock at the door and raced for the door. Hotch raced after him. "Jack, ask who it is, first!" he called after him.

Jack stoped in front of the door. "Who is it?" he asked.

"It's Emily." He heard the person on the other side say.

"Emly!" he yelled, excitedly and opened the door. "Hi, Emly! Daddy, Emly's here, let's go to the park, now!"

Hotch grabbed the cooler and joined them. "Hi, Emily." He greeted.

Emily smiled. "Hi." She greeted. He's got a handsome smile. And now I'm acting like a teenager again.

As they got out of the car when they got to the park, Jack grabbed Emily's hand and dragged her towards the swings. "Push me, Emly!"

"How do you ask, Jack?" Hotch reminded.

"Pleeeeeeeeeease?" he asked.

Emily giggled. "Sure, Jack."

Jack started jumping up and down. "Yay!" Then he got on the swing. Emily gently pushed him. "Higher, higher!"

Emily pushed him a little harder. She was worried about pushing him too high, she didn't want him to fall. "He won't fall, will he?" she asked.

Hotch nodded. "No, he won't fall. He usually goes much higher." Suddenly, Jack jumped off the swing and landed directly on his feet. "That, however, he knows he's not supposed to do." He muttered as he walked over to Jack. "Jack, didn't both Aunt Jess and I tell you not to do that?"

The boy nodded. "Yes." He answered.

"And why are you not supposed to jump from the swing?" Hotch asked.

"Cause I can get hurt." Jack answered.

"Do it again and we're going home." Hotch scolded.

Jack nodded, then grabbed Emily's hand again and led her to the monkey bars. "Watch me!"

"Do you need help?" she asked.

"No, I can do it myself." He answered, independently, as he climbed up onto the bars. He climbed three bars, then fell and Emily caught him. "Awe man, I did it last time." He said.

Emily smiled. "It's okay, Buddy, let's work on it." She said, helping him back up.

Hotch watch from a bench as Emily and Jack played on the monkey bars. It was an adorable sight. Jack kept falling, but Emily never kept her arms far away, so she caught him everytime. Jack was a determined little boy, so he wasn't leaving those monkey bars until he accomplished his goal. After about ten minutes of falling, Jack finally made it across the monkey bars. He hopped off and jumped into Emily's arms. After she put him down, they pair headed over to Hotch. They were both thirsty. Jack raced to his dad. "Daddy, did you see that?" he asked, happily.

Hotch nodded. "I saw, Buddy, great job." He said, handing Jack grape juice.

Jack turned to Emily. "Emly, want juice?" he asked.

"Sure." She answered.

"Apple, orge, or grape?"

"Orange, please." Jack handed her an orange juice. "Thank you, Jack."

They spent another hour at the park. Jack made sure to drag Emily to every part. Now, they were at Cici's Pizza, Jack's favorite restaurant. Instead of his dad helping him get food, Jack wanted Emily to help him. Jack sat in between Emily and his dad at their table. They spent their time there talking about school and shows Jack liked. They weren't prepared for what the little boy brought up next. "Are you going to kiss my daddy?" he asked.

Emily was speechless. "Uh, what?" she asked.

"You like each other." He said. They knew that wasn't a question. Why did kids have to be so perceptive?

"And when did you become an expert on this subject?" Hotch asked.

"Emly treats me like mommy did and Emly makes you smile like mommy did." He answered.

Emily was still speechless. "Jack, Emily is just a friend." Hotch told him. Jack shrugged and seemed to accept the answer.

By the time they got back to Hotch's house, Jack had declared that Cars was his new favorite movie and he fell asleep in the car. Hotch carried him up to bed, while Emily waited for him in the living room. Hotch walked back in. "Sorry about the whole kissing question." He said.

Emily giggled. "Don't worry about it, Hotch, he's a cute kid."

"Yes, he is. Not afraid to say what's on his mind, just like his mother." He said.

Emily nodded. "Well, I'm going to get going." She said.

Hotch sighed, he didn't want her to leave. "Drive carefully." He instructed.

Emily turned to leave. She opened the door, but couldn't bring herself to leave. "What the hell." She whispered, before closing the door, turning around and walking to him. Before he could say anything, Emily grabbed the back of his head, pulled it down to her, and covered his lips with hers. It only lasted a second, but it left Hotch speechless. Emily, nervously, kept eye contact as she waited for Hotch to say something. "Well, you know how to get your point across." He said after a minute.

"I kept going over in my head what I wanted to say to you in my head, but I couldn't say it so…" He cut off her ramble with a kiss. This time, it wasn't just a peck on the lips. It was hot and steamy. Hotch explored every inch of Emily's mouth until the annoying ringing of his cell phone caused them to pull apart. "Who are we killing?" she asked.

Hotch looked down at his cell phone. "JJ has bad timing." He said. "What's up, JJ?" he answered the phone.

"We have a case."

"Where?"

"Seattle, three dead men in two weeks."

"Alright, call Garcia, Morgan, and Reid. I'll call Prentiss and Rossi." He said.

"You mean, Emily's not there anymore?" JJ giggled.

Hotch sighed. "See you in an hour, JJ." He hung up. "Anyone other than JJ know you're here?" he asked.

"I tell JJ and Garcia everything." Emily answered.

Hotch nodded. Of course she did.

Kinda short, but it'll do. Not where I wanted to go, but I still have some learning to do in the romance department. Haha. I'm outta here. Those of you reading Girl from Nowhere, it'll be up by the end of the day!