Setting out the plate of fruit she had spent almost an hour preparing, the new mother brushed the hairs that'd fallen out of her ponytail behind her ears. No case, no wailing baby, and it was Saturday at one in the afternoon. She and Hotch were having a playdate with their kids.

The brunette shivered at that. Their kids.

Her boss had called her an hour before to give her time to get herself and the house read, and she was sure she'd surprise him.

Cut off jean shorts and a fifteen dollar floral top she'd actually stolen from JJ's closet. She was sure he'd never seen her in anything besides her work suits and gowns she'd worn when he worked for her mother.

Well, he'd seen her in the pajamas and sweatshirt she'd worn weeks before when they'd taken Grace to the doctor, but never had he seen her so domestic.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Emily quickly bent down and picked the five month old up, holding her on her hip. "Look at you," she grinned, kissing her cheek. "Look at that smile. Feeling better?"

The green eyed girl giggled, clapping her hands together.

"Yay Gracie!" Emily cheered, walking over to the front door. Turning the knob, the ambassador's daughter felt the hot June air flood into the house.

"Agent Prentiss?"

Emily's eyes widened, glancing at the woman in her doorway. "Yes?"

The blond haired woman smiled, giving her hand. "Jessica Calt," she nodded. "Child Protective Services."

She could have dropped the baby right there.

"May I come in?"

Shakily nodding her head, the agent stepped aside so the younger woman could walk into the home. "I'm sorry," she rushed out, closing and locking the door behind them. "I didn't know you were coming today, I would have cleaned up."

The CPS agent smiled shortly at the older woman, noting the expertly clean home except for the play area Emily had created for the baby in the living room. "Surprise inspections can be intimidating," the blond nodded, "I understand that. I won't be here for long."

Emily gestured for the woman to sit on the couch, and she took the arm chair with Grace on her lap. "Can I offer you a drink?"

"I'm alright," she denied. "I heard Grace was sick."

Trying for a smile, Emily held the moving baby close to her stomach, Grace's hands slapping at her legs. "She's better now," she nodded. "She had a small ear infection but the doctor prescribed her some antibiotics and she's ok."

Jessica nodded her head.

Emily could feel her heart racing as the younger woman wrote down something in her notebook.

"And how is she growing? What is she eating?"

The brunette licked her lips. "She's a pound heavier than she was almost a month ago," she said softly, picking up the five month old and holding her against her shoulder to get her to stop squirming. "I've been giving her formula, she eats almost four times a day."

The CPS worker smiled to the baby in the other woman's arms when her head turned to look at her. "How is she handling the change?"

"I don't think she notices," Emily said honestly. "She's very calm most of the time."

"No difficulties with her bowels? Cranky?" Seeing the older woman's questioning eyes, Jessica tried for a smile. "Symptoms of discomfort she may be experiencing because of the change."

Brushing Grace's dark hair off of her forehead, the FBI agent slowly shrugged her shoulders. "She's rarely cranky but it does happen. But when she first started the formula she had some diarrhea. She's used to it now, though."

A knock at the door had both women turn their heads.

"I'm sorry," Emily laughed nervously, standing with Grace on her hip. "Let me get that."

The CPS worker stood, her notebook in hand. "Do you mind if I take a look around?"

Emily was quick to shake her head. "Not at all." Hurrying toward the door, the agent gently shushed the girl in her arms slapping her hands together. "Shh Gracie, let's behave for the nice lady, ok?"

Hotch met his friend's eyes once the door opened, immediately noticing her curled hair set up in a pony and the baby grabbing at her necklace. "Hi."

"Get in here," she hissed, pulling the older man into her home and locking the door behind them.

Looking up to the brunette woman, the four year old boy grinned. "Emmy!"

The brown eyed woman felt herself really smile at the happiness she saw on the young boy's face. "Jackie!" she laughed, bending down to hug him.

"Is this Grace?" he asked quietly, his eyes no those of the gurgling baby.

"It is." She took the baby's hand and waved it at Jack. "Can you say hi, Grace?"

Grace suckled on her bottom lip, rubbing her tiny hands together as her big eyes looked over to the other child.

Emily laughed. "She says hi."

"Agent Prentiss?"

The new mother quickly ushered her guests into the home, her eyes on the CPS worker walking back into her living room. "Ms. Calt, this is my boss Aaron Hotchner and his son Jack." Looking to her friend, she made sure he saw the pained smile on her face. "This is Jessica Calt from CPS."

Hotch was quick to take her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Is this a playdate?" the worker asked, making sure to smile down to the boy she saw hiding behind his father's leg. "I apologize, I wasn't sure if you would have company or not." Looking to the woman of the home, Jessica gestured up the stairs. "May I head up to your rooms?"

Emily sent her a small smile as an answer, leading her friend and his son into the living room and she left. "I'm having a heart attack," she said pathetically, letting the older man take Grace from her arms. "I forgot CPS shows up for surprise visits."

Hotch let his hand rub down her back. "She'll be gone soon." His eyes went to his son, watching as he inspected all the fruit Emily had seemed to put out for them before shoving two cubes of cantaloupe into his mouth.

"What if she finds something wrong?"

"Emily," he breathed, sitting them both down, "what could she find wrong?"

The brunette's head almost shot off her shoulders as she turned to look to her kitchen. "What about all my wines?" she breathed, hating herself for not hiding them when she went to get the door. "What if she thinks I have a problem?"

Hotch could have stared a hole through the back of his friend's head. "Emily, people drink. Not everyone who drinks has a problem."

"I'm sorry," she apologized, feeling tears sting the back of her eyes. "I just wanted today to be a nice, worry free day."

"It will be."

Walking down the stairs, the CPS worker watched as the man who had entered the Prentiss household rub his fingers at the base of Emily's neck, and she frowned. "Agent?"

Emily stood and rushed over to the younger woman. "Everything ok?"

"Everything seems perfect," the worker assured her. "But may I ask, are there any personal relationships I need to put on file?"

The agent frowned. "Such as?"

"Boyfriends? Girlfriends?"

Emily saw the way the blond was eyeing the man she knew was sitting on her couch, and she was quick to shake her head. "Not at all," the brunette woman breathed. "We're just friends. I'm single."

Hotch kissed Grace's dark hair as he watched his friend lead the other woman out of the house, his eyes soft as he watched her curled hair swing behind her head. "Playdate time," he smiled, lifting a giggling Grace in the air to show to her mother.

Hurrying back over to the couch, Emily took the five month old and settled her against her chest with a smile. "Playdate time."