Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

A/N: Sorry about the chapter I posted earlier, apparently it didn't save after I fixed all the issues...Sorry again.

Chapter Three

"Food's here." Hotch said as he carried Chinese food into the house. Emily went over to help take everything in, but she was surprised to see that Riley beat her there. Emily and Hotch booth looked at her oddly.

"Stop staring at me, I'm just helping." Riley sighed as she took the food.

"Riley, why don't you grab Jack's food and your own. I need to talk to your dad." Emily asked.

"Why don't you-" Riley began before Hotch looked at her sternly. "-let me get on that. Jackie, food." She called. Emily pulled Hotch up the stairs of his relatively new house, and closed the door once they got into his room.

"You told your daughter that we were sleeping together?!" She snapped.

"NO! I told her that we were dating, that way if you stayed over or were here a lot, she wouldn't wonder." Hotch explained.

"Oh. Hah, okay." She said, relieved.

"Why would you ask that?!"

"Because she asked me!" Emily said.

"Oh. Sorry." Hotch said quietly.

"It's fine. It's not your fault."

"Haley was right, she is a bit testy." Hotch said.

"Well..." Emily said, but she stopped.

"What do you mean well?"

"Nothing, just...I kind of understand her. She like her parent's work is more important than her. I lived that life." Emily sighed.

"I want to re-connect with her, but she's not making it easy!" He spat defensively.

"It wouldn't hurt if you could remember simple facts about her!" Emily spat back.

"Jesus, you're on my case too?" He snapped.

"I'm on your case when you snap at me!" She yelled. Hotch realized how stupid he was being, so he hugged Emily and said that he was sorry. They both returned down the stairs and had dinner with Riley and Jack. The rest of the night consisted of watching family movies with Jack while Riley read, listened to music, or fooled around on her laptop.

**

"I know I promised that I wouldn't have to go into work, but-" Hotch began the next morning. He had just gotten a call about a new case. He just wanted to go in and review it with the team. Emily was supposed to go too, but she told Hotch that she'd go review it, but she would stay with Hotch and his kids for the weekend.

"Figgures." Riley said, droping her breakfast fork on the table and getting up from the table. Jack repeated her, but he didn't really understand.

"Do you want to come with me?" Hotch asked desperatley. Riley paused.

"Yeah. Okay." She said, picking up her fork and plate, then placing them in the sink. She then went upstairs to get ready.

"I come too?" Jack asked.

"I guess you have to." Emily said.

"Yes! I'm gonna catch the none-sub!" Jack said happily. Aaron and Emily laughed.

"Unsub." Hotch corrected.

"That too." Jack said. After that Hotch took Jack upstairs to get him ready, and Emily did the dishes.

**

"Good luck." Emily said to the team as they all walked away to go to the jet. Jack had played his DS (with his headphones in) in the conference room while JJ breafed the team on the new case. A sereal killer in Florida was kidnapping teens from a small high school. There was not too much physical evidence, so it would be a tough case. The team waved at Emily and Hotch as they left. Emily and Hotch had to promise to leave their phones on incase they needed help.

"Did you see where Riley went?" Emily turned to Hotch and asked.

"Yeah, she said she was going to, and I quote, 'annoy the happy tech chick'." Hotch lauged. "Could you go tell her we can go home now? I'll get Jack ready." Emily nodded and went to Garcia's office. She opened the door, and was totally surprised by what she saw. Riley was talking animatedly with Garcia; she was smiling and laughing. She stopped when she saw Emily open the door.

"Uh-" Emily studdered. "We're leaving now."

"Alright." Riley sighed. After saying goodbye to Garcia, she left the room.

"How the hell did you do that?!" Emily yelled.

"What?! What did I do?!" Garcia asked, totally surprised.

"Get Riley to TALK!" Emily asked.

"I don't know? My superiour intelect?"

"I'm being serious! She won't talk to me. At all."

"What's the big deal? It's just Hotch's daughter. Who cares if she doesn't like you?" Garcia asked.

"I do." Emily said quietly.

"Why...OH!" Garcia gasped. "Are you...Are you sleeping with Hotch?!" She asked, and she didn't even need Emily's answer before she squealed and began laughing.

"Please! Do NOT tell anyone!" Emily snapped.

"Relaaaaax Prentiss. I'm don't care, I just saw it coming a mile away. If I saw it coming, I bet the team did too."

"I don't care if they think we're together. I just don't want them to know." Emily said.

"So, you want Riley to like you because you like Hotch." Garcia laughed.

"Help me?" Emily pleaded.

"Yeah. Obviously."

"Okay! What the hell do you talk to her about?" Emily asked.

"Okay...first of all, don't try to be all buddy buddy with her. Chances are, she knows about the relationship, and she'll feel threatened by it. Especially considering how often she sees Hotch. She'll feel insulted, like you're mocking her relationship with him. Next, talk about music." Garcia began.

"Music?" Emily asked. It seemed like such an obvious topic.

"Music. She has an extensive knowlege of music. Especially instruments and dance. She takes dance lessons too, so talk about that. Don't ask her about teachers she likes, ask her about what teachers she hates. It'll give her a chance to vent to you, and make fun of them. Oh, and ask her about her grade nine year."

"Why?"

"She started in a Catholic high school, and Haley pulled her out after the one year. It's a hilarious story." Garica said, with a small laugh. "Talk to her about cases. She thinks they're intresting. And the biggest rule? Do NOT talk about her father. It's a soft spot for her." She finished.

"How do you know all of this?" Emily asked, shocked.

"I don't know. I remember being a teenager." She shrugged. Emily thanked Garcia, and left the office, ready to make a good impression on Riley.