a/n The first memories were really Derek centric, and so is this one, but then after that I'll make some for the other team members. One will be about a day JJ and Kaitlin spent together, one will be Kaitlin babysitting Jack, and if you have any good ideas lemme know! Write a review! I looove em! :)

Father- Daughter Basketball

"Emily," I called as I walked down the stairs.

"In the kitchen," She called, her voice was muffled. I walked into the kitchen. Her head was in the oven.

"What…" I began slowly, "are you doing?"

"Awh, I made," She started, taking her head out of the oven, bumping it on the top, "damn," she muttered, and stood, "I was making a cake and something happened and it exploded so I had to clean all the crap out of the over," she explained. I chuckled.

"Hey! It's not funny!" Emily said.

"Yeah it is. A little. They have really simple step by step instructions on the cake box. How could you screw it up?" I asked, grinning.

"I…" she tried, thinking of an excuse, "I don't cook!"

"I'll buy you an easy bake oven," I said nodding.

"Why are you here bugging me?" She asked.

"To let you know that I'm gonna go to the park and shoot hoops for a while," I said holding up a basketball.

"Ok. I have fun, stay safe, call me if you need me and if I have to head to the BAU, I'll let you know," Emily said. I rolled my eyes. She was slightly paranoid sometimes.

"Thanks, Em," I said and made my way out the door.

I got to the park, put some music on and started shooting. Swish. Swish. Swish. I was sinking the threes all over.

"Nice," I man said. I pulled out my head phones. He was an AFrican American in his thirties or forties. He was fit, and he had basketball shorts, and tee shirt, and nikes on. He was at about half court. He shot and it went in.

"This man bothering you, Kaitlin?" Another man asked laughing. It was Derek.

"My man. Haven't seen you in a while," The man said shaking Derek's hand.

"How ya been, MIke?" Derek asked.

"Not bad, how about you?" Mike asked.

"Pretty good. Mike," He said turning to me, "This is my kid, Kaitlin," Derek said introducing us.

"Nice to meet you," Mike said shaking my hand.

"Yeah you too," I said looking at Derek grinning.

"Didn't know you had kid," Mike said.

"Long story," Derek said laughing.

"Alright cool. Listen couple of us are having a father daughter basketball game. You in?" Mike asked. Derek looked at me.

"Sure," I said.

"Great. I gotta fly. See you tomorrow at three," Mike said waving.

"Aiight. See ya man," Derek said waving. Derek walked over to me.

"Emily knows you're out right?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. What a parent I thought, laughing.

"Yeah, Derek," I said smiling.

"Why you all happy and smiley?" He asked.

"Can I call you dad tomorrow? Or father? or Papa Bear? Which do you prefer?" I asked laughing.

"Hmmm," Derek said, sarcastically considering, "How about Master, who's about to whoop your ass right now!" Derek said laughing, taking my basket ball from me and doing a layup. Swish.

"Sure you are! Just remember who was hitting all those threes a couple minutes ago!" I exclaimed and ran to get the ball.

"Oh, princess, it's on!" He said laughing.

Even though I was still getting used to everything, the BAU, living with Emily, hanging out with Derek, and my parents being gone, there was a sort of rhythm and flow and stability. And I liked it. It was helping get through the tough spots.