#apracot

Emily,

I hope you have all your case files finished because after tonight you'll...

"I don't think you need to read the rest of that honey." Emily said as she snatched the not out of her daughters hand quickly, blushing a deep red as she remembered the rest of that note.

"Did you ever think you'd see this day?" Emily sighed contently, as she lay against Hotch's chest, her legs spread out across the bench that stood beside the rear wall of their suburban house, looking over their expansive garden, which currently housed the entire team.

"Honestly... when Haley left eight years ago, I never thought I'd be able to smile again." Hotch murmured against her hair. "Now I'm finding it difficult to frown." He added, kissing her hair, and wrapping his arm as far as it would go around Emily's seven month baby bump.

"No, I'm pretty sure frowning is still your favourite hobby, just when you're at work though." Emily teased, as she leaned further into Hotch's embrace.

Hotch chuckled slightly and kissed the top of his wives head again, before looking up and seeing his two children making their way over to their parents.

"Dad, mom, Uncle Morgan said the food's ready now." Ten year old Jack informed his parents happily.

"Come on mommy, I'm hungwy!" Three year old Paige added, as she ran over and grabbed her mother's hand, pulling Emily away from Hotch's embrace.

"Okay sweety, just don't pull so hard, mommy can't keep up with you anymore." Emily informed her daughter gently, as she rubbed her bump and tried to ignore the twinge in her back that she'd been getting since she was six months, which had forced her to go on early maternity leave.

"The great Emily Prentiss Hotchner slowing down? I never thought I'd see the day." Hotch whispered teasingly in Emily's ear, as Paige ignored her mother and pulled her full speed to where the rest of the team were gathering along with Jack, who'd immediately run back over to help them set up the table.

"Yea well, unlike Paige, our little bundle of joy thinks it's funny to rotate mommy's spine three hundred and sixth degrees." Emily complained, wishing that all pregnancies could be as easy as her first had been... it had only been a four hour labour.

Hotch simply laughed at this, and wrapped his arms around Emily's shoulders, as they joined the rest of the team, Hotch and Emily sitting with Emily in between Hotch's legs leaning against his chest, Paige sitting to her mother's side, tucked under Emily's arm, and Jack lying down beside them.

"Food's ready." Morgan called happily, receiving a chorus of "about time" from the team.

"No it's not!" Reid scolded Morgan, grabbing the plate off him and putting the food back on the grill. "It said burgers should be cooked for at least fifteen minutes... it's only been thirteen." He informed everyone.

"Jeez, we give you a chef's apron and cooking tongs and suddenly you've got a Michelin star." JJ teased Reid, as she lay with her head resting on Will's chest on the blanket, with a now seven year old Henry wandering over to sit beside Jack, and their daughter Audrey, who'd just turned five lying against Will's knee.

"JJ if they're not cooked you could get e-coli, Staphylococcus aurous, sam-" Reid started, obviously intending to go into a detailed rant about the different types of food poisoning, before Morgan cut him off.

"Kid, I've cooked burgers before... I'm pretty sure these are done." He told Reid, poking the burger just to make sure.

"I still don't see why Mr. Rossi over there couldn't have donned the all mighty apron and cooked like he normally does." Garcia quipped, from her place on the blanket, as she laid leaning against Kevin, holding their four month old son Zeke in her arms.

"Because, Tweedledum and Tweedledee offered to cook, and I for one, am enjoying the rest." Rossi sighed contently from the deck chair he was sitting in, and stretched his legs, turning the page in the paper he was reading.

"So basically you're being lazy." Emily quipped, looking up at Rossi and smirking at him.

"You're one to talk." Rossi replied, as he peered over the top of his paper to look at her.

"I'm over seven months pregnant... I'm pretty sure I've an excuse." Emily laughed, motioning to her bump.

"Yea, but with Paige you were still running around wielding a gun at this stage... softening on us Emily?" Rossi teased, now placing down his paper, the opportunity to tease his friend being more fun than the business column at the moment.

"Jack, Paige, Henry, Audrey..." Emily called innocently to her son, daughter, nephew and niece, rather than reply to Rossi. "What do you say to Uncle Rossi when he's being nasty?" She asked them innocently.

"Grandpa Rossi, stop being mean!" The four children told their uncle in tandem, causing Rossi's eyes to darken.

"That was low." Rossi replied gruffly, as he picked back up his paper.

"No, that was fun." Emily replied, laughing along with the rest of the team, each of them wearing smiles like the Cheshire cat.

Emily and Hotch stepped out of the lift and into the bustling hallway of the BAU. Emily fixed her hair quickly so her neck was covered and this caused Hotch to laugh.

"You know Morgan's going to spot it sooner or later." he said with a smirk.

"Not if I can help it." She muttered, fixing her hair one last time before they walked into the bullpen.

Her plan didn't last long though as when she walked past Morgan's desk – where Morgan, Rossi and Garcia all happened to be standing – a fan blew her hair out and revealed her neck.

"OH MY GOD! What is that on your neck?" Morgan asked, already knowing the answer.

"Why the hell is there a fan on your desk?" She asked angrily, ignoring the previous question.

"The air conditioning's bust and it's like a furnace in here." Morgan shrugged. "But let's not ignore my last question... I didn't know that was your thing Hotch."

Hotch just smiled and kissed Emily quickly so no one would notice before making his way to his office.

"So?" Rossi said, waiting for an answer.

"Yea Em what's with the huge hickey?" Garcia asked in an overly sweet voice, as a smile played on her face.

As she said it JJ had been walking past taking a drink of coffee but when she heard what Garcia said she immediately spat the coffee back into the cup.

The whole team then turned to stare at her, the boys with confused looks, Garcia with a look of pure joy and Emily looking as if she wanted to sink into a bottomless pit and never come back out.

"What the matter dearest JJ?" Garcia asked, trying her best not to laugh at the looks on her two best friend's faces.

JJ looked like a deer caught in headlights and Emily was giving her such a nasty look that she was sure if looks could kill she'd be dead right now.

"I... um... coffee, hot!" was all she said before her eyes locked with Emily's and they both turned scarlet.

"Ok... we're defiantly missing something here." Morgan said, looking between the three women.

"That my chocolate god is correct." Garcia said smiling even more now.

"Wait... didn't you three have a 'girls night' at Garcia's last night?" Rossi asked.

"Oh one point to Rossi." Garcia said with a giggle.

"Garcia I swear to god, I'll make your life a living hell if you open your mouth again." Emily hissed.

"It's worth it." Garcia shrugged.

"Baby Girl, come on... don't keep this from us." Morgan pleaded.

"Garcia, unless you want this coffee on your dress don't say another word." JJ warned, holding out her coffee cup towards Garcia.

"Again it's totally worth it." Garcia said with an evil grin.

"Now I really need to know." Rossi said, moving closer to Garcia to hear the gossip.

"Well," she started, giving one last sly smile to her two friends before continuing. "We were playing truth or dare and JJ picked dare, so when Emily was getting more pizza from the kitchen, I dared her to ambush her and give her a hickey."

"Oh my god... is that what the mark... Oh my god." Was all Morgan said before bursting into fits of laughter.

Emily groaned and JJ turned even redder and they both gave Garcia their best Hotch glare.

"Why Garcia? Why would you tell?" Emily asked.

"Aw don't take it personally... I would have done the same if JJ had the HUGE mark on the side of her neck." Garcia said trying to sound innocent.

"Wait... what did Hotch say when he seen it?" Morgan asked.

"He didn't say anything... his reaction was the same as yours." Emily said with a frown.

Just then Reid walked over from the break room, with coffee in his hand.

"What's that on your neck Emily?" He asked innocently.

"Shut up Reid, just shut up." She said before storming off to the bathroom to try and cover it with concealer.

"What'd I say?" He asked JJ who was beside him.

She chose to ignored him, instead following Emily to see could she help.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked Garcia.

"Sorry G-man but I've said enough today... I'm off to save my friendship now." She said with a smile before following the two women to the bathroom.

"Women... no wonder I've been divorced three times" Rossi muttered before walking to his office.

"Huh?" Reid said, now totally confused.

"Don't worry kid I'll fill you in later." Morgan said before walking off to the photocopier with a file.

"What the hell did I just miss?" Reid wondered out loud , before walking over to his desk and sitting down to start work.

"Hello?" Came the thick British accent of Mick Rawson through Emily's phone.

Emily looked at the phone in her hand, which was on speaker, before looking pleadingly at her two best friends, begging them not to make her go through with this... they just smiled however and silently motioned for her to answer the 'hot British dude, with a sexy accent, badge and gun'.

"Hello?" Mick said again, slightly louder this time.

"Hey." Emily answered quickly, resisting the overwhelming urge to cringe at how flirty the greeting had sounded.

"Well hello there, if it isn't Agent Emily Prentiss." Mick replied cockily, the smirk audible in his voice, even over the phone.

Emily looked at her friends again, hoping that they would agree with her, for a change, and let her hang up... though judging by their smiles that wouldn't be happening.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure?" Mick asked, still sounding a little too cocky for Emily's liking.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Rawson, for all you know I could be calling to tell you how annoying you are." Emily replied, getting quite annoyed at how arrogant he was being.

"Well I doubt that very much." Mick laughed.

Emily was extremely tempted to call him a few selective names and hang up, but judging by the looks on JJ and Garcia's faces, if she done that she'd get in serious trouble.

"Mhm..." Emily started, not entirely sure how to continue though.

"Would you have been calling me to ask me out by any chance?" Mick asked, trying not to sound arrogant again.

Emily sighed... this was like a form of torture!

"Yea, that was the reason actually." She admitted reluctantly.

"Well you're not doing a very good job so far." Mick teased.

"Hey I called didn't I... which is more than I can say for you." Emily shot back, actually smiling a little.

"touché!" Mick replied, laughing slightly.

"So do you? Want to go out that is." Emily asked, slightly annoyed that he was still making her ask even though he now knew her reason for calling.