This one kind of came to me. Its a short, that could possibly be added on to later, I just haven't come up with anymore yet. Happy Reading!

There was a knock at her door. Emily paused her workout video to go answer it. When she looked through the peep hole she saw her boss standing there. She quickly opened the door. "Hotch, is everything okay?" She asked. It was unusual for him to make a home visit period and it was a Saturday.

"We need to talk if you have a minute." He noticed her flushed face and the micro amounts of sweat beading around the edge of her forehead. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Of course not, come in please." She locked the door behind him. "If you'll just have a seat I'll be right with you. I need to get a drink, would you like one?"

"No, thank you." Hotch made his way towards the living room that joined openly with the dining room. It was the first time he has ever been in her apartment. He took his time looking from side to side as he made his way to the couch.

Emily came out from the kitchen with a glass of water. "So what do I owe this visit?" She said sitting down in a chair across from Hotch.

"I got a call this morning. It was from a private detective. Someone is looking for you."

"For me?" Emily sat her glass down on the coffee table.

"Yes, do you know anyone who would want to look for you?"

"No. Why did they come to you and not to me?"

"They had to get through me before they could get to you. In this line of work I was worried about what kind of person might be looking for you, so I agreed to meet with the detective this morning."

"And…" Emily said trying to get him to continue.

"And he seemed genuine about the man that is trying to get in touch with you, so then I met with him. He had to give me a good reason he was looking for you, before I would even let him get close to you. He was a young man and he claims to be your son. His name is Lane Prentiss Cooley."

Emily stood up and walked over to the window. She let a few tears roll down her face. "You remember when my friend Mathew Benton was killed?"

Hotch stood up, "Yes. What does he have to do with this?"

"He helped through it, through everything all the way to the adoption. A teenager who had got pregnant out of wed lock it was not welcome in the Church and Mathew stood by me every step of the way."

"So is John Cooley?"

"Yes, I never told him. I just wanted it to all go away."

"Emily, he is waiting downstairs for you. He would like to see you." It was the first time that Hotch had ever called Emily by her first name and it caused butterflies in her stomach when he said it.

"What do I do?" She turned around to him. "I don't know how to do this Hotch."

Hotch had a sudden urge to comfort her and hug her, but he put it out of his mind, "Be his mom." He realized that, that statement made her more confused by the look she had on her face so he explained, "Hug him, tell him you love him and then talk to him." Realizing he had called her Emily before, he now switched back, "Prentiss, everything will be fine."

"You can't guarantee that."

"No, I can't. I can tell you that he has been searching for you a long time and when I mentioned I would come talk to you he almost cried."

"Okay, just give me a minute." Emily walked to her bedroom, changed her clothes and brushed her hair, pulling it back up into a ponytail. When she walked back out Hotch was standing there.

"You look fine." He said to her as she stepped out of the bedroom. He turned to go get him.

Emily stopped him before he got to the door, "Hotch."

"Yeah." He said turning back around.

"How did he turn out? I mean what was his life like?"

"It was okay. He was in and out of foster homes, but he was able to keep his grades up and he has made his way into medical school."

"Oh, well that is good." Emily started biting her fingernails.

Hotch turned and went to get Lane. It took about a minute before Lane stood in her doorway. He is a tall, dark haired, handsome young man that is well built. "Mom?" He said looking at her anxiously waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. I'm mean yes." Before there was time to say anything else Lane ran up to her, and Emily wrapped her arms around him as he began to cry, releasing all the pain and emotion that had built up in him over many years. "Shhh, it's okay, your home now." She said holding her son. Her son could no longer stand and fell to his knees bringing his mom down with him. Emily tightened her grasp around him, pulling him closer to her and gently bringing his head down on her shoulder, "Shhh, baby. It's okay." It was all she could think of to comfort him.

Emily mouthed the words "thank you" to Hotch over her son's shoulder.

He nodded back at her, leaving with the detective.

What Emily didn't know was that her son, had an extremely terrible child hood. He wasn't just in and out of foster homes, but abusive foster homes. He spent most of his childhood protecting his younger foster siblings from beatings, while he took them himself. Despite everything he managed to excel in school and make the grades he needed to get into college. He inherited his mother's strength and persevered through everything that was thrown at him and through it all he turned out to be one great kid who was extremely happy to now be comforted in his mother's arms.

Well tell me what you think. If you would like to see more with this story let me know if you like how it ends let me know that too and we will see where it goes from there. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed!