Emily sat back against the small chair she was occupying, rubbing her hand over her forehead. She watched as the planes came in and out of the port, hearing and seeing the rain pitter-pat against the glass.

She looked down to see Dylan coloring in one of his books, a small smile on his face. She bumped his shoulder with her elbow before ruffling his hair. "Are you ready to go yet? The plane will be here in a few moments."

"Why can't we take daddy's plane?"

Emily smiled before slouching back in her seat. "Because daddy's plane is with daddy, and daddy is in California working. That's why, we're going a week early to surprise him."

Dylan nodded before going back to coloring, smiling as he went outside the lines.

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Dean picked up his phone seeing he got a text from his wife. When he opened it, his forehead scrunched as he scratched his stubbled jaw.

Get over to the tarmac - Em x

"Hey Laurie?"

Laurie came running down the stairs, stopping short as she almost bumped into her father. "What's up?"

He showed her the text, seeing a grimace appear on her face. "What?"

"They're coming."

Dean's voice was lost as he watched his daughter quickly ran out the door, her feet burning on the tarred driveway. She turned to him, her ponytail hitting her cheek. "Are you coming or not?"

"Where are we going?"

"To see your wife and son. Did you seriously not get that?"

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Emily smiled as the jet's door opened, before carrying her son out into the blinding heat. She walked down the steps before setting Dylan down, seeing him run towards Dean, who was getting out of the car. She followed quickly, being enveloped in a hug.

She backed away before giving her husband a hard kiss. "Hey."

Dean smiled at his wife's breathy voice. "You guys are a week early. And…" he looked around her and rose his eyebrows. "You took the jet?"

Emily grinned wickedly. "There's the other surpri-"

"What's up Dean, my man!"

Both Emily and Dean looked to the jet to see Derek getting off the plane, followed by the rest of the team. "You brought the team?"

Emily nodded as Dean's arms slipped around her waist. "It's their jet. And they had a week's leave, so yes. I brought the team." She turned back to him before kissing him gently. "That ok with you? They all really miss you. Just like me."

Dean laughed as she added a cheeky smile at the end of her statement. He gave her a thankfully long kiss before leaving her with the children as he said hi to her old team.

Emily looked over to see her daughter standing by the passenger car door. Her hair was up, her hands holding onto the hood of the car. There was a slight scowl on her face as Emily walked over to her, rubbing her palms onto her denim clad thighs. "Hey sweetheart."

Laurie nodded her head, before brushing past her mother, walking over to her little brother and bringing him into a hug.

Emily sighed, running a hand through her wavy hair. "Lauren, I want to talk to you."

"Why? What do you want to say to me? What could possibly want to make me listen to you?"

Emily shook her head, feeling her heart ache at her daughter's tone. "Laurie, please I just wanted to-"

"Wanted to what? Make me feel worse about myself? About Tim? About-"

"Lauren Elizabeth just get your ass over to me this instant!"

Emily watched as everyone, including her team and husband, turn their attention to her, while Laurie stomped her way over to her mother. "What?"

Emily grasped Laurie's shoulder and led her over to a secluded area in the parking lot. "What is with your attitude towards me lately?"

"What do you mean my-"

"You know exactly what I mean, young lady."

Laurie shrugged her shoulders before crossing her arms over her chest. "You should know. It's your fault."

Emily's eyes widened as she watched her daughter's eyes harden on her. "My fault? How the hell is your moody attitude, your abusing privileges and your mouthing off to me and your father, and even your baby brother my fault?"

The younger girl shot her mother a glare as she licked her lips. "How the hell do you think? You work all damn day, when you're suppose to be helping my little brother. And when you get home, you barely would acknowledge me. All you cared about was talking with Dylan, for maybe a half hour before getting on the phone and speaking with more clients."

Emily nodded her head slowly as she folded her arms across her chest. "I have a busy schedule, Laurie. I can't help if I need to speak with my clients. I have responsibilities! I'm senior director of communications down a-"

"I don't care! I don't care if you're the most important person down at the stupid company you work for now. I don't care if you make a little more money than you did when you were in the FBI. I don't care that you love your job and you love the people you work with. You should love me and Dylan more, and you should spend more time with him before it's too late."