AN: I know I have no right to write a new story, but after watching a youtube video the other day I couldn't help but think about the how it would be if Prentiss' son was Adam Brody. Couldn't get these thoughts out of my head so here it is. Hope you like it.

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Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity

Déjà vu all over again… that's what it was. The same feeling in the pit of his stomach reminding him, as it had before, that he'd lost someone he truly cared for... someone he relied on. He'd lost a friend.

He sighed as his eyes read the etchings on the cold grey stone.

EMILY PRENTISS – OCTOBER 12, 1970-MARCH 7, 2011 – FIDELITY BRAVERY INTEGRITY

Hotch could think of so many words more fitting for the woman they had just "buried". Of course, he knew that she wasn't really gone… but he couldn't help to think about what their team had lost, even if it was just temporary. They had lost an integral part of their team, a well-oiled machine that had managed to heal after the loss of Elle, and Gideon... then JJ. He wasn't sure how much more the team would have to sacrifice before they all gave up the fight.

This wasn't the first time he'd come to see her. Her absence on the team was becoming more painful with each passing day, and even though Hotch knew this would pass, he couldn't help but miss her. In his work, and in his life.

Emily had become so much more than just another colleague. She was a friend. And once his mind reached that point, he was again reminded how much he wished she was even more than that. He'd never allowed himself to go beyond thoughts, to actions, but his mind had certainly taken him there. Wondering what it would be like to spoil her, to hold her... to truly know her. The kinds of thoughts that required follow-up with a cold shower and a hard slap of reality. The reality that, even without the supervisory boundaries, they were on the same team. And Hotch had given up a marriage for this job. He didn't think he had it in him to give away the job for a chance at a relationship with Emily.

He was roused from his thoughts at the sound of footsteps crunching the leaves on the ground and looked up, surprised at whose face greeted him. Hotch stood and wrinkled his brow as he held out his hand.

"Ambassador."

Elizabeth looked up at the stern face of Aaron Hotchner, trying to hide her surprise in finding him here. Holding out her small hand to shake the one he offered, she attempted a smile. But it fell flat. After all... there wasn't much to smile about these days.

"Agent Hotchner," she replied wearily, "I must say I'm surprised to see you here." Although Elizabeth knew that "surprised" was an understatement, she certainly wasn't going to show more to the stern man in front of her. So she simply smiled and waited for him to respond.

Hotch dropped his gaze to his feet and pushed his hands into his pockets, shrugging, "It's been awhile since I came to visit her."

At the Ambassador's inquisitive gaze, Hotch swallowed over the lump in his throat, "She was important to me… to our team. It's what she deserves."

Hotch couldn't help the guilt that overwhelmed him as he watched the Ambassador's face. The worry-lines on her forehead more prominent, dark circles under her eyes, her skin more pale than before. She had aged since he last saw her, the grief too much to bear. The loss of her only, and dearly beloved daughter. Three small words could cure that grief. Emily is alive. If only he could tell her. If only he wouldn't jeopardize Emily's safety… the safety of everyone she loved… loves.

Elizabeth looked past Hotch as her eyes fell on the headstone. The grass had grown over the grave, and there were new flowers to the side. Amongst the flowers there was a small teddy bear… no doubt from Emily's dear friend, Penelope. Held by the bear, a small chess-piece. Elizabeth wasn't sure of the origin of that, but it was most likely from a colleague. As much as she loved her daughter, and respected her choices, she was always concerned that Emily had chosen her work over having a normal life. In fact, she had chosen her job over LIFE.

Stomping down on those bitter thoughts, wanting only to remind herself of the good Emily had achieved, Elizabeth stepped past Hotch and ran her hand over the cold stone, crouching down to place the bouquet amongst all the others. A tear dropped from her eye and she reached up to pat it away with her gloved hand. Pushing herself up once more, Elizabeth turned to speak to Hotch when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Grams."

Hotch looked over Elizabeth's shoulder and saw a young man, about 20 years old. He was dressed in faded jeans and a Yale hoodie, with thick, black, curly hair and big black eyes. He looked… familiar… but Hotch couldn't quite place it. He just watched curiously as the young man made his way over to the Ambassador. He continued to watch, growing more and more curious as the Ambassador turned and hugged the young man tight.

"Zachery," Elizabeth gasped, hugging the man as hard as she could. She sighed and stepped back, looking up at him and smiling proudly, "Didn't I tell you to get a haircut about a month ago?" Elizabeth asked as she ran her fingers through the dark curls.

Zac smiled and rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry… I've had a few things on my mind… you know, studying for finals, picking my thesis topic, and…" his smile disappeared as his eyes dropped to the headstone. He shook his head and smiled sadly, "But the important thing is I'm here now." Zac looked up from Elizabeth's face, and smiled awkwardly at Hotch, before grinning once more at the woman in his arms.

Elizabeth returned his smile and nodded, squeezing Zac's arms before stepping back and clearing her throat. She nodded at Hotch and smiled awkwardly, "Uh… Zachery, I'd like you to meet Agent Aaron Hotchner. Agent Hotchner, this…" Elizabeth paused and squeezed Zachery's hand, "This is Zachery Prentiss… my grandson."

Hotch smiled and held out his hand for the young man, shaking it soundly before realization took over. He couldn't help his eyes growing wide as he took in the information. Ambassador Prentiss only had one child. Which could only mean…

"It's so great to meet you, Agent Hotchner," Zac started, pushing his hands in his pockets, "Mom told me so much about you… about all of you." He paused for a moment, staring at his feet before looking up at Hotch once again, "She was really proud that she could be a part of the work you guys did."

Hotch blinked rapidly before his mind caught up with the conversation, and he realized that he was supposed to answer, "Well we were really proud to have known her… she was a remarkable woman."

Zac huffed and nodded, smiling proudly, "She was."

The three stood in silence for a moment. Elizabeth- overjoyed to see her busy grandson; Zac- stunned to finally meet "The Aaron Hotchner"; and Hotch- amazed that in the years that he'd known Emily Prentiss, he still had no idea who she really was.

Elizabeth smiled sadly at her grandson, before clearing her throat and glancing over at Hotch. "We were going to head over to the University for some lunch. Would you like to join us Agent Hotchner?"

Hotch wrinkled his brow and glanced between the two Prentiss', before shaking his head. "No, thank you though," he replied, "I was taking a long lunch to come over here today. I'd best get back to the office."

Elizabeth nodded and, much to Hotch's surprise, leant forward for an awkward hug. Hotch squeezed the small woman gently before taking a step back. He held a hand out to Zac and smiled sadly, "Good luck with your finals." Then with one last look at Emily's grave, he turned and made his way back to the sedan.

Zac wrapped a long arm around his grandmother's shoulders and squeezed, "I'm thinking… Roof Terrace?" Elizabeth smiled and nodded, leading the young man across the lawn towards the waiting town car. As he helped his grandmother into the car, Zac looked up to see Agent Hotchner's sedan as it disappeared through the cemetery gates.