Friday, March 16th, 6:00 pm sharp.

The instructions your grandmother had given you. Friday dinner was something that hadn't happened in a very long time. You tried to avoid seeing your grandmother at all costs because for some reason she loves to control your life.

Aaron was excited to meet your family but you weren't too thrilled. He and your mom got along very well. If your mom liked him then your grandpa would too.

"You ready?" He asked you. You had been sitting in the driveway for 5 minutes.

"My mom's not here yet." You looked for your phone. You had moved everything around in your purse. Aaron waved it across your face. You quickly snatch it back to call your mom.

"Where are you?" You asked

"I'm gonna be late." Your mom said.

"You're always late."

"I'm sorry hon, but you know I can't get Cindy to shut up." She sounded like she was rushing to her car. Cindy had been one of your mom's co-workers for as long as you could remember.

You sigh loudly. "Just hurry, please." You begged.

"I am." She hung up.

"Gonna be late?" Aaron questioned. You looked up at him and nodded. "It'll be ok, we should probably go in though."

"I know." You pushed up your glass and fixed your hair. You walked up to the front door.

"I don't wanna push it." You stared at the doorbell.

Aaron leaned over your and pushed the doorbell. Within a second the door swung open. It was your grandma.

"Y/N!" She held her arms out to hug you. You hesitantly move in to hug her.

"Hi, grandma." You grumble out as she pulls you inside.

"It's been so long since I've seen you." She cubbed your face.

"It couldn't have been that long ago." You knew the exact day you last saw her. 7 months 2 weeks and 6 days. You didn't see a problem with that amount of time.

"So who's your friend." She peered to Aaron who was behind you.

"Grandma this Aaron Hotchner, Aaron my grandmother Emily Y/L." He reaches out to shake her hand.

They exchange their hellos and you slowly start to move further into the house. You couldn't remember much from this house. It was kind of the size of Rossi's house, maybe a little smaller.

You didn't talk about how much money your family had. It was enough to keep up with your grandmas' lifestyle though. Your grandpa didn't complain, as long as she was happy things were all good in the world.

"Hey, where's grandpa?" You asked.

"He's in his office finishing some work but he should be out soon." You looked in the direction of his office. "I'm gonna fix some drink, how about you give Aaron a tour." Your grandma yelled. You looked to Aaron who was already walking up to you.

He took your hand as you led him up the stairs. The hallway was bigger than you had remembered.

"Do you have a room here?" He asked.

"Kind of, it was my mom's old room I would stay here sometimes." You open the door to the room. There were stuffed animals on the bed and pink stuff everywhere.

"Pink?" He asked and pointed at the wall.

"I didn't decorate it." You walked in and sat on the bed.

"It seems cozy here." He sat down next to you.

"Nothing feels cozy it's just that it seems familiar to our brain so we think it's a good thing when in reality it-" He kissed you.

"Are you trying to get me to shut up?" You pulled back.

"Yes." He hummed and kissed you again.

You let yourself melt into the kiss. Like you have kissed him in forever. You let out a slight moan as he brings you closer to him. You cup his cheeks and let your other arm falcon his shoulder.

You let him go when you hear your mom yell for you downstairs.

"That's our cue." You stand and reach out your hand for him to grab it.

You walk ahead of him downstairs to see your grandparents and mom standing in wait.

"Do I wanna know why you two were upstairs alone?" Your mom jokes. You roll your eyes and move past her to your grandpa.

"It's been too long." He whispers to you.

"I know, I'm sorry." You whispered back.

He and Aaron were the same height so you left very small. You move out of the way forgetting Aaron was behind you. He introduces himself to your grandfather.

"It's gonna be ok." Your mom whispers to you.

"Have you met your mother?" You ask sarcastically, but she took a minute to think about it.

"Yeah, your screwed." You laugh to yourself.

Your grandmother instructed everyone to sit in the living room. You sat in between your mom and Aaron on the big couch. You knew your grandma wouldn't appreciate it if you threw back her expensive wine. So you sip at it like the nice girl you were supposed to be.

"Did you read that article about the regenerative medicine that I sent?" Your grandpa asks.

"Yeah I read it this morning, I wouldn't think they would be able to regenerate the cells from the-"

"What exactly do you do with Y/N." Your grandma cut you off.

"I'm the Unit Chief of the BAU," Aaron responded.

"So you're her boss?" She questioned.

"I am, but I don't put myself above the rest of the team." He was right and you knew that but there was no way in hell she would believe that. Just as you thought your grandma snorted and took a sip of her drink.

You rolled your eyes hard and took a bigger sip of your drink. There was no way in hell you were sober enough for this night.

"How's it been hunting crazy people?" Your mom asked you.

"As good as it possibly can be." You answered simply.

"I don't like that you put yourself in danger like that." Your grandma said.

"Oh, Emily come on, just because you wouldn't do it doesn't mean other people won't." Your grandpa defended you.

"Richard it's not safe."

"I'm alive aren't I?" You mumbled and put the wine on the table in front of you.

"You are, but one day you might not be." Your grandma said.

"She's right." Aaron was the last person you would've thought to agree with your grandmother. A shocked look spread across your face as you look up at him.

"I'm always worried when I don't hear from you." Your mom chimed in.

You looked between the four of them and they all shared the same look. Yeah, you worried too. The job was dangerous but you knew that before joining the team.

"I take every precaution I can, you make sure of that." You look at Aaron.

"Sometimes every precaution isn't good enough." Your grandma said.

"Like when we were in Nevada, you had your vest on and your earpiece in but you still got shot-"

"Shh." You waved him off before he could say anything else.

"You were shot!" Your grandma was yelling now.

"Sorry," Aaron said half-heartedly.

"It's fine." You put your hand on his leg for reassurance. "Yeah, I got shot. I'm fine now."

You tried to make it seem less than it was. Not mentioning all of the other times you were shot and had to have surgery. Not mentioning getting beaten half to death. Not to mention all the times you came face to face with an unsub. They didn't need to know about all that.

Before your grandma could make another comment on your life dinner was done. The dining room had looked the same. You sat down next to Aaron. There was a small salad sitting in front of you. You had forgotten your grandma had courses. Salad, sometimes soup, Entree, Dessert. You guys could be there for hours.

Much to your grandmas' surprise, Aaron had the whole napkin in lap routine down. She kept giving the two of you side looks. You were extremely comfortable around him. She didn't like that so much.

"So how long have you two been together." She asked and didn't look up from her plate.

"7 months." You turn your head to look at him. He was smiling. A rare sight even though you with him all the time.

"And I'm just hearing about you now, good to know I'm being kept in the loop." You do your best to hold back any smart ass remarks you could've made.

When your mom had informed you that she had slipped up and told your grandparents, you took the time to call your grandpa to explain. He understood why you haven't said much. He was well aware of how ruthless your grandma could be. You had given him props for dealing with her for 40 years.

"Emily leave the poor girl alone."

"Yeah, Emily." Your mom mocked your grandpas' deep voice. Aaron laughed at your mother's ways.

"Grandma looks, all relationships have to start somewhere. There was a time 40 odd years ago when you and grandpa had only been together for 7 months." You said.

"Yes and then we got married." You groan and threw your head in your hands.

"That's not how it goes these days."

"If you lived with me like I had suggested-" You just her off.

"Well I didn't and I am so grateful for that, because who knows what you would've done with my life. I wouldn't have gone to the FBI, I would have met Aaron, I wouldn't be as happy as I am now." There is now some fact cooked bird sitting in front of you

"You could've been happy living with me. You could've been married and have kids by now."

"So just because I'm not married and don't have kids means I'm not happy?"

"You could be happier." She said. You wanted to leave. Go back home where this conversation doesn't have to happen. "It hard

to imagine that you could be happy with the men you choose."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You were trying to not yell.

"You always seem to go after older men. I don't know what good you see in them." That was low. Out of all the things she could've said, that was low.

"You can pick apart my life, judge my choices and my job but you will not discredit the people I love."

Only the sound like forks hitting plates was heard. Everyone was too scared to speak. In fear, they might piss you off again.

After dinner was done your grandfather offered you some books he had been meaning to send you. Eagerly you follow him to his office.

"I just wanted to apologize for your grandmothers' behavior." He said once you guys were alone.

"It's ok. I just thought we're gonna get through half of the dinner before she said something about him." You shrugged.

"From what you've told me over the phone, you seem very happy."

"I am." You smiled.

"And his son?" You were taken back.

"I never told you he had a son." You watched as he walked to his bookshelf.

"I have my ways." He turned back with books in hand.

"What kinda ways." You took them from his hands.

"I never reveal my sources."

"A true writer." You both laugh.

As you walk out of his office Aaron and your mom are standing in the hall. Your grandma was nowhere to be found.

"Scared her away for now." You said.

"You know she doesn't know how to handle getting yelled at." Your mom said.

"That's what she gets for trying to talk shit about my boyfriend."

"I've had people talk shit about me before," Aaron said.

"I know, I wasn't gonna let her do it."

"Well, I say we go out for lunch tomorrow without the..." Your mom put a finger of her head to mimic the devil.

"I second that," Aaron said.

"Just give me a call and I'll be there." Your grandpa gave you a side hug before you all left.

You put all the books in the back seat. You hurry into the car and shut the door before the cold air had a chance to get in. You wrap your arm around yourself to protect the heat. You thought back to the things your grandma had said. So much was unexplained, and Aaron wasn't about to push for answers.

"So my grandma commented me going for older guys." You said.

"Mhm." He hummed. He started the car and pull out of the driveway.

"After I had graduated one of my old professors asked if I wanted to assist in one of his classes. I went, I assisted. We were grading finals and he made a pass at me. And I didn't decline it." You hesitated.

"Ok." That was all he said.

"Ok?" You were genuinely confused.

"Y/N I'm not gonna get mad at you."

"Your not?"

"No. That was your past. If you had said this was last week, then I would be mad." He chuckled.

"Ok." You had expected him to always be annoyed but he wasn't.

You had only been in one other serious relationship. That was with Ben. It wasn't much of a relationship as it was him controlling you.

2 years of "I'm not in the mood right now babe." but he still forced himself on you. 2 years of him telling you you weren't good enough to be in the FBI. 2 years of him mentally fucking with you until you didn't even notice yourself when you looked in the mirror.

He would just have a way of twisting a situation into making it your fault. Somehow you would always be the one apologizing.

Aaron knew all of this that's why you guys had taken it slow.

"And besides I wasn't surprised." He shrugged.

"What does that mean." You laughed.

"You seemed a little too comfortable with being with an older guy."

"You not that old."

"I'm only a couple of years younger than your mom." You both laugh.

"Yes, I know."

"I could've known her in high school." He kept going. "Been friends with her."

"Ok, ok, babe I get it. You're an old man. But guess what you're my old man." You reach out and take his hand in yours.

"I love you." He said and lifted your hand to his lips.

"I love you too."