"Sweetheart, I'm home!" She called out as she entered the house, locking the door behind her. This was a habit of hers due to her line of work.

She raised her eyebrows when she didn't get a reply. That was odd. You always rushed down the stairs to greet her whenever she got home. And you always replied whenever she called you.

"Honey?" She called out again, this time making her way up the stairs. "I know you're here, school ended an hour ago."

"I'm in my room mom! Don't come in... I'm... er... getting dressed!" You yelped just as she was about to open your bedroom door.

Emily was a BAU agent. She tried her best not to profile her own kid, but sometimes she couldn't help it. She knew a bullshit lie when she heard one. She didn't need to be a profiler to figure out her daughter was lying to her.

The second she opened the door she saw what you were hiding. A cat.

You weren't doing a very good job, considering it's bushy orange tail was visible from the singular small blanket you placed over.

She sighed. "You have 10 seconds to explain this, {{user}}."