Emily slowly opened her eyes and let them adjust to the dark. For a split second she was confused as to where she was, but then she saw Hotch standing at the window, peering out into the night sky and it all came rushing back to her. Jack. The funeral. Her coming to check on Hotch and of course the desperate look in his eyes when he asked her to help make him forget.

After laying still for a few more minutes, Emily finally stood up before wrapping the cool sheet around her body. Emily made her way over to the man before her and gingerly wrapped her arms around his body, while resting her face on his bare back.

"You're awake," Emily whispered and her heart broke all over again when she heard Hotch sniffle. Sadness washed over her. The whole purpose of sleeping with him was to make him forget that he just lost his son, and it seems she didn't do a very good job.

"Yeah," Hotch started as he placed his hands on top of hers on his stomach, "I'm just thinking."

Although Emily figured she already knew what he was thinking about, she found herself asking him anyway.

"You," Hotch answered honestly.

"Me?" Emily asked completely shocked.

"You," he repeated, "and how I probably just ruined one of the best friendships I've ever had because I wanted to forget that I buried my son today. I'm sorry," Hotch rushed on before Emily could speak. "I never should have asked that of you. It wasn't up to you to make me feel better. If you never want to speak to me again, I'll understand."

Emily removed her arms from around his body and she watched as Hotch bowed his head, obviously thinking everything he just said was true. She moved to stand in between him and the window and saw the look of shock on Hotchs face.

"Listen to me, you didn't ruin anything. I care about you so much, Hotch. I would do anything for you. I feel like I failed you tonight because it didn't take your mind off of anything and for that I apologize." Emily grabbed his head in between her hands and caught his gaze. "You didn't make me do anything I wasn't comfortable with. I'm here for you. Always. No matter what you say or do I'm going to be here for you. Don't you get that?"

Hotch couldn't help but fall even more in love with the woman before him. She gave and gave and never asked for anything in return. Hotch leaned forward slightly and paused, hoping to God that Emily would close the gap between their lips, and he didn't have to wait long before she pressed her lips against his in a gentle kiss.

"I don't know what I would do without you," Hotch confessed as he pulled away.

Emily wrapped her arms around his waist again. "You don't have to find out, I'm here for you for as long as you need me." She smiled against his chest as his arms finally latched around her. Her smile faltered as she felt Hotchs entire body shake. All Emily could do was squeeze him tighter to let him know she was right there for him and wasn't going anywhere.

There were no words to say as he cried for the loss of his son. After a few minutes, Emily managed to walk him backwards to sit down on his bed. The second he was seated, Emily straddled his lap and took Hotchs face in between her hands again. Without waiting for permission or words to be said, Emily crashed her lips against his in a fierce kiss.

Emily rotated her hips against his growing erection and Hotch could do nothing except hiss at the feeling. Hotch has never found something that has felt so right. It was never going to last, deep down he knew that, but Emily Prentiss was exactly what he needed. Hotch grabbed a tight hold on her ass and pulled her closer. Emily could taste the tears he cried on her tongue as they kissed, but at least she knew no fresh ones would be coming for the time being.

Hotch entered her slowly and Emily purred softly. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Emily threw her head back and he was entranced. "I love you," he whispered to her softly and he felt fear grow inside him as she slowly brought her head back up.

Not a single word came out of her mouth, but a small smile graced her beautiful lips as she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply.

In that moment, and the ones that were to come after, it didn't matter if she said those three words back to him just then. He loved her. In his heart, he knew he always had. Emily Prentiss wasn't going to be able to replace Jack in his heart, but he knew Jack would be very accepting of who Hotch decided to give his broken heart to. After all, Emily told the young boy repeatedly, she loved him to the moon and back. For Hotch, that was enough.