Everything in this story is completely true, almost verbatam as to what happened to me. The only difference is nobody in my life saw what was happening.

I wanted to write this story to sort of raise awareness to sexual harassment and that some things are just not okay. This issue has been resolved now but I was afraid of hurting someone's feelings and let this go on too long.

I do hope everyone enjoys the story!

Happy Reading

Emily sat at her desk working diligently on a stack of files. Her hands were hot and achy from the endless writing, that showed no end in sight.

The bull pen was unusually quiet, absent of incessent ringing, buzzing fax machines and the steady rhythm of copies being made. As unusual as it was the agents were grateful for the stillness to concentrate on more pressing matters and deadlines that needed to be completed by the end-of-the day.

There was little time for banter and conversation between colleagues, since returning from a rigorous case that was burying the team in a pile of papwork. Weary they still muttled through, with pot of coffee after pot of coffee.

Amidst the busy day, two senior agents were distracted by the unsettling behavior of one of their own. Emily in particular.

Over the past week Emily has become more closed off, yet she was effective in the field and still able to work efficiently with her team. Under these circumstances Hotch would normally ignore the behavior as a passing phase, but this time he couldn't let it go. The life that once beamed from her eyes was now gone. She would smile briefly in passing and toss around a casual greeting before getting straight to work.

It was middle of the afternoon and Hotch was staring out his office window, watching Emily. Over the past few weeks he had developed a fondness for her. He felt sure this fondess was something that came about because he had been so in tune to her emotions and behavior. Often he found himself staring at her unconciously. Her sensuous smell, delectible lips and womanly figure were almost more than the Unit Chief could stand. When his hormones would override his sensibility, he poured himself back into a case file as a distraction.

Today Hotch had not reached a point where he felt the need to distract himself and instead found himself studying Emily's behavior, worrying over what might be causing her to act strangely when out of the clear blue, Agent Miller from the third floor came walking into the bull pen. Hotch stood up at his desk, for a better visual advantage. His instincts told him that this Agent had something to do with Emily's distinct change. He reached for a book from his book case, so as not to seem so obvious while he watched their interaction.

Just a few doors down Agent Rossi was also concerned for Emily. He too had noticed her odd behavior and doused spirit. It appeared to him as if she had been hurt not by something but by someone. As he watched Agent Miller walk into the bull pen and approach her desk something gave him an eerie feeling that Agent Miller was the culprit. Rossi did not try to appear discreet, unlike Hotch he just stood watching intently.

It was over the past year Agent Miller and Emily had developed a friendly relationship. Not romantic of any sorts but definitely friendly. They often teased back and forth and then a week ago Emily started reacting differently to him. She would give him the casual smile and maybe a friendly nod, not offering to indulge him with even a simple conversation. Rossi noticed when Agent Miller pressed her to react to him she pulled away, almost completely refusing eye contact.

Emily had a dominant, confident personality and the lack of eye contact was submissive. Agent Miller's presence regardless of whether he was one foot away or in the same room affected Emily's interpersonal space. The last few days every time he approached her, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and struggled through the conversation until it was over and yet she never played the mad card. She remained nice to him and awkwardly distant at the same time.

Currently, Emily was so buried in her paperwork that she was caught off guard when Agent Miller placed his hands on her shoulders. She jumped, quickly realizing she overreacted drawing too much attention to them. Emily quickly stood to her feet and faced the male agent, so her back wasn't too him. Immediately her arms crossed in front of her as she took a seat on the edge of her desk, I wish he would just go away. An in-sincere smile plastered her face as she said, "Hey bud, how's it going?"

Agent Miller seemed to be oblivious to the sarcasm, nieve almost as to how he was making Emily feel. Little did everyone know what he had really done, "I'm good how are you?"

"I'm really busy, I should get back to work. It's good to see you though." Emily mustered a bold face lie, looking out of the corner of her eye to make sure the other agents weren't watching and they were not.

Agent Miller reached in his jacket pocket, "I thought I'd bring you, "Tales of the City." After watching that youtube video you seemed like you might be interested."

Emily took the box set, "Thank you, I'll definitely watch it. I appreciate you bringing them by." She laid the set on her desk and grabbed a file, "I need to make some copies." When Emily started walking towards the copier she hated to turn her back to him, but it would be blatently weird if she walked backwards to the copier machine. Silently she cringed hoping not to feel a hand graze across her backside. Unconciously she was holding her breath, clutching the file against her chest then like a shot in the dark she felt it. "Don't, please." She whispered looking around the room to see if anyone had saw and they didn't. Her head shot to Hotch's office window and he seemed to buried in a book, pacing around his office, probably to stretch his legs. Oh, I wish someone would see.

Agent Miller thought she was being coy, that she liked it and was playing hard to get but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Emily thought that maybe this flirting and nievety was stemming from in-experience as a young was raised in a Christian school until he graduated. He married the only girl he ever dated, had two kids and went to church every opportunity he had. To beat it all Emily had shared with him her liking Aaron Hotchner.

Since the begining Emily had always thought their friendship was mutual and that most recently this over display of sexuality was a childish way of seducing her. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, she thought this phase would pass. Every opportunity she got she would remind him of his wife and kids, but in his eyes she could see he was falling for her.

Concerning the subtle grabs and inappropriate touching, Emily didn't make a scene or mention anything because it was embarassing, always in public and every single time he caught her off guard. She thought it would eventually stop but still it continued.

"I'll see you later." Agent Miller waved good bye making his way out of the bull pen.

Act casual Emily, "Yeah see ya soon, thanks for "Tales of the City." Can't wait to watch it."

"No problem."

Emily walked the rest of the way to the copier and started monotonously making copies, right now it was the loudest thing in the bull pen, fearing she was drawing attention to herself, but she looked around and realized everyone was still acting as normal.

Emily new the right thing to do would be to turn him in, but now she had let it go too far, letting her make it seem like she wanted it, especially now if she did tell someone. Every day she beat herself down wishing she would have stopped it the first time it happened.

The First "Mishap"

Emily was carrying the last box of office supplies into the storage room. Agent Miller happened to be bagging the trash from where they had been unpacking multiple boxes. When she set the box down Agent miller reached up and grabbed her boob and went straight back to putting trash in the bag. It was that quick, just like it had never happened.

Emily's jaw dropped. This good man, her friend, had betrayed her by groping her breast. No words escaped her mouth and before she could muster something to say or react Morgan walked in to grab some empty file folders. She wasn't about to say anything about it now, letting Morgan know what just happened.

"It's nice to get supplies, but it always makes such a big mess." Morgan stated as he walked by.

"That's for sure." Agent Miller responded.

Emily was still wondering if it had really happened.

Morgan's back was to them now as he reached onto the storage shelves.

Emily was still trying to process the un-wanted action when she felt two fingers sweep between her legs. She pushed Agent Miller's hand away and he casually went back to picking up the last few pieces of bubble wrap.

Morgan turned around, "Prentiss you want me to take anything to your desk, I know that stapler of yours has been giving you trouble and for the past few days you have been stealing my paper clips."

"Uh...yeah stapler and paper clips would be great thanks. I'm going to finish up here and then I'll be there."

Agent Miller grabbed the couple bags of trash and said, "I'll see you later."

"Bye." Emily said before being left alone, in the storage room.

End of First "Mishap"

While Emily was finishing up her copies, Hotch was fuming over what he just saw. Why didn't she react, why didn't she fight him? Emily was a private person, yes but to let something like that happen and not put an end to it was out of character. Hotch struggled with what to do. One of his agents was just sexually harassed. Maybe she wanted it? No, not Emily, she wasn't that kind of person. Moments later Hotch's pacing was interupted when his office phone began to ring, he took a seat in his chair, "Hotchner?"

Rossi began, "Don't tell me you were reading a book, you saw what just happened didn't you?" Rossi could see Hotch's office from his own and knew Hotch was watching Emily. They had only just discussed her behavior last night over a good glass of scotch.

"I saw."

"What are you going to do?" Rossi asked.

"I don't know. She's not reporting it." Hotch sighed in frustration.

"My guess, that is not the first time it has happened."

"I think you're right, but I have to do something."

Rossi offered a suggestion, "Just be careful how you approach her. You know how she assumes and if you question her abilities or work you could create more trouble than it's worth."

"You're right." The senior agents were quiet a moment. "I have an idea."

"Let me know how it turns out." Rossi said before disconnecting the call.

Hotch sat at his desk and waited for Emily to return to hers. When she did he casually stood up and walked to the top of the catwalk. Very authoritatively he said, "Prentiss, can I see you in my office please." It wasn't harsh enough to make her seem as if she was in trouble, but demanding enough to seem serious.

Emily looked up, "Coming." She ignored the looks of the other agents and began the walk to his office. Of course Hotch could get the attention of the whole bull pen but a swipe across my backside was totally ignored. Emily was a little frustrated but hid it well.

Hotch waited for her at his door. He stood aside letting Emily enter first and noticed how she would barely turn her back to him, she almost walked in his office backwards. "Have a seat."

"Is there a problem, sir?" Emily asked as she took a seat.

Hotch closed the door, "No in-fact your work has been exceptional." He told her as he took a seat behind his desk to face her.

"Thank you." Emily gave him a curious look, while an awkward moment of silence hung in the air.

Hotch was hoping Emily would offer something about what happened, but nothing. She is so hot with that cute look on her face, he thought to himself, the most real expression I've seen all week. The silence had lasted long enough, "You have been with this team for over a year now and I want you to know that you are a part of this team. If there is anything that you feel you need to talk about my door is always open." Good job Aaron those two sentences did not go together at all. At least Emily isn't giving me a weird face, slamming by confident approach.

"I appreciate that, thank you." She replied.

Hotch was struggling for something else to say, he didn't want her to leave. The situation needed to be addressed but he couldn't just come out and say it. "Well I guess that's all."

Emily stood to leave.

"Prentiss?"

"Yes, sir?" Emily was begining to question if Hotch knew something. Did he see? If he saw, why won't he just ask me about it? He knows I can't lie.

Hotch looked down at his files then back up at her beaming, brown eyes, "I know I'm not the most approachable..."

Emily smiled the most sincere smile she had all week and could see Hotch was struggling. He was showing some real emotion. "I understand sir, you don't have to explain." It was obvious he wanted her to talk to him and not anyone else, even though talking to someone else would be perfectly acceptable. Inside she literally felt butterflies, her heart trembled. Hotch was getting to her, but anything more than a professional relationship would be unacceptable in her mind.

"Well then, I expect those files by the end of the day." Hotch let out a subtle breath and was glad that was over, he just wished Emily would have said something.

"Of course." Emily left his office and went straight to work.

The next morning Emily went for her usual morning run. Her Mp3 was strapped to her arm and phone was held loosely in her hand. Soon she heard the familiar ding of a text message being recieved, through the voice of Aerosmith ringing through her ears. She stopped to look at her phone, it was from Agent Miller. When she opened the message it read, Good Morning Beautiful.

Emily texted him back, Good Morning. Emily took off running again when almost immediately her phone went off once more. She stopped.

The message from Agent Miller read, I've been thinking about you, would you like me to send a picutre?

A picture of what? Emily thought to herself. No I'm good have a great day! Emily started running again and her phone went off. She stopped and looked at it, it was a picture this time. When she opened the message, there it was a picture of his hard penis. At first she didn't think it was his, that he would actually send her a picture of his own appendage. This reserved family man was now getting off on her in the mornings. Where is his wife at? Does she know he's taking a picture of himself. Should I respond, should I not?

Another message came in from Agent Miller, Are you impressed?

Where is your wife? And are you just kidding or is it really yours? Emily responded.

On the couch and yes it is.

It is his, what do I say? Should I ignore it? Okay, I was not expecting that. Have a good day. After Emily sent the message she knew it was not the appropriate response but she did not want to hurt his feelings. Who am I? When did she start keeping people's feelings from getting hurt. She didn't want to create friction at work then everyone would notice. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. When would it end? How would she get him to stop?

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