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Emily felt disgusted and embarrassed as she walked through the glass doors. It was like walking into a room totally naked, exposed and vulnerable. Who knew? Did everyone see? These were questions running through her mind. Her eyes scanned the room; no one was looking at her, were they just ignoring the truth? What were they saying behind my back? Emily looked at Morgan who was working tediously at his desk, did he tell? Did he see? What does he think of me know? He probably thinks I wanted it.

Emily couldn't stand there a moment longer; she had to set things straight. I need to talk to Hotch. She couldn't stand living in paranoia, not knowing who knew or who didn't or what people were thinking. The situation was beginning to affect her job and her daily living. She had become distant from her friends. There was no enjoying life anymore, it was a waiting game of when and where Agent Miller would show up and when she would receive another text message.

Emily turned towards the catwalk when she felt a hand brush her firm and nicely rounded backside. Quickly she turned, pulling away from the unwanted intrusion.

"Afternoon." Agent Miller greeted her with a repugnant smile, while slyly slipping his hand into his trouser pocket.

Emily didn't react and in all reality didn't have time to due to Morgan inserting his presence in the situation.

Morgan looked up from his paperwork, Agent Miller's voice had grabbed his attention. He turned around swiftly in his chair and he saw Emily standing with her arms crossed protectively in front of her body. Something happened, again, he thought to himself.

Agent Miller never missed a beat, looked right at Morgan and said, "Good afternoon to you, Derek Morgan." He was acting casual as if nothing happened, as if there was no incident in front of the bathrooms or as if he didn't just run his hand across Emily's butt to cop a feel.

Morgan stood to his feet, obviously defensive, "Aren't you supposed to be on the third floor?"

"I've been called to an important meeting with David Rossi." He gloated.

Morgan smiled. Finally, he's going to get what he deserves. Why else would Rossi call him to his office?

Emily saw the look on Morgan's face, something was up. "What is it?" She whispered to Morgan, not wanting to let Agent Miller hear her as he continued to Rossi's office.

Morgan turned his attention back to Emily. He lost his smile and his eyes were caring, "Are you okay?"

Emily nodded affirmitavely. He didn't answer my question, he's avoiding the obvious. Everybody knows, I'm the slut of the FBI, but why would Morgan ask me if I'm okay?

"Prentiss." A firm voice came from a top the catwalk.

Emily jumped, dropping her arms to hang at her sides and then rolled her eyes, "Does he have to be so loud?" She asked Morgan.

"You know Hotch." Morgan replied, slightly shrugging his shoulders.

Emily made the walk to Hotch's office slowly. The closer she got the more her arms started to ascend, crossing back in front of her body. Here it goes, the blame. Everyone thinks I wanted this, but how could they? Miller beat me to it and got to them first. Then what about Morgan? Why was he so defensive? What was that look about? Somebody knows something. She entered Hotch's office and stopped just inside the doorway, "You wanted to see me?"

Hotch was sitting at his desk, "Close the door."

Emily pushed the door closed and just stood by it, it's too late. I missed my chance to tell him and now he is going to let me go. She couldn't look at him, the shame was almost more than she could stand, if he only knew the truth.

It was all Hotch could do not to run towards Emily and hold her in his arms. She looked so alone and lost. Maintaining his professionalisim he said, "Please sit down."

Emily could feel her eyes begining to sting wtih tears and she answered, "I'd rather stand and if your going to let me go, just please do me a favor..." Emily made eye contact with Hotch and finished, "Don't drag it out."

Hotch stood to his feet and closed his office blinds. "I'm not going to let you go." He told her.

Emily dropped her arms, "So are you going to suspend me without pay? I'd rather just be let go." She told him talking with her hands, before letting them land loosely at her sides.

Hotch was begining to feel bad at how he had approached the situation. Emily felt she was the one being repromanded when that was the farthest thing from the truth. He needed to talk to her to get validation of the sexual harassment, so he could pin it on Agent Miller. "You are not in trouble, please have a seat. I'd like to talk if we could." Hotch tried to convince her.

Emily tilted her head sideways out of curiosity and reluctantly took a seat. "Okay." She agreed. So instead I'm getting a lecture, I guess that's better than losing my job but the humiliation is almost more than I can stand.

Hotch had a hard time maintaining eye contact as he prepared to ask Emily a very forward and personal question. It was a question that would sure embarass her but he had to ask, "There is no comfortable way to ask this, but I have a question and I want you to tell me the truth." Hotch said.

Emily nodded, waiting for the question.

Hotch took a breath and then looked straight at Emily, "Has Agent Miller touched you, inappropriately?" The prolonged silence following his question and Emily's loss in eye contact answered his question undoubtedly. Her behavior told him everything. She had been violated and taken advantage of.

Emily could feel her face flush red. She looked away from Hotch and couldn't help the few tears that trailed down her cheeks. She intentionally hung her head hoping her hair would hide the sadness on her face.

Hotch couldn't help himself, he stood up and took a seat in the chair next to her, "How many instances..."

Emily interupted him, anticipating the question, "Too many to count." Her voice wavered with emotion, but now she was looking at Hotch. His face was concerned, caring and ready to listen. He made her feel comfortable and she opened up, "I didn't know what to do. The first time he touched me I thought it may have been an accident and he was too embarassed to apologize. The second time I brushed it off as a coincidence and the times after that were always in the open, forcing me not to say anything. I didn't want to make a scene, I didn't want anyone to know. I thought if I ignored it he would stop, but instead it got worse."

Hotch listened intently and he was soon begining to understand why Emily had reacted to the situation like she did.

Emily continued without Hotch's persistence, "You know Agent Miller. He was this nice, church going, family man. He was our friend, my friend and he took advantage of that. I had even got to know his family and I just kept thinking, if I made a scene or said something then somehow this would all get turned around on me." Emily placed her elbows on her knees and rested her head in her hands.

Hotch didn't know if he should place a hand on her back to be comforting or just sit in awkwardness, when gratefully his phone started to ring, "Excuse me." he said.

Emily stood up to leave.

"Stay, please." Hotch said before answering his phone.

Emily stopped by the door and turned around to wait uncomfortably while Hotch took his call.

"Hotchner."

"It's Rossi, Agent Miller just left and like you thought he turned all this around on Emily."

"Thank you." Hotch hung up. Hotch remained standing and said, "It's only fair to tell you that Rossi and I saw a couple of instances where Agent Miller harassed you. Now I want you to tell me do you have any proof of Agent Miller harassing you besides what we saw?"

"I can't believe you...you saw. Oh God." Emiliy said exasperated. She had never felt so violated, she couldn't believe they had saw even though it did validate that she was telling the truth. "Why is it important?" Emily paused and could see Hotch was hiding something, "There is something your not telling me."

Hotch couldn't hold back the truth and explained, "Agent Miller just met with Rossi and he pinned everything on you. The only thing that would nail him to the wall, is you letting myself and Rossi explain to Strauss what has happened. We would tell her what we saw and that would also mean you having to explain everything again."

Emily took a seat on his couch and thought a moment. She wiped the tears away from her eyes and sniffled.

"There is one other thing, if you are willing to come forward." Hotch moved over to his couch and took a seat next to her.

"What?" Emily sighed.

"We could tell Garcia and she could pull video footage, but that would mean letting her know what happened." Hotch unconciously placed a hand in the middle of Emily's back, "It's up to you on how you want this to play out and if it helps, I don't want this guy to get away with what he did to you."

He does care and he cares about me. Emily could hear Hotch becoming defensive and her stomach started to tie in knots, in a good and excited way. "I also have the option to not say anything at all, right?"

"Yes." Hotch removed his hand from her back. "I wish you wouldn't do that."

Emily didn't like Hotch pulling his hand away from her. She wanted him close and part of her needed him. "Why do you care so much?" Emily asked quietly, not sure if she crossed some type of boundary by asking that particular question.

Hotch paused before answering and after a moment's thought he decided to answer that professionally insted of personally. "I care about each member of this team and..." The words ran out, he couldn't say it, he couldn't say how he felt about his team. In essence they were his family but never has he had to put into words what they mean to him.

For the first time Emily could see Hotch struggling, but that's all it took for her to realize how much they all did mean to him and she understood. His silence spoke volumes. Tenderly she placed her hand on top of Hotch's, "I understand, you don't have to explain."

"Then you'll turn him in?" Hotch asked hopefully feeling Emily's soft hand embrace the top of his. While waiting for her answer he returned the favor and placed his hand on top of hers. It was a bold move because he saw Emily immediately react by looking down at their hands intermingled, touching, crossing a professional boundary.

Emily's heart began to pace. She found comfort from Hotch's touch. It was assuring and told her she wasn't alone. "I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. How can I not when I see how much you care? It makes me want to care about myself."

"Good." Hotch replied. "Now I have one more thing to tell you."

"Shoot." Emily told him, feeling an old confidence growing inside her.

"I want you to know your not alone. I will be there with you every step of the way."

Emily felt the emotion welling up in her eyes, "I would like that."

Hotch smiled.

"You're smiling." Emily told him, stating the obvious.

"No body is hurting you anymore and that's worth smiling for." Hotch surprised himself with what he said and almost retracted his statement to explain what he meant and decided not to; instead he sat with Emily and the longer he sat there with their hands intertwined the more comfortable it became. Suddenly he could feel Emily tighten her grip around his hand and he squeezed back.

"Thank you...thank you for everything and for your tact in handling this situation."

"Of course."

Emily took a deep breath still clinging to Hotch, "So when do I do this?" She found herself leaning on him, pulling from his strength.

"This afternoon if your ready." Hotch said with encouragement, knowing she could do this. He could now tell by the expression on her face she was going to be okay. The old Emily was back and ready to fight.

Emily sat a little straighter and said, "Then let's get to it."

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