I'm not really sure where I want to take this story, but from what I've written so far I like it…I just have to figure out where I want it to go. So if you have any suggestions let a girl know lol! Enjoy!

Aaron Hotchner glared at himself in the mirror. How did it turn into this? When, would probably be a better question. It wasn't always this way. He used to be poised and able to hold a real conversation. He was completely unsure about when that changed.

The attraction had always been there. How could it not be? She was beautiful. Stunning actually. The way her dark hair cascaded around her face made her lovely, and even when her locks were pulled into a tight ponytail she was still breathtaking, and knowing that it was up because she was going to kick ass made her even more appealing.

His feelings for her escalated over time. Slowly he became more aware of her, and how she treated everyone on the team. He admired her ability to be like a big sister to Reid, and how she could always come back at Morgan with a comment when he tried to be smooth or funny. How she protected her friends.

Hotch even admired how she tried to take care of him. Searching for him when he didn't show up to work that fateful day, and picking him up when he finally returned to work. Offering to watch Jack or just stopping by randomly incase he was in the mood for an adult conversation. Maybe that's when his infatuation with the beauty began: he couldn't be sure and all he knew for sure was that he fell for her. Hook, line and sinker.

Hotch's glare softened as he tightened his tie and took a deep breath. He was going to talk to her today and he was nervous. She made him nervous. And if there was ever a time to have guts and to ignore the butterflies roaming around in his stomach it was today. So with one final glance Hotch stated these words with confidence to his reflection.

"Emily Prentiss will not make me nervous today. Tell her." And with that he looked up and made his way to work.

Emily was already seated at her desk when Hotch walked into the bullpen. Instinctively looking up as she saw someone walking up, a large smile crossed her face.

"Good morning Hotch," she beamed.

"Morning Prentiss." Without another word or glance he quickly made it up to his office and leaned against the door. "Talk to her stupid," he chastised himself. "Morning Prentiss was the best you could do?" he mumbled. "Get it together Aaron!"

Taking a deep breath he walked out of his office to get some coffee. As he was pouring Emily walked up and pushed her cup next to his and he filled it.

"Thanks," she said as she reached for the Splenda.

"Of course."

Taking a step closer, Emily tilted her head and whispered so only he'd hear. "Are you alright?"

Arching an eyebrow Hotch nodded. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

Shrugging softly she smiled. "I don't know, you just seem different today. It's like you're on a mission but don't know how to get there."

"No, I'm fine," he lied. In all honesty his palms were sweating profusely and his mouth was dry.

"Well if you need anything, I'm here," Emily informs him as she placed her hand lightly on his arm just as he goes to lift his cup up to his lips and it slips out of his sweaty hand.

"Shit!" he growled. Quickly grabbing paper towels Emily helps Hotch clean up the spill.

Laughing slightly Emily bumps Hotch's shoulder with her own. "You sure you're okay?"

Closing his eyes, "Yes, I'm just nervous."

Throwing away the last paper towel Emily steps closer to Hotch and whispers, "I hope I'm not the reason you're nervous," she states firmly as she brushed past him as she made her way back to her desk, but not before turning back to look at his face and winking.

Hotch dropped his cup again and quickly cleaned up his mess before giving up on getting coffee this morning and left his cup abandoned on the counter as he avoided eye contact with the vixen as he made it back to his office. This was going to be a long day.