Chapter Eight: Home

Emily Prentiss sat on Hotch's couch staring off into space. She had just been released from the hospital two days ago and despite the fact that she was still extremely shaken up and her neck was still covered in deep purple bruises she would live; thanks to one Aaron Hotchner. She hadn't been getting much sleep and every time that she closed her eyes she could still see his face. When she had finally woken up in the hospital from her morphine induced slumber she remembered where she had seen him before. She had bumped into him at a bar. Normally her creep radar worked perfectly but this time it failed her and it almost cost her, her life.

She jumped slightly when she heard the door open but she sighed with relief when she saw Hotch walk into the apartment and take a seat next to her on the couch.

"How are you doing?" He asked sincerely. "Everyone at work sends their regards and Reid said something about statistically how long it takes for a victim to get over an attack but I forgot the numbers."

Emily smiled at that, it was so typically Reid. "I'll be okay it's just going to take some time."

Hotch leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. "I know you Emily, you'll be fine."

THE END?

A/N: There will be a sequel of sorts to this but with a whole new case but there will still be a Hotch/Prentiss paring. It will just be a much more developed one. Thanks for reading and I hope you check out my other story. All of your reviews really kept me going and I love you all for posting them.