I was listening to The Script's song "Breakeven" and the idea for this story hit me like a train. It's full of angst because it's about unrequited love, but do try and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show or The Script.
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"You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces." – Patsy Cline.
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Emily felt her body give a defeated sigh as she let herself fall into the folds of her warm bed and covered herself in the array of cream and red blankets, so only the top of her head remained visible.

She picked up the remote for her CD player from her bedside licker and used it to turn on some type of music to distract her, before she closed her eyes and lit the musical rhythm comfort her.

Rather than sleep however, she let the thoughts of what had happened earlier that evening come barging back to the forefront of her mind, as they refused to be pushed into the boxes where they belonged.

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Flashback:

The team had been out for the night due to a rare weekend when they weren't working or away on a case, and she'd been having a good time, she was a little tipsy after three beers, but she wouldn't call herself drunk.

Yes, Emily certainly wasn't drunk, because if she was she may not have been aware of where Aaron Hotchner currently had his hands, placed firmly on her lower hips, as they both swayed in time to the club's heavy beat, and as they casually ground their hips together flirtatiously, almost couple like.

It was because of this swaying and grinding going on between them, on the heated club floor, that she'd done what she'd done... She hadn't meant to but she had, and it had been based purely on lust and impulse.

She knew no one on the team would notice, Morgan and Garcia being too wrapped up in one another on the opposite end of the dance floor... their dancing being slightly over flirtatious as usual... and the rest of the team having left early.

She could feel him grinding into her, she could feel his strong arms wrap around her back and pull her flush against him, so she'd done it... she'd snaked her hand to the back of his head and pulled him down until his head was level with hers and she'd kissed him.

She felt him tense for a moment before giving in to the kiss and parting her lips with his tongue to gain access to her mouth as he pulled her impossibly closer, and continued to move slowly to the beat of the music, still letting her hips grind into him, and vice versa.

The kiss was magical, and a moment that Emily had dreamt about for god only knows how long... but the dream quickly ended as, just as she could feel her knee's begin to buckle, Hotch pulled away from her, walked to the table they'd been sitting at, picked up his jacket and left without a word.

Emily had just stood there, surrounded by strangers who were still dancing to the beat as they had been moments before, as she tried to figure out what had happened and why he'd just run off.

After a long moment of standing in shock her brain kicked into gear and she ran towards the exit, and across the car park to where she could see Hotch standing by his SUV.

"Aaron." She called timidly, feeling that calling him Hotch was too formal after what had happened.

"Don't call me that." Hotch snapped back as he turned to face Emily. "What the hell was that back there Prentiss?" He shouted at her.

His use of her second name hit Emily life a bullet, and it took her a moment to regain her senses, so she could answer him back.

"That, Sir, was me kissing you and you kissing me back." She shouted in return, showing that she could pack just as strong a punch as he could.

"Why the hell did you kiss me?" He demanded to know, his rage now getting mixed up with confusion.

"You're the profiler Hotch, why the hell do you think?" Emily replied, feeling anger rise inside her at Hotch's reaction to the situation.

"Well I wouldn't be fucking asking you if I knew." Hotch shouted, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Emily closed her eyes as he spoke and as the words hit her she felt something inside her snap, and just like that she felt the rage that she was normally good at locking away let loose.

"I kissed you because I fucking love you." Emily screamed as hot, burning tears of rage streamed down her cheeks, her words echoing into the DC air and being slowly drown out by the traffic. "I always have, and I regret to inform you, but I probably always will." She hissed, as she wiped the tears from her face, angry at herself for letting Hotch see them.

There was a silence... a gripping silence like one from a horror movie, right before someone dies, that now hung in the car park like a bad smell, neither person wanting to break it, both hoping the other person would speak first.

Eventually the club door opened as a young couple walked out, and the sudden burst of music, abet only a small one, and was enough to drag Emily and Hotch out of their heads and back to the club car park on a busy Friday night in DC.

"I'm going to leave now." Emily whispered, her throat feeling raw from shouting. "I've said my part, and I guess you've said yours so..." She trailed off, as she turned towards the street, hoping to get a cab quickly.

"Emily, no wait." Hotch called after her, "Emily please..." He called louder, but she ignored him, knowing that if she turned back now her emotions would still be too raw to face him.

He'd broken her to pieces tonight and now she had to try and reassemble herself.

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Emily felt a tear escape her eye as she gave a shuddering breath, wrapping her body even tighter in the blankets. She lay like this, not trusting herself even to get out of bed and take off her makeup, as her legs suddenly felt weak and lifeless.

After a while she heard the calming beat of "Breakeven" by The Script slowly fill up her room, and she couldn't help but smile a bitter smile as she listened to the lyrics and realised just how much the song related to her at this moment.

As the words "I'm falling to pieces" sang out over the speakers she couldn't help but nod her head subconsciously, knowing exactly how that felt.
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There, unrequited love, as promised! There's going to be two more chapters, so... Tell me what you thought and thanks for reading. =)