Emily sighed as she strapped on her biker gloves. She smiled slightly as she saw the tips of her fingers sticking out of the gloves, her clear fingernails staring up at her.

Strauss and the rest of the head of the unit had made the team go into a retraining program, all because of their last case. The California heat had made everyone a little high tempered when they took their Unsub into custody. Practically the whole team had burst into a frenzy when he gave JJ an insult, and of course, Strauss was there to capture the whole scene.

So for their 'retraining', they were required to spend six hours, for five work days, in the basement of the BAU, working on their fighting skills and shooting. And, according to Strauss, they all had to work on their 'anger management'.

Emily took the elastic from her wrist and quickly put her curled hair into a ponytail. "Who's up for a fight?"

The rest of the team shook their heads, slowly backing away from their fierce brunette.

Emily scoffed, showing an amused grin. "Seriously? None of you guys want to fight me? It's not like I'm gonna hurt you."

Morgan scoffed as he ran a hand over his bald head. "You nearly broke my nose last time."

"That was a tiny accident."

"It was fatal."

"And you almost broke my arm!"

"Get over it Reid, you need to workout more."

"No I don't!"

Emily laughed as everyone else began taking her side, gaining up on Reid. She quickly turned as a hand landed on her shoulder, and her eyes widened as she stared up at her boyfriend.

"Up for a fight?"

Emily smiled slightly, a slight gleam in her eye. "You want to fight your girlfriend?"

Hotch nodded, giving her a peck on her lips. "Only if she's not scared to get her cute little ass beat."

Emily's chuckle echoed around the basement as they got situated on the mat. "Oh! You know what's fun?"

"What?"

"Stage fighting!"

Hotch's eyes stared over to his girlfriend as his eyebrows shot up. "Stage fighting? Like fake fighting for movies and TV shows?"

Emily nodded excitedly, gaining chuckles from the team, who was sitting over against the wall to watch.

Hotch shrugged as Emily tightened her ponytail. "I guess that sounds good, although I don't have practice in that… uh, area."

Emily smirked as she got into her fiercest fight stance. "Bring it on, big boy."

Only a minute into the 'fight', Emily was down on the floor, her eyes shut tight and a bloody nose dripping down onto the crystal blue mat, with every profiler on their team surrounding her.

"God Em, are you ok?"

"Sugarplum!"

"Dear God, Emily!"

Emily groaned before spitting blood from her mouth. "Oh, will you all just shut up!"

Rossi immediately stood back while JJ and Garcia helped her stand. "Yup. I think she's ok."

Emily smirked at the older profiler, but immediately winced at the pain that shot from her nose, up to her head. "Fuck, that seriously hurts!"

Morgan made his way over Hotch, only to give him an equal blow to the nose.

"DEREK!"

He turned to see Emily, a hand over her nose that was bleeding down onto her chin. "Why did you do that?"

"He punched you Em!"

"It's not like he meant to do it!"

Morgan then turned back to Hotch, holding Emily back behind him. Hotch groaned slightly as he slowly stood, his hand holding his nose. "Morgan, that was completely out of line. Why the fuck would you do that to me?"

"You punched Emily!"

Hotch shook his head slowly, taking his hand away to see a tiny speck of blood on his finger.

"Oh, come on!"

Everyone turned to a frowning Emily, who was now wiping her nose with a tissue. "Why do I bleed like this and you barely get shit?" She winced slightly as JJ held an icepack to her nose, and she watched as her boyfriend slowly made his way to her.

"Emily, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

Emily nodded as she rubbed her hand down his muscular arm. "I know you didn't, it's alright. But hell, I didn't know what those unsubs got until now. And babe, you can pack quite the punch." She looked up to see tears in his dark eyes, and slowly let him take the icepack in his hand and put it on the bruising tip of her nose. "Sweetheart, I don-"

Emily shook her head, a tear falling down her cheek as she held her hand to his cheek. "It's ok. I know."

The team watched quietly as the brunette couple shared a small hug, before Hotch laid a kiss on the younger woman's head.

JJ leaned over slightly and whispered to Derek as she watched Emily give her boyfriend a watery smile. "Do you see the way they're looking at each other?

Derek nodded his head as he glared at his supervisor. "Of course. He feels bad and he should. He punched my best friend in the face, he deserves to feel shitty."

"No, not that. Emily usually would have given him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. But she forgave him right away. It looks like a routine. Like they've done it before."

Derek and JJ shared a worried look as they looked back to the brunette couple in front of them.

Something wasn't right.