Disclaimed!

Here's the first chapter of Because love sometimes hurts (and the link)!

Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read 'A Change is gonna come.'

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Their kiss intensified and Emily knew it was wrong the moment she turned up at the suburban house, so late in the night.

She'd broken so many promises in the spate of one half hour. What they were doing was wrong and she knew that, but no matter how guilty the profiler felt, being with this man had become a regular occurrence and somehow he made her hopeful.

He made her hopeful, that just maybe, her life wasn't over yet and that she still had a future in love.

The team had been away for the last ten days and the case didn't particularly go in the small units favour and after all they saw, the brunette's rationale was that she just needed a friend.

It was well after midnight, so the brunette's friend and colleague, should have been home from the office. They could talk and she would feel as though her past indiscretions never actually happened and they could help each other with the inevitable nightmares that were to come, by drinking wine and watching a crappy movie.

Even if in the background she was steeling longing glances.

But now, as she lay back on the cream bedspread she knew things had quickly got out of hand even though secretly she was more than happy to go along for the ride.

Somehow they made it up to the master bedroom, with a trail of clothes left behind them on the stairs. Emily knew she should just push the heavier man off her and tell him it was a mistake.

She hadn't come to the small house to see him. There was a line they both consciously drew at the beginning of their liaisons. Whatever went on between them would never happen in this house, especially when his young son slept in the room opposite the master.

However, as soon as their eyes met, they both knew how this evening was going to end, even if they didn't think it was going to end exactly like this. Wordlessly they became immersed in each other and for the last thirty minutes they'd been connected as one, in the dimly lit bedroom.

Emily had a knot in the stomach the moment the front door opened and he gave her that lopsided smile of his. She was hiding a secret from him and this way, by giving herself to him, she could feel as though she wasn't keeping something from him, something he deserved to know.

No, the profiler was only lying to everyone else in her life. If anyone had found out about what was going on between them, Prentiss was pretty sure everyone she loved would turn against her. After all she'd be hurting good people.

In between the soft groans and lustfully engaged eye contact, they never heard the car pull into the drive way. Nor did they hear the front door open, or the soft footsteps creep up the stairs.

No, the moment they realised they weren't alone, was when the bedroom door hesitantly creaked opened. The caught couple instantly separated and cringed as they were faced with an icy cold stare.

The pair expected screaming and objects being thrown at them, instead the response was worse.

'Fuck,' screamed through Emily's mind as she saw the betrayal permeating from the woman's face as she silently backed out of her own room that her partner, the father of her child, was only supposed to share with her.

He wasn't supposed to share it with anyone else. Especially not with the wide eyed brunette, sitting up straight like a deer caught in the headlights, whilst half covered by the cream bed sheet.

Turning towards her shocked lover, Emily watched as he took a seat back on the edge of the bed after he shot up and out of the covers at the sight of his girlfriend hovering in the doorway, moments earlier.

"What are we going to do?" Prentiss asked shakily, her eyes closed instantly at the sound of the front door slamming shut downstairs.

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