Well Here is another one! My brain keeps forgetting about doing this one and I finally remembered! Yay! Hope you all enjoy!

"Good morning." Emily said cheerfully, taking a seat across from Reid's desk.

Reid looked inquisitively at her.

"What?" Emily said, sporting a bright smile.

"I don't know, but you seem different lately."

Emily tilted her head, "Okay?"

Morgan took a seat on the edge of Emily's desk, "I agree with Reid." He took a sip of his coffee.

Suddenly JJ came frantically into the bull pen, "We have a case."

Reid, Morgan and Emily noticed the urgency in JJ's demeanor and tone of voice. "It's going to be a bad one." Morgan said.

"Yep." Emily stated.

"They all are." Reid said standing up.

The three agents walked the stairs onto the catwalk. Rossi filed in behind Emily, "It's 80 degrees outside."

Emily looked behind her, "And good morning to you, Rossi."

"Why are you wearing a sweater?" He said pulling out his chair.

Emily looked around the room and noticed Morgan, Reid, Garcia and JJ were looking at her. Playing it off she said, "You and Hotch practically wear long sleeves everyday of the year, what's the big deal if I want to wear a sweater?"

"It's not your normal behavior." Reid inferred while opening the case file.

Hotch walked through the door, "Okay let's get started."

Thank you Hotch, saved by the bell. Emily was glad to have the attention off her.

JJ pressed a button on the remote, "Good news and bad news. Good news is its local and everything else is bad news."

Local, no, Emily thought. She felt her breathing start to quicken and immediately got it back under control before drawing any attention to herself. Her face felt hot, she was embarassed they may have seen her starting to panic, they didn't see that did they? What if they saw? Do they know? Why did Rossi have to ask about my sweater? Emily diverted her thoughts and focused on the screen, looking at picture after picture of brutally beaten women. Normally the brutality wouldn't have been so repulsive, but today she just couldn't handle it. She forced herself to look away and swallowed hard.

"Emily?" Morgan asked.

Emily shot her head up and looked at Morgan, realizing she hadn't heard a word JJ or any of the team members had said. Once again all the attention was on her. Quickly she saved herself by saying, "These women could be surrogates." Emily was hopeful that no one had already drawn that conclusion and when Morgan responded she let out a sigh of relief.

Morgan looked to Emily, "If that's the case it's only a matter of time before he goes after the woman he's really mad at."

"Well we will try not to let that happen." Hotch said. "Reid and JJ work on victimology. Morgan you and Emily go to the crime scene. Dave and I will go to the ME's office." Hotch stood up and before he left the room he told Emily, "I need to speak with you in my office."

"Yes sir." Emily silently followed him down the catwalk, He knows, well maybe he doesn't. It could be about that report I turned in late. Emily held herself confidently and put on a smile.

Hotch entered his office first and waited for her to enter and closed the door behind her. He didn't take the time to set down or offer her a seat. He stood within arm's reach having a very concerned look on his face. "Is everything okay?"

Emily gave the same tilt to her head as she did earlier with Reid, "Yeah, why?"

Hotch had noticed a change in her behavior over the past several days. She seemed to be overcompensating to make herself look happier than she really was.

Several weeks ago Hotch had developed feelings for her. When Benjamin Cyrus was beating her he heard her every grunt and moan of agony as she was kicked, punched and slammed against walls. It was then he realized how much he didn't want to lose her. She was so courageous, witty, smart, funny and not to mention beautiful. When her battered body wandered at the steps of the building, after the explosion, calling for Reid and Morgan, he wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her everything was okay. Momentarily his arm had raised, but remembering who he was and his professional situation he slowly guided his arm back down. There was no hug or moment of verbal concern. He only watched as she embraced Reid after the ordeal.

Standing there in his office he knew something was up, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. For now he let it go and she walked out the door. Not soon after Emily left with Morgan, Rossi entered Hotch's office, "So did you ask her?"

"No."

Rossi took a seat, "It obvious to me you like her, so why don't you ask her out?"

"Dave we don't have time for this. There is a Medical Examiner waiting to meet with us."

"Fine." He said standing back up. "What did you talk to her about?"

"I simply asked her if she was okay. She's been acting a bit odd lately." Hotch said trying to run through his mind all the possible things that could be wrong with her.

"Tell me about it. Like today she's wearing a sweater and its 80 degrees outside."

"Yeah, well I can't say much there. I wear long sleeves everyday of the year, not to mention you do too."

"That's what she said." Rossi said with a smile. "You still need to ask her out."

"Fine but we'll talk about it later."

"Fair enough."

Later came and Hotch was sitting in his office at 9pm. Everyone had gone home except him. He was trying to buy to time so he could use it as an excuse for why he couldn't go to Emily's even though all of his paper work was finished.

Earlier in the day he finally agreed to ask her out, but then followed with, I might be late at work, we'll see.

Hotch huffed and painfully watched the second hand tick slowly around the clock. Just ask her out already. All she can do is say no, but if she says no then you have to face for her for who knows how long. Hotch tapped his fingers on the desk then in a split second decision, he stood up and headed for Emily's.

Hotch slowly approached Emily's apartment door. This is definitely a bad idea, I should just leave. Hotch turned to walk back down the stairs when he heard a loud thud, coming from her apartment. He wasn't sure what excuse he was going to make but he definitely didn't want to leave after hearing that. Again he walked towards her door. Right before he his knuckles met with the wooden facing he heard another thud, this time more loudly. He didn't wait a second longer and began knocking. "Emily? Are you okay? It's Hotch." Hotch didn't have to wait long before the door opened. He was surprised as to who was standing on the other side, "Agent Buchannan." Hotch said sticking out his hand.

"Agent Hotchner, how have you been?" The Agent said returning his handshake.

"Fine thanks. Is everything okay in here? I heard some loud thuds." Hotch inquired.

Agent Buchannan pushed the door open a little wider to reveal Emily fumbling off the floor.

Hotch took an uninvited step through her door, "Emily are you okay?"

Emily let out a little laugh and a believable one at that. She was rubbing her noggin as she walked up next to Agent Buchannan, "I'm fine, it's stupid really."

"What is?" Hotch asked with a very deep and concerned look on his face.

Emily laughed again, a little less believable this time, "I was trying to ride the banister down the stair case and fell."

"But I heard two…"

Agent Buchannan quickly interjected, "I was the one who came up with the stupid idea. I went first and fell then Emily here tried to show me up and she didn't make it nearly as far as I did. Did you Emily?" He asked wrapping his arm tightly around her torso and pulling her in. Emily just shook her head and returned the gesture.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hotch asked again.

"Yeah, I'm fine, really."

"Okay, well then I'll see you tomorrow." Hotch said dissappointed, it was clear she already another man in her life.

"Tomorrow." She said with a small wave goodbye. Inside she wanted to scream, asking him not to leave, but she couldn't. Agent Buchannan started closing the door with a nod goodbye. Her heart started beating faster. She knew what was going to come and she started to tremble. Right before the door was closed she asked, "Was there a reason you stopped by?"

Agent Buchannan quickly opened the door for him to respond.

"Oh, yeah…uh…I…just wanted to talk to you about an old case. Something's come up and I needed some information, but it can wait till tomorrow." The sudden disappoint on Emily's face was apparent and Hotch wasn't sure why. He had an uneasy feeling and didn't want to leave, but now he had to. Not to mention he was going to have to follow through with his lie the next morning and he had better get a start on that right away.

"Okay, we'll I'll talk to you tomorrow then, in your office."

"It's a date." Hotch said immediately regretting his choice of words. "Goodbye Emily."

"Bye." She said.

Hotch heard the door shut behind him and he stopped, listening. Something was wrong and he didn't want to believe what his instincts told him. Finally after an extended period of silence there was laughter emanating from her apartment. It relieved him for a moment but again he was left with that sickening feeling as he walked down the steps.

Agent Buchannan closed the door and watched through the peephole as Hotch stood still at the top of the steps, like as if he was waiting for something. "Damn it." He muttered to himself. He looked at Emily and said quietly, "Start laughing."

"What?" Emily said pulling out of his arms.

"Start laughing or you'll get it worse than you've already got coming."

Emily forced her laugh along with Agent Buchannan. His trick worked as he again looked out the peephole and Hotch was gone. When Agent Buchannan quit laughing so did Emily. He turned towards her and stalked her as she moved backwards.

Emily was backing away slowly when she went into flight mode and started to run. Agent Buchannan grabbed her by the shirt, slamming her on her back where her head connected fiercely with the hardwood floor.

Emily was stunned by the blunt force, leaving enough time for him to straddle her waist and press her forearms into the floor, above her head. "Was that your boyfriend?"

"No, I promise. He's my supervisor."

"You're lying!" He yelled in her face.

His breath was repulsive and unforgettable. "I'm not, I promise. Please don't hurt me."

"It's a little too late for that." Agent Buchannan raised his fist and connected it with the side of her face, almost knocking her unconscious. After one more blow to even it up he violently raped her, on the floor of her own home.

In the desperate struggle she cried out for help, but no one came.

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