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Glancing down at her watch, Emily paced around the living room waiting for the anticipated knock. She hadn’t been on a date in years and had forgotten about all of the anxiety and insecurity that came with it all. She circled around the living room and walked back and forth in…

Emily stared at him for a brief moment. She exhaled after awhile and nodded, a smile beginning to play on her features and arch up at the corner of her lips. “I guess that works.” She nodded slowly and glanced down at their joint hands. She hadn’t even realized they were holding hands as they walked. “Come on.” She pulled him forward, holding her hand up and catching the next cab’s attention. It pulled up beside them and the driver eyed the brunette  couple with a large friendly smile.

Emily quickly met Aaron’s eyes once before heading into the cab. She pulled open the door and climbed into the backseat, waiting for her friend to join her. Once he did, she turned to him and offered him a warm smile. “I really have missed you.. all of you.” She quickly caught herself and nudged his shoulder with his elbow before telling the cabbie where to take them. The restaurant was only a few blocks away, and Emily took this time to take in Aaron’s full appearance. She caught the way his eyes seemed to sparkle and smile just as his mouth did. She had mentally noted that there was no stubble at all on his face, making him look clean shaven and very, very attractive, even though she did secretly love the stubble on him.

Absorbed in her thoughts, Emily hadn’t even realized the vehicle stopped moving until her door opened. “Oh, we’re here already.” She blushed sheepishly and climbed out from the yellow cab, slipping the cabbie what he was owed. “Thank you.” She nodded and then walked back around the cab to Aaron’s side, standing by his side. She intertwined their hands and gave his larger one a soft squeeze. “Follow me,” She nudged him gently and led him inside, grabbing a table for them. A large, bald, French man walked over to their table a few minutes after they were seated.

"Miss Emily. Hello, Nice to see you again." He bowed his head politely and glanced at the man on her right. "And you are?"

Blushing a very soft red, the brunette leaned forward and nodded. “Ah. Aaron, this is Victor. Victor, this is Aaron, an old friend I used to work with.” Realization sparked in the older man’s eyes. He nodded knowingly and smirked discreetly, hiding it from the female but eyeing Aaron carefully. Emily continued on without noticing, “Victor’s great. He knows exactly what you want and never fails.” She nodded up at him, making him smile proudly.

"You give me too much credit. Merci beaucoup." His eyes still never left Aaron as he spoke.

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She nodded and gave a small smirk as he contemplated her offer. “Trust me.” She held his eyes with her darker ones, her lips arching at the corners into a smile. She stood from the couch and brushed her thumb along his hand. “I’ll see you at 7, then.” She walked him to the…

Glancing down at her watch, Emily paced around the living room waiting for the anticipated knock. She hadn’t been on a date in years and had forgotten about all of the anxiety and insecurity that came with it all. She circled around the living room and walked back and forth in front of the door. At long last she heard just what she had been waiting for. Her lips were chewed raw, her jaw ached from the repetitive motions of opening and closing it and grinding her teeth together, and her stomach flipped a few dozen times. This was Aaron. Why was she getting so worked up over this? “Not even a date” She mumbled to herself. “Just dinner..” Sergio scampered into the room and meowed softly, rubbing his face against Emily’s legs.

She glanced down with a thin, nervous smile, “Serge…” She shook her head, completely unsure of the night to come. Was inviting him to dinner the right choice? Sergio mewed softly and turned towards her door, arching his back in that way he often did when he sensed another presence. Remembering that Aaron was actually knocking at her door, she quickly moved across the room, cleared her throat and reached towards the deadbolt. She unlocked every single lock and then pulled the door open. She was greeted by a handsome man, making her shiver. “Aaron..” His name warmed her to the core, making her gasp for breath softly. “Hi,” She examined him carefully yet quickly, eyeing him up and down twice. “You look… great.” The man always looked great. Even in jeans.

She breathed out softly as she discreetly admired him in the blue denim. “Um… let me just get my purse and then we can leave.” She nodded and quickly turned away, forcing herself to look anywhere but at him for any longer. If he caught her staring for too long, well… She’d be in for it. He had always been able to read her like an open-book. She hated it. But there had been times where she absolutely was grateful for it too.

She threw her wallet into the black bag and then shut the door behind her as she walked by his side. “Thank you for coming tonight…”

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She cursed under her breath as he spoke of his previous marriage. Of course he’d call her out on her bullshit too. Emily finally glanced away from his hand as it covered her own hand ontop of the brown bottle. She opened her mouth just a bit but no words came out. Instead she…

She nodded and gave a small smirk as he contemplated her offer. “Trust me.” She held his eyes with her darker ones, her lips arching at the corners into a smile. She stood from the couch and brushed her thumb along his hand. “I’ll see you at 7, then.” She walked him to the door. Just as he was about to walk out, she grinned. It felt like the first time in years. “Oh, and Aaron?” The small smirk returned once more and she winked. “I’m driving.” Turning back around on her heel, Emily walked back to the sofa and retrieved the two now empty beer bottles on the coffee table. She brought them to the kitchen and sat them down by the sink with a sigh.

It looked odd. Seeing two bottles sitting next to each other. It was strange, the fact that she had been alone for so long, and his sudden company… It made her smile. Just as she was rinsing out the bottles, something brushed against her leg. She glanced down with a soft chuckle, green eyes meeting hers. “Serge.” Sergio only mewed back at her in response. Exhaling softly, Emily shut the water off and bent down to pick the cat up. “I like him, too.” She hummed softly to herself, holding Sergio close to her chest as he squirmed in her arms, rubbing his face against her breasts. “What do you think, bud. Do you think Hotch would make a good daddy?” If cats could roll their eyes, Sergio did. He scrambled from Emily’s arms and jumped onto the counter.

"God, I’m talking to a cat… I’m going insane." The brunette muttered softly to herself, mentally kicking herself in the butt. Not only was she talking to Sergio, but she was also thinking about the impossible. Even though they didn’t work with each other anymore, a relationship would never work between them. Or at least she thought so. She lived across the ocean from him. He dropped Beth as she was in New York. Emily may not have been very great at geography in high school, but she was at least fairly certain that an ocean was a lot further than New York was from DC.

Within an hour, Emily had showered, brushed through her hair and blowdried it. Draped in a towel, she walked through her bedroom and searched her closet for something to wear out to dinner. This wasn’t just a man to impress. This was Aaron. Her friend, her former boss, her… What else could she possibly describe him as? Why did she have such strong feelings toward him and when did they return? She sucked in a breath and slowly released it, counting back from five. Checking her watch quickly, Emily pushed away many of the hangers and finally paused on an outfit. She examined it carefully, chewing her lip and debating. Sight seeing, he had mentioned. She could make that happen. She would make that happen, take him to all of her favorite locations after they enjoyed a nice meal together. Nothing romantic about the evening at all. Just two good friends meeting up in life.

It was now just a few minutes before 7 and Emily had yet to get dressed. She pulled the violet blouse off of the hanger along with the black skirt. She stepped into the skirt and pulled it around her waist, making sure it fit alright. She tossed her towel on the bed and grabbed a bra, followed by the blouse. Her jacket was left downstairs by the door. She jogged down the stairs and pulled on her black heeled boots, zipping them up before grabbing her purse and then taking her jacket off of its hook. At last, she was made up, dressed, and ready to go.

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Emily’s breath caught in her throat as she saw his hand moving closer to her face. As it brushed away the strand of hair, it felt as if her lungs had given out. She couldn’t breathe. Watching his hand move away again from the corner of her eye, she finally regained her…

She cursed under her breath as he spoke of his previous marriage. Of course he’d call her out on her bullshit too. Emily finally glanced away from his hand as it covered her own hand ontop of the brown bottle. She opened her mouth just a bit but no words came out. Instead she closed it soundlessly.

“I’ll play along, but when you’re ready to talk… when you’re ready to tell me what’s really going on here, you know I’ll listen.”

He lips parted and she nodded, her eyes flicking up to his for a very brief moment. “Thank you.” She hated keeping this from him and hated not even knowing herself. Ever since she arrived, nothing seemed to feel right. How could the job just fall right into her lap, how could she have just uprooted herself from DC, the place she had made her home, and left everything she had, all of her friends. Leaving the BAU was one thing, but leaving DC all together? People would call her insane. Hell, her own mother even did. She wasn’t happy with Her daughter leaving the states.

“Jack misses you. Sometimes he asks if you’re coming back to visit.”

“I miss him too. I miss all of you guys.” She turned to look at him with a tiny shrug. “It’s really good to see you, you know. You look.. Great.” She smiled a bit as she glanced him over, up and down, taking in his full appearance. This time the smile displayed on her lips didn’t have to be forced. It came naturally as she looked at her friend. She could read him so easily. Despite the distance of an ocean separating them for so long, Emily still knew him like the back of her hand. She knew he was upset that she still hadn’t told him what was going on, knew that he was a bit disgruntled in the fact that things were right with both of them. Sucking in a deep breath, Emily finally gathered the courage to speak. “Really, thank you. I just… I don’t quite know what’s going on myself right now. There are things I need to figure out for myself first. I promise I’ll tell you everything. I just… I need time.” She shook her head as the words came tumbling out. She reached for his hand and gave it a long squeeze. “I will be fine. I’m not pretending when I say that. I will be. I just need to gather thoughts.” She offered him a very gentle smile and gave his hand another squeeze.

"As for us… Do you have any plans for dinner? If not, I’d like to introduce you to Victor." She smiled a bit and checked the clock on the wall before taking a small sip of the beer in her hand. Victor was the head chef at her favorite restaurant that opened up down the street. He knew what all of his customers wanted to eat before they did. There was no need to order. He would bring your meal, and every single time, he knew just what you wanted. It had fascinated Emily and she wanted to give Aaron a taste of London as well as render him speechless with Victor’s special skills.

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Emily nodded slowly and eventually brought her eyes up to his. She took in another sip before draining her cup moments later. “Honestly?” Her lip curled in a small chuckle. “I miss the states. I miss you guys. London is great and all, but… You’re all not here.” She knew that he…

Emily’s breath caught in her throat as she saw his hand moving closer to her face. As it brushed away the strand of hair, it felt as if her lungs had given out. She couldn’t breathe. Watching his hand move away again from the corner of her eye, she finally regained her composure.

Sometimes I can’t believe he’s really eight.”

“Oh, don’t tell me that.” She exhaled with a soft round of laughter, shaking her head as she sat in his company. “He can’t be. It couldn’t have been that long, could it?” She drawed out a short sigh and nodded, “I bet Henry’s getting big too. JJ’s been sending me photos of him.” She tried to cover the ache in her chest with a smile. A certain twinkle captured her eye and made them sparkle. “Henry’s birthday is coming up soon, isn’t it? Guess I’m going to have to plan a visit.”

She watched his one shouldered shrug and listened to him intently. “Beth… I don’t know. We haven’t spoken since we broke up in March.”

Emily’s heart thumped against her ribcage. She felt lighter, yet made sure that none of her internal feelings were displayed. “Oh, god. Aaron, I’m sorry.” She forced out a pretty convincing frown and nodded. “How’d Jack take it?” She tilted her head before standing up from the sofa and chewing her lip. Before he answered, she quickly interrupted, asking if he wanted something to drink or eat. It had been a long morning for both of them and she knew how he never ate much during the day, always forgetting about lunch, or if remembering, he would have a small handful of trail mix or a granola bar. She always chastised him about it, poking his shoulder and reminding him to eat. That was way back then when they still worked together. She missed it.

Halfway to the kitchen, Emily turned back around to glance at him and studied him. “When was the last time you ate?” She folded her arms over her chest, scolding him like a parent. It felt good to go back to this playful banter. She truly missed him.

Once she returned to the couch with a bag of chips and two beers, she took her previous seat on Te sofa next to him and took a large sip of her beer. "This isn’t you, Emily. The red and the blank walls. She glanced away as his eyebrows knit in concern. Tracing the rim of the bottle in her hands, her eyes following her finger, the soothing motions. “Do you want to talk about it? Or are we going to pretend that everything is okay?”

“Everything is okay.” She spoke softly, her eyes still on the rim of the bottle, her finger still tracing in that repetitive manner. “Everything’s… Fine.” she cursed herself for hesitating. Was everything fine? She was in London, had a fabulous job, great pay, and had a beautiful view right outside. What more did she want?

As the thought crossed her mind, she instantly pushed it away. She had nobody here. Nobody that would keep her grounded. There was Clyde, but he was one friend. And lately he had been annoying her to no end, trying to make something of their relationship, trying to convince her to be more. She didn’t want that. Not with him. Wetting her lips, Emily nodded once, trying her voice again in a more convincing manner. “Really, I’m fine.” She worked her jaw and chewed her lip raw.

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She felt a gentle grasp on her elbow and was pulled up from her chair. She rose willingly and placed her head into the crook of his neck. “God… It feels like its already been so long.” She pulled away with a small shake of her head, her eyes falling to the ground for a brief…

Emily nodded slowly and eventually brought her eyes up to his. She took in another sip before draining her cup moments later. “Honestly?” Her lip curled in a small chuckle. “I miss the states. I miss you guys. London is great and all, but… You’re all not here.” She knew that he would understand what she meant. He always seemed to in the long run. “Interpol… Its different. I can’t decide whether I love it or not. I know I wouldn’t be able to go back to that, and I don’t think I’d want to… Having a taste of this power though? It makes me feel great. Of course with great power comes great responsibility.” She shrugged, using him as a sounding board instead of actually just talking to him. She hadn’t realized what the problem was until she said it out loud just now. “Maybe I should get another cat…” She frowned and finally remembered his presence.

Silence returned between them and she closed her eyes, listening to it speak great lengths. It soothed her a bit. And she wasn’t sure if it were the silence or him that had that effect on her. Raising her head, her eyes widened at his next question. “Must be nice working with Clyde so closely. How are you two doing? Living happily ever after?”

She held his eyes for a few moments, longer than necessary, her own eyes beginning to narrow as her eyebrows arched in confusion. At last, she understood. “Oh, yes. Didn’t I tell you?” She placed a hand on her stomach for dramatic effect as an evil idea popped into her head. If Aaron seemed to get jealous over Clyde, then what would this little lie do? She shrugged and bit her lip. “We’re pregnant.” She smiled her brightest, most convincing smile, hoping she could spark some sort of reaction from her usually stoic former boss. The team called him the ice man. He was unshakeable, barely ever a smile evident on his face as he trumped through the bull pen. Laughter broke out from her vocal chords. She threw her head back and laughed, shaking her head. Once quieted down, she stared at him and studied him carefully. “Oh come on, Aaron. You can’t be serious?” She brushed her hair back from her eye and swept her fingers through her bangs. “Do you actually think I’d be with Clyde? CLYDE EASTER?!” She shook her head and laughed again. “Sorry, That’s just… I’m sorry. That would never happen. If you’re worried about that happening, then don’t be. Is that what this is all about?” She turned the cup in her hands and sighed, “Come on, its too… open out here. Let’s go to my place. I can show you around.” She nodded and stood up from her seat, taking his arm in her hand before throwing her empty cup away. “Clyde is… an egotistical, self absorbed, sarcastic asshole. Please, I give you permission to kill me if I am ever in a relationship with that man.”

She led the way to her car before climbing into the driver’s side and starting the vehicle. She gave him a smile and nodded, “I’m only a few minutes away from here.”  She drove down the road on the opposite side of the pavement. After pulling into her apartment parking lot, she shut the car off and climbed out, locking the vehicle behind her and leading him inside the lobby. “It’s not as nice as my old flat… but it’s alright, I suppose.” Emily opened the door to her flat and let him go inside before her as she stood in the door way. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”

The apartment was no larger than her old one back in the states. If anything, it was a bit more cramped. Emily sighed slowly, the cold air drifting around her. She had bought the apartment a year ago, careful as to how she spent her money, even if her salary was larger now than ever. “Down the hall is the bathroom.” She nodded down a short hallway with a door on the left and other doors on the right side. She led him through the kitchen and nodded. “Kitchen, coffee is always in the first cabinet on the right” she nudged him back out and through the small living room and then up the stairs. “Two Bedrooms, another bathroom, and then a laundry room.” She showed him each room as she described each one. “That’s basically all there is.” She trailed off with a shrug.

She hadn’t even had the chance to decorate her apartment at all yet. No painting jobs, not even pictures lined the walls. There were books on the bookshelf, as DVD movies lined the shelf adjacent to the tv. But other than that? No further decoration. The curtains were still the same ugly red ones that draped across the window sill when she first stepped foot into the apartment. When would she even have the time to decorate? Even when she did, she brought boxes out but ended up just sitting on the couch staring at the photographs for hours, that she ended up falling asleep with the pictures by her feet. Maybe that was why London just wasn’t working. Because she couldn’t make it feel like home. She’d tried and tried again but it just didn’t settle right with her ever.

Emily’s eyes flicked over to Her former boss’. She exhaled softly, trying to read his thoughts. Did he know how she felt? Did he know that he was the missing piece?

What the hell? She mentally kicked herself for allowing herself to even think those thoughts. Hadn’t she gotten over them long ago? Feelings were only temporary. At least that’s what she was taught to believe. She closed her eyes and counted to three before opening them again. “So how have you and Jack been?” She chewed her lip, her back to him as she crossed the living room to the couch. She hated to ask, and her heart clenched as she squeezed the name out on one breath. “And… Beth?”

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I like this photo.

We do have our moments.

I suppose we do.

(Source: mask-of-fiction)

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Emily exhaled, turning on her heel as she heard his low voice. She had been able to smell his cologne as well as heard his footfalls. She stared straight at him, eyes wide and lips parted. “Aaron.” His name rolled off of her lips easily. It was odd calling him by his first…

She felt a gentle grasp on her elbow and was pulled up from her chair. She rose willingly and placed her head into the crook of his neck. “God… It feels like its already been so long.” She pulled away with a small shake of her head, her eyes falling to the ground for a brief moment. She ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip and sighed softly. She followed his line of vision and shrugged, “Ah, nice hotel.” She turned back to him with a nod, “No… I live back the other way. This café just had the best coffee. She met his hazel eyes and smiled. Wondering if she should offer her apartment instead of having him pay for all of the expenses that a hotel included, Emily took a step forward and motioned toward the table. “I ordered your usual.” Her thoughts still lingering on the possible offer, Emily blinked. She could even cook some nights for him, depending on the length of his visit. She raised an eyebrow at his question, watching his face contort for a very brief moment and then turn back to neutral, as if nothing was wrong. She had caught it though, and she knew that something was wrong. Sensing something, but not sure what, she decided to avoid the rest of his question and instead, changed the subject, ”how long are you here for?” She sent him a quizzical look, her eyes moving with his every movement.

 “You look good here. London suits you.”

She blushed and avoided his eyes, glancing down at the coffee cup in her hands as she sat back down at the table. “Oh.” She forced a smile and nodded, “Well, thank you.” She brought to cup up to her lips and sipped the steamy liquid. What more could she say, really? That London wasn’t what she had hoped for? The London wasn’t everything to her? That she made the wrong choice? She wasn’t even sure of much of anything anymore. Sure, she liked London. But she didn’t love it. It rained nearly every single day, effecting her mood completely. She loved the power that came with the job, as well as the pay, but was it worth it all? Losing all of her friends and missing them? Having no friends here and being alone completely? She closed her eyes and huffed softly, about to reveal something to him completely for the first time in forever. After moments of silence, she spoke, her voice just above a whisper, “Do you ever feel you’ve made the wrong decision? That if you had the chance to redo something, that you’d redo it?” She shrugged, finally looking back up at him. Pain was written all across her face, making it clear as day that she missed them too. All of them. She needed the time to get away and start over, but maybe it was just time to go back to her old life. To her friends. To her home. What if in the end, everything she could ever want was back at home all of this time? She choked on a lump in her throat and sighed, gnawing on her bottom lip.

I like this photo.

(Source: mask-of-fiction)

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Drawing a deep breath inwards, Emily Prentiss moved throughout her office. She stared down at everything below her, feeling all of the power that she held over people come rushing towards her. In that moment, she felt on top of the world. She was a queen. Running Interpol,…

Emily exhaled, turning on her heel as she heard his low voice. She had been able to smell his cologne as well as heard his footfalls. She stared straight at him, eyes wide and lips parted. “Aaron.” His name rolled off of her lips easily. It was odd calling him by his first name, especially since she had called him Hotch for nearly ten years years preciously. A smile warmed her features instantly and she set her cup down on the countertop. Her eyes roamed down his body, taking everything in. It was really him. “Oh my god, how are you? You didn’t tell me you were coming to London for the conference.” She shrugged and took a step closer, wanting to pull him into a hug. She glanced around the room, silently noting that many eyes were still turned to her. Cursing internally, Emily chewed her lip. “How long will you be here, more than six hours, I hope?” She gave a small smile attached with a very light chuckle, hoping he would find the humor in that. She wanted to spend time with him if she could spare the time. She caught Clyde Easter’s eyes from across the conference room and frowned as he sent a look to her.
Oh, great. he’s here.

Emily met his eyes with a furrowed eyebrow, lines creasing over her forehead as she glared at him. Her eyes flashed. Before anybody could even register it, she had turned her attention back to her old boss and the smile had been replaced back on her lips. “Where are you staying?” She cocked her head to the side, knowing that the conference needed to start soon. She brushed her hand alongside his for a brief moment and nodded. There were so many things she wanted and had waited to say to him. Why had he broken contact with her? Why hadn’t he told her he was coming? How was Jack and Beth? How was he doing? And most importantly, why didn’t he even try to stop her from leaving? She refrained from asking any of these questions, and instead gave his hand a small squeeze before leaning close to his cheek and whispering the words, “Café two blocks down. After.” She’d meet him there after their meeting was over. She’d find out what he has been up to for the past few months. Winking, Emily nodded and took her coffee cup and her two splendas and a bit of cream that foamed at the top. She bowed her head in the most graceful manner and walked past him, making her way back to her seat. More eyes followed her as she sat down, making her feel a bit uncomfortable even though she had dealt with it for over a year now. There was just something that chilled her about it. Instead, she turned her eyes back to Hotch as she watched him take his seat at the table.

After the conference, Emily signed out of the office for the day. She yawned into the palm of her hand and made her way out of the building. She drove the two-blocks and grabbed a table outside, waiting for Hotch to come meet her for a quick catch up.