Whooohooo I actually wrote the first chapter! Please read My Horrible Teenage Life before this one though or else it will make no sense. Enjoy. PS I don't own Criminal Minds; there's the reason we're getting an Emily replacement on CM...

Emily's PoV

It has been two weeks since the- well- since the whole being a teenager thing. It had been easy enough to adjust but I avoided Aaron and JJ like the plague. JJ knew too much for me to be close to her again. I knew that she thought that would wear off but it wouldn't. Eventually she would corner me after work and demand answers but those were answers she wasn't going to get.

And then there was Hotch. The only non-work related thing I'd said to him for the last week was I think you dropped your pen. I just wasn't sure what my feelings were anymore. Before that it was clear cut and easy. Hotch and I were work friends; sure sometimes I felt a little spark in my stomach when we touched but that- that could be ignored. I was good at ignoring things, tucking them to the back of my mind to be dealt with when I was alone.

I slipped the finished files under my arm to deliver to Hotch's office. We had a brutal case in Arizona. Seven pregnant women murdered in one month and the unsub- Michel Johnson- was shot. By me. He was about to slit Melissa McDonald's throat and I couldn't let that happen.

"Hey Em!" I whipped around to see Morgan, JJ, Garcia and Reid assembled by the elevator.

"Yeah?" I knew what they wanted but I didn't want to turn them down yet. It would feel too staged.

JJ spoke this time. "We're all heading to the bar for drinks. Did you want to join us?"

I let my face show disappointment as I spoke. "Oh, sorry guys. I would but I'm exhausted; that case really took a lot out of me."

Their faces fell and I ignored the pit growing in my stomach. "It's fine." JJ's voice was thin and wan.

"Can you ask Hotch for us?" Derek asked. I knew he was only asking me so we would be forced to talk one another.

I nodded and went on my way.

The stairs to Hotch's office seemed to take forever and my feet felt like they were filled with lead. I knew he didn't have respect for me anymore. I could see it in the way he looked at me.

I opened his office door with a heavy heart and knocked on the door jam.

"Come in." He didn't look up from the file he was hunched over.

He looked up as I entered. "Oh, Prentiss, could you close the door."

I knew it wasn't a question. I stiffled a sigh and closed the cheap wooden door. Oh how I wish I could be Emily to him again and not Prentiss. Honestly, it hurt; as much as I hated to admit it.

I slapped my newly finished files down on his desk as I lowered myself into a chair.

We started at eachother for a few minuted before I spoke. "The, uh, the team wanted you to come with them. They're going for drinks."

His face remained unreadable. "I'm going to go pick up Jack from Jessica's but tell them I say thank you."

I nodded. "Did you need something, Sir?" If he was going to call me Prentiss again like nothing ever happened I was going to go back to the icy tone of sir that I reserved for him only when I was pissed.

"You fired too soon on the Johnson case. Another few seconds wouldn't have killed Melissa; we would've had more time to negotiate."

My eyes narrowed. "Another few seconds wouldn't have made Johnson change his mind either. You saw the look in his eyes. You know the profile!"

His face didn't move. "It wasn't your call Prentiss. There was a chance- however slim- that he would change his mind. The point is you've been reckless in the field."

"Don't tell me that. I've been doing everything that you asked of me! You wanted me to stay at the office on the Mulroney case with Reid and I did. You wanted me to stay at the station and work victimology on the mob hit case- when you know that I can speak Italian- and I did. What else do you want Hotch?"

"That was how you compensated for being in the office- shooting someone?"

"No, Sir, that was how I saved a woman's and her child's life. I'm compensating by doing everything I should in the field. Is this really all this is all about?"

He finally reacted. I pushed and pushed and finally reacted. Anger flashed in his eyes and he clenched his jaw. Fine it wasn't a monumental reaction but it was something. "You can leave now Prentiss, thank you for your files." I stalked over to the door and wrenched it open trying to collect myself.

I smoothed my face although anger boiled in my stomach. Compensating by shooting someone? Seriously, what was his problem?

Reid and the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi stood in front of my desk, waiting.

"So?" Morgan asked with raised eyebrows. I shook my head.

After declining more offers to go out I made my way out to the under ground parking lot. It took me fifteen minutes to drive back to my apartment.

I unlocked my door and reset the alarm. I drifted the rest of my night on auto-pilot not absorbing anything just doing.

I wished more than anything that it could just go back to normal. JJ, Garcia and I going for brunch on Saturdays. Derek and I joking around together. Me confiding in Rossi. Trying to protect Reid from Morgan's never ending teasing. And Hotch- Hotch and I just being us. Just having dinner together with the rest of the team, driving together to a crime scene, talking about Jack.

I missed it but I knew I couldn't go back. They didn't think of me the same way and I didn't them. JJ was more of a mother than I had ever known and I didn't want her to try and comfort me anymore. Somehow it hurt too much- it all did.

I swished the wine around in my glass as I sat on my couch watching Doctor Who reruns. Sergio jumped up on my lap and nuzzled my arm.

I scratched his head. "Hey Serg, what would you do if you turned into a teenager and may or may not have had a bit of a crush on me? If you were human I mean."

He purred and stretched. "I know, right?"

That was the last straw. I was going insane. I downed the rest of the glass and picked up the bottle. This was going to be a long next few months.

So here it is guys. This one's gunna be a bit lighter and funnier than My Horrible Teenage Life but it will still have some really serious angsty parts. Don't worry Em will open back up to the team; it will just take time. Speaking of time it would only take two seconds to leave a review ;)! Thanks I hope you liked it- Rose!