"I can't do this anymore!" Emily yelled as she grabbed her keys and made her way to the door. She was so tired of his crap. She understood that he was a famous wrestler and that he traveled a lot, but when he was home, he made no effort to spend time with her. He would always say he was going to hang out with Jeff and the guys or that he was headed to the gym.

"Really! Who goes to the gym at Midnight?" Emily would always say to herself.

"Fine, leave then Bitch!" Matt screamed as the door slammed. He knew that this was all his fault and that he didn't want her to go, but it would be a cold day in hell before Matt Hardy ran after any woman.

Emily's black SUV sat in the driveway for a long time. She was trying to decide where to go and what to do. It was almost midnight and she needed to be at work in a few hours.

"I guess I'll go stay at a hotel." She said to herself as she started the truck and drove off. Matt had been watching her the entire time. Hoping that she would just come back in the house so they could talk. She didn't, however. She had driven off and Matt was sure that this time she wasn't coming back.

After some thought, Matt decided that he needed a drink. He hopped in his Dually and headed to the closest convenience store. He picked up a case of Miller Highlife and a pack of Cowboy Killers. Then he headed back to the house.

"Well, she finally had enough! Enough of the cheating, enough of the lying, enough of everything." Matt thought to himself as he sat in his living room drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette. Emily never let him smoke in the house.

"Ding Dong!" The doorbell went as it interrupted the silence. Matt knew it was Lauri. She had been Matt's side girl for the past 5 years of his marriage. She was the reason Emily had left him. Emily had found a video of Lauri and Matt on Matt's phone and that was the last straw.

"I'm not in the mood for talking. Meet me in the room, no clothes, and you have to go home when we're done!" Matt said as he opened the door to see the beautiful bottle blonde standing in front of him. She did as she was told and within a few hours, she was gone and Matt was left sitting alone in his living room drinking beer and missing his wife.

Motel 6, Cameron, NC…

"Damn it!" Emily said as her phone rang. She thought it was Matt and she had no intentions of talking to him. Not after what he had put her through. She had been a good wife for 10 years. How could he?

Emily looked at her phone and quickly realized that it wasn't Matt. It was Hotch. Why couldn't Matt be a good husband to her like Hotch was to Hailey?

"What's going on Hotch?" Emily asked as she sat up in bed.

"We have a bad one Prentiss. I need everyone in the office, now!" Hotch told her. He had an unusual seriousness in his voice. Emily knew this was bad.

"I'm on my way. Be there in about 30 minutes." Emily advised as she hopped out of bed and began to get dressed. Her issues with Matt would have to wait.

B.A.U. Office, Virginia…

"We have three female victims, all successful Brunettes, mid-thirties." J.J. began. "All three strangled and sexually assaulted."

Emily was doing her best to pay attention, but she could not get the events of the previous night out of her head. It's like it was imprinted in her brain.

The Night before…

"Hey baby, can I take you're truck to go hang out with Jeff, mine is out of gas and I don't feel like filling up." Matt had asked.

"Sure. Are we still going to dinner?" Emily had replied.

"Probably not tonight. I already promised Jeff and Beth that we'd go to this concert. Maybe tomorrow." Matt had responded.

Emily rolled her eyes and watched her husband walk out the door and hop into her SUV. He peeled out of the drive way and down the street.

Emily sat next to window wishing Matt had asked her to attend the concert with him. She hated when didn't include him in things. After a while, she got up and decided to make herself some dinner. She decided to make Chicken Parmesan, but she need to get some Prego.

"I'll just put gas in his truck while I'm out." Emily said to herself as she grabbed her purse and his keys.

She headed to the local gas station and grabbed a cheap bottle of Pinot Nior, Prego, Peanut Butter Cookies, and purchased her gas. When she was finished pumping the gas, she hopped in the truck and threw the bag in the back seat. As she turned the corner into her drive way, the bag in the back seat fell over and her items rolled all over the back of the truck.

"Great!" She said to herself. After she parked the truck, she climbed into the back seat and began to pick up her things. She couldn't find her wine, so she got down on the floorboard and began looking under the seats.

After a few seconds of searching, she spotted the wine bottle. She also spotted a red piece of metal that looked like it was attached to some cloth. She stuck her hand under the seat and when her fingers touched it, she knew what it was. It was lace. She quickly pulled her hand from under the seat and hanging between her fingers was a 42DD Read Lace Bra.

"Well, this definitely isn't mine." Emily said to herself.

She barely remembered the walk from the truck to the house. She also didn't remember picking up the phone and calling her husband, telling him it was an emergency and begging him to come home.

Within the next two hours, Matt was walking in the door. He looked like he had run a marathon.

"What's wrong, you sounded distracted on the phone." Matt said as he walked into the bedroom where Emily was sitting on the bed looking at their Wedding Album.

"Who is she?" Was the only thing that Emily could say. She had spent the past few hours trying not to cry.

"Who?" Matt asked as he told himself that there was no way Emily could know about Lauri.

"The woman that you are sleeping with that wears a 42DD bra. Like this bra." She said as she held up the bra. "I found it under the seat in your truck."

"Stay calm. Think of a lie!" Matt said to himself. "What were you doing in my truck?"

"I WENT AND GOT YOU GAS! I PUT GAS IN YOUR TRUCK AND BOUGHT A BOTTLE OF WINE AND WHEN MY WINE SLID UNDER YOUR SEAT, I FOUND THIS. WHOSE IS THIS?" Emily screamed. Now the tear were coming. They were uncontrollable.

"I'm not even going to lie. That bra belongs to the woman I've been sleeping with! She likes to have fun and go places. She's the kind of woman I should have married." Matt screamed back.

"What? I try to do things with you. I try to go places with you and you always push me away!" Emily cried as she started ripping the pages out of the album. They were all lies. Every smiling picture was a lie.

"Stop doing that shit!" Matt screamed as he grabbed the album from her.

"Emily! Emily" J.J. Said.

Emily snapped back to reality. "Yes."

"Are you willing to go undercover to help us catch this unsub?" J.J. repeated.

"Of course." Emily said. After the meeting, she vowed to get her head straight. If she was going to be undercover, she had to have a clear mind.