"Emily…"

"Don't," she whispered. "Don't say my name, Aaron. Not like that. Not like you care."

His sharp intake of breath told her she'd hit a sore spot. She almost felt bad at the flicker of satisfaction she felt at that. It didn't make her a bad person though. Not after what'd he done. A betrayal that bad-he deserved to hurt.

He slowly moved towards her again, his arms outstretched as if she was going to collapse any moment. She felt like it, but she'd be damned if she fell into his arms.

"You don't get to do this," he snapped. "You don't get to tell me to move on and than refuse to acknowledge my existence when I do what you told me to!"

"I did not tell you to sleep with her!" she screeched.

He winced, but she barreled on, not caring about his feelings at this point. If he wanted to play, it was time to play. She'd kept plenty bottled up inside her, and she was going to let it all out, whether he wanted to hear it or not.

"I didn't even think you'd do it!" she screamed. "Do you think I wasn't lonely all those months without you, Hotch? Did you think I wasn't missing you so badly it hurt? I thought about you every minute of every, single day! Because I loved you, Aaron. I always have! I couldn't even bear the thought of being with someone other than you. And it was not because I didn't have any choices. I had plenty. But I didn't look twice because they weren't you! I needed you! And I come home, hoping and praying that you love me at least as much as you claimed to before I left, and I find out you did it with JJ? Out of all the women, you had to do it with her? And that is why, I will never forgive either one of you."

Hotch opened his mouth to reply, but she was already gone. He considered running after her, but thought against it. Sighing, he turned around to return to the party only to find the entire team standing behind him.

They had witnessed the entire thing.

Shaky, I know. But it gets better. Stay tuned as the drama unfolds, lovies.