This is for my girl Ember! Who has so graciously reviewed and critiqued some of my stories!

The story is inspired by 50 Shades of Gray (Although i haven't read it, I do know a few things about it)

Please note:

This is before Emily becomes a member of the team

Hotch does not know who she is, nor has he met her (different from the story on T.V. where he knows who she is.)

Also the background with when Haley leaves with Jack is moved up a little bit for this story to work

Thank you and happy reading!

Needs (Part 1 of 3)

The prospects of being an FBI profiler was growing more distant with each passing day. Currently Emily's papers were caught up in the system and she was out of a job. She called her contacts and FBI headquarters speaking particularly to Erin Strauss, but there was nothing she could do but wait it out.

Sitting alone in her apartment she contemplated how she was going to pay rent. It had been a little over three months now and her money had dwindled down to almost nothing. She was too proud to ask her mother for money so she just sat and huffed.

Emily kept thinking about the threat her bald headed, squeaky voiced landlord made. "Emily Prentiss! If you don't have the money by the end of next month, you're out!" Those words made her furious. It had been a month and tomarrow the money was due. Frustrated with herself and the lack of generosity from her landlord, Emily picked her punch weights off the cream colored carpet and threw them across the room. Colliding with the wall they made a pretty big racket while simultaeously tipping over a lamp, which in turn was broke, as the base of it met with the edge of the marble end table. Chosing to ignore the disturbance created by her rage, she ran her fingers through her hair, letting her forehead rest in the palm of her hands, while her elbows dug into the top of her knees.

She breathed deeply trying to calm herself down, wishing she had taken the opportunity to look for a job when she moved to D.C. The apartment she picked out was uptown and expensive, but with her income as an FBI profiler it wouldn't have been a problem. Now she was kicking herself for depending on the system.

After collecting herself, she stood up from her chair and looked around her apartment, "Maybe I could sell my possessions, well all but the broken lamp." Emily said aloud. Just then she heard a knock on the door.

A voice came yelling from the other side, "You have one more day Emily Prentiss! If I don't have the money…"

As soon as Emily heard his voice she ran to the door, forcefully flung it open and yelled back, "Why don't you leave me the hell alone!" Immediately Emily saw his expression change. His eyes looked as if they were caressing her body. She dropped her jaw and after a moment said, "Keep your eyes to yourself!"

Emily looked down at her clothing and it became aparent what he was looking at. Still in her workout clothes, she was wearing a sports bra and tight, black shorts. Her hair looked a sight, half matted with sweat, with lose strands of wavy curls trailing down her neck, but to this guy it seemed to be quite attractive. If she wasn't mad enough already she was now mad at herself for opening the door, especially like this, considering the reaction he just gave her. What a creep! She thought. I could just take him out now, get it overwith and accept the punishment for my crime. Heck I'd probably be doing the world a favor.

"You know there is one thing I would do in place of the money." He said licking his lips while pushing his glasses up the brim of his nose.

Emily gasped, "Go away, you pervert!" slamming the door in his face. She quickly dead bolted the door and leaned her back against it.

Emily thought on his offer a moment and said aloud to herself, "Maybe I should take him up on his offer. It would be better than being on the streets." She paused and said, "No, being on the streets would be heaven compared to sleeping with that guy." Emily knocked the back of her head, against the door in frustration. She closed her eyes and the words streets, money, sex and offer were scrambling through her head. Suddenly her eyes burst open with a thought. "I couldn't." She said, "I could. I'm very capable and good at compartmentalizing, besides who could be worse than Doyle?" With that last thought she talked herself into it, making a decision on how to get her money.

Hotch couldn't wait to get home. He had been missing Jack desperately and longed to share some intimate time with his beautiful wife.

Thoughts of Jack leaping into his arms, needing his daddy made every horrific memory of the previous case disappear. He couldn't help but grin, knowing the warm welcome he would receive.

Apart from Jack, images of Haley's exquisite, soft, feminine features flashed in front of him. Even now he could feel the smoothness of her skin and smell the scent of her shampoo, as he ran his fingers through her golden, blonde hair. With his senses in overdrive and pituresque scenes of his nude wife waiting to be pleasured, sent of flood of euphoria racing through his veins.

Hotch's now growing erection made his current sitting position uncomfortable. Squirming underneath it's mass he tried to find a more suitable angle.

His breathing grew heavy, consumed with thoughts of blissfully moving in and out of his wife's moist folds, hearing her moan with unending gratification. Already he could feel the tightness around his member and her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him deeper and deeper inside her.

Hotch groaned, feeling his own excitement throb between his thighs. Clinching the steering wheel he knew he had to control himself. Jack would still be awake at this early evening hour and it wasn't like he could just take his wife to bed. Sadly enough he tried focusing on crime scene photos from past cases. That always seemed to do the trick.

His heart raced as he pulled into the driveway. He didn't see Haley's car therefore assumed it was parked in the garage. He quickly exited his vehicle and ran through the front door. After making the first step into his house, his heart dropped. The lights were off and the house was still. Maybe they went to sleep early. His hopes then got up again as he ran to Jack's room with a smile on his face. Instantly his smile turned to anger when he realized Jack's Captain America pillow was missing. Her threats surely couldn't have been serious? He thought.

Hotch walked with hopes of Jack and Haley peacefully sleeping in their bedroom, but to his dismay the bed was made and the room was vacant. His body tensed at the anger building inside him. He looked in their closet and noticed the empty space on the top shelf where their navy blue suitcase once set. Quickly he went to Haley's dresser and opened the top drawer. Upon inspection it was obvious Hayley and Jack had left him, for the drawer was empty.

Hotch slammed the drawer shut with such a fierceness, the dresser almost toppled over. She can't take my son away from me! "Damn it Haley!" He yelled. Across the room his noticed a picture laying in the floor. With tears coming to his eyes he walked to it solemnly. Taking the picture in his hand he noticed it was one of their wedding day. The glass hadn't been cracked but he knew Hayley threw it across the room and now the same emotion had come over him. He chucked the picture at the opposite wall and heard the glass shatter at it's impact.

Breathing heavily he tried to control his temper, keeping himself from completely destroying the room.

There was one thing he knew would help, so he left the lonely house and drove off towards downtown D.C.

I'd like to know what you thought if you have time. Thanks!