A/N I don't own criminal minds – had ideas for two story's so I decided to put them together hopefully it will be good

-You're a cheat, there's no reason to be jealous-

The team all sat in the conference room, while Hotch gave the team the case as it came through him not JJ. The case was a unsub who targeted family's which were falling apart, he would kill the men first then torture and kill the women.

Every now and then Hotch would look at Emily almost apologetically, Emily would look back but never caught his eye, the tension between them was painfull for not only them but the team to, they had been noticing they didn't talk as much or didn't communicate with anyone that much either.

Emily was the first to leave the room, she hated every second she was in the same room as him so the quicker she left the better for her, Hotch noticed how quick she was to leave, but he knew he couldn't talk to her about it, it was his fault.

Hotch left shortly after heading to his office, as it was a local case, which made it worse for everyone.

"Whats wrong with them lately" Morgan asked not even bothering to shut the door before he questioned his boss and team mates behaviours.

"I don't know, its weird though" JJ looked down at the bull pen to see Emily sat at her desk with her head in her hands.

The rest of the team left and headed to the bullpen, "You ok Em?" JJ made Emily jumped as she walked towards her, "Yeah, im fine" Emily sniffed the tears that threatened to run down her face, she looked up at Hotch's office and she saw him stood there looking down.

All she wanted to do was cry, break down and cry, but she couldn't the team would think she was stupid crying for no reason , but to there was a reason they just didn't know it, they didn't no Hotch and Prentiss were in a relation ship.

All that had happened that night kept running around her head;

FOUR DAYS AGO

Emily was sat on her sofa, wishing she had something to do, she was so bored, Hotch had ignored her calls, she had no idea what her boyfriend was doing, it was unusual for him not to call or at least text her, but the last few days he hadn't had called her as much, so Emily, being Emily, drove to Hotch's house she noticed another car out side one she didn't recognised this had got her think, as she came to the door she didn't even bother to knock she just opened the door, and what she saw was nothing she would ever think about imagining, there was Hotch on the sofa kissing some other woman, "HOTCH", Emily screamed from the door way, he jumped letting go of the woman on his sofa, and turned and looked at Emily, who was stood there in shock by the door.

"This is not what it seems, Em" He came up to her taking hold of her hand.

"No Hotch, this is exactly what it seems" She grabbed her hand back, with a brek in her voice she carried on "What an earth do you think you are doing" Hotch couldn't answer he just stood there watching the woman he loved break down in front of him.

"You going to answer her Hotch." The woman from the sofa called out.

"Shut up, Beth" he called back, with a huff she turned back waiting for Hotch to re-join her.

"Im so sorry Emily" Hotch near enough begged Emily not to be mad with him, but it was to late.

"No Hotch you're just sorry I found out, we are over" She turned around reaching for the door, "Enjoy your night, sir" Emily whispered just loud enough to be heard before slamming the door in his face.

This had all happened to quickly, they had only been dating a few months, they hadn't even told the team yet, which was good they wouldn't understand anyway. Emily needed away to regain her inner strength, so she grabbed her phone and called someone that had always been there for her, Mick.

Mick Rawson from the BAU's red cell team. Emily has never stopped thinking about him from the day they met on a case where Sam Coppers team helped them. Mike has a handsome, clever, bright man who's British charm won over many lady's especially Emily.

"Hey, Mick"

"Hi, Emily, you alright"

"You just fine, I was wondering if you want to meet up tomorrow night"

"Yeah, sounds great, it's a date"

"Yep, so 7 sound alright"

"Sevens perfect, and I will come and pick you up"

"Your such a gentleman"

"That I am, night Em"

"Night Mike"

Mike had liked Emily since they met, she was so strong and open, yet so closed there was lots still to learn about her, he hoped she called soon, he had already fell for her.

A/N Thanks for reading hope its good, don't forget to review please you don't need an account !