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Lacy here. So this little fic came to me while I was listening to a Backstreet Boys song. Let's please just skim over the fact that I was listening to them please. Can't really say much without giving it away so have fun.
Disclaimer: This would never happen if I owned it but it works. Oh and no killing me please.
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Hotch and Emily sat beside each other outside the Director's office. The Bureau couldn't have picked a worse time to promote Strauss. Emily and Hotch had just gone public, outside the team, about their relationship. Not even two days after they did, here they found themselves. They had received personal calls from Strauss saying she wanted to talk to them about 'recent developments within the team.'
Hotch noticed Emily playing with her nails and took her right hand in his left.
"It'll be ok Em." Hotch said softly.
Emily tried to smile. "She's going to fire one of us Aaron."
Hotch knew that was probably true but squeezed Emily's hand. "It'll be ok."
"Agents."
The two stood as Strauss called them into her office. Hotch never released Emily's hand.
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Hotch stared out his office window at Emily's now empty desk. He knew Strauss would fire one of them but had honestly thought it would be himself. He'd even tried to get Strauss to reconsider but the woman was pure evil. After leaving the Devil's office, Hotch had just held Emily in his arms, not wanting to let her go. Finally they'd returned to the bullpen and delivered the news to the team. They'd all been angry. That was almost two hours ago. Hotch looked down at the paper in front of him.
"The team will survive."
Hotch looked up and saw Dave. "What?"
Dave stepped in with a sad smile. "We'll survive without you and Em. It'll be hard but we'll do it." he nodded his head to the paper. "Leave that to me. I'll gladly hand deliver it."
Hotch smiled and stood up. He grabbed three things from his desk; his picture of Jack, his team photo that they all had and the paper, his resignation letter. Hotch put the pictures in his briefcase, handed the letter to Dave and grabbed his go bag.
"Thank you Dave." Hotch said.
Dave's smiled stopped being sad. "Go Aaron."
Hotch left his office and found Morgan, Reid, JJ and Garcia in the bullpen. They were all smiling, though the girls seemed to be crying.
"Thank you." Hotch said to his team, his family.
"Don't worry Hotch," Morgan said. "you taught us well. It time for you to take care of you and Emily."
Nodding, his voice gone with emotion, Hotch smiled and left the office.
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Emily sighed as she looked out her living room window. She would never regret being with Hotch but she never thought Strauss would really sink low enough to fire her over it. She wiped her face, even though more tears kept falling. A knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. Standing, Emily made her way over and opened the door.
"Aaron," Emily said, shocked. "what..?"
"They get rid of you, they get rid of me." Hotch said. "I can't and won't do that job without you."
Emily frowned. "But you love the BAU."
Hotch stepped in and closed the door. "I love you more."
"The team?" Emily asked.
Hotch glanced at his watch. "Right now they are hand delivering my resignation to Strauss." he took Emily's hands. "They know I can't do it without you Em. And they told me they'll survive. It's what our family does best. I'm not letting you go Emily Prentiss. I love you."
Emily smiled and hugged Hotch. "I love you too."
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So there's that. No killing me because I got Emily fired or had Hotch quit. It just got stuck in my head and wouldn't leave and I really wanted to sleep so I wrote it out. Let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading.
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