This is an entry for the song prompt form
Tired of Being Alone—Michael Bolton
Here I Am—Nickelback
Read Between The Lines—Aaron Tippin
"God Hotch! Aren't you tired of being alone?" Emily asked in a rush.
Hotch was thrown off by her outburst. "Prentiss, what are you talking about?" He retorted with a quizzical look on his face.
"I've been alone for a while now and being alone doesn't get better with time. I want to find someone who will love me for me, good and bad times. I want someone to see me, and look at me like I've never been looked at before. Someone who takes my breath away," she said with a sigh.
Hotch continued to stare at Emily. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I really don't know what you're talking about."
Emily let out a growl of frustration. "Damn it Hotch, do I have to spell everything out for you? Read between the lines!" she yelled. Hotch was at a loss. What did she want him to say? What could he say; especially when he had no idea what the hell she was talking about."
"Pren—"
"Here I am," she quickly cut him off. "I'm standing in front of you and I'm telling you what I want, no, I'm telling you what I need and you're looking at me like I'm insane. I'm lonely Hotch, and I know you are as well. So I guess, what I'm trying to get at is that I think we can be alone together."
Hotch was finally starting to catch up. He looked into Emily's eyes and saw the pure frustration and desire in them. He was alone, but there were rules, and he had to follow them, even though he thought that they could be good together…good for each other.
Hotch stood up from behind his desk. "Prentiss, this conversation is highly inappropriate, I think you should leave," he told her with a hint of regret in his voice.
Emily's eyes filled with tears that she refused to shed. She nodded then turned and headed for the door. She stopped and turned her body some. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to cross a line that you clearly don't want crossed, but trust me when I say that you have that look in your eyes that I want in my life. The one where you see someone differently than you did before. You see me for me. Sorry that I misinterpreted the look. Forget I said anything, have a nice night," she said then briskly opened and closed the door behind her.
Hotch watched through the blinds, from behind the comfort of his desk and she walked down the steps, towards her desk, grabbed her bag and headed towards the elevator. Hotch hung his head in defeat, and squeezed his eyes shut. He just became a bit lonelier.