I know, I know. I keep starting new stories, but I promise you, this is just a simple Two-shot that I've been thinking about for so long now. I am also in the midst of finishing "Awaken". By the way, this is AU.

The story was slightly based on the song "Jealous of the Angels" by Jenn Bostic. I recommend listening to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Criminal Minds", or the characters.

He smirked as he held the glistening silver knife to her fair skinned neck. He had her in his grasp now, she had definitely put up a fight, and it showed. His left cheek was beginning to swell, as was his right calf where she had delivered a hard blow to him. She had tried to pull away, but his moves she hadn't anticipated. No, now he had her wrapped in his arms tightly while he played out his fantasy. He had always dreamed about this. The day he'd finally make Agent Hotchner suffer. He grinned deviously as she struggled against him, trying to kick him. His grasp tightened on her midriff. She gasped softly, causing him to chuckle as he leaned in and pressed his lips close by her ear. He inhaled the scent of her hair greedily as he grinned. "Now, Now, You are quite the feisty one, aren't you? Aaron had always raved how great of an agent you were. Always said you were one of his best. Hm?" He pressed his lips to her hair, causing the woman to let out a slight whimper. "And why don't we call him now?" He tugged her into the living room and over to where her abandoned cellphone lay.

Just 24 hours earlier.

A pair of cold eyes watched them. He had been watching the entire time, and not once had they suspected anything. As the SUV pulled away, leaving a cloud of dust behind, the man stepped out from the shadows. He grinned wickedly, the agent's conversation replaying in his head. He smirked wryly as the SUV disappeared from sight. He was ready to make Agent Hotchner's life hell. He'd make him suffer. He hadn't missed the signs they were showing. He had been watching them for quite some time now, weeks even. He had watched as they slowly grew closer, he had seen the way he smiled at her as she talked. He chuckled to himself, Oh, this'll be fun. She'll be loads of fun. Maybe she'll even put up a good fight. He let out a laugh and shook his head, plotting against them. He reached into his belt and ran his fingers along the sharp tip of the knife, hidden under his coat. He closed his eyes, imagining the sharp blade slicing through her porcelain skin, the blood trickling down as Aaron sobbed. Something jerked inside of his pants, he grinned wider. He needed to do this. It burned within him, all throughout him, even deep down in his loins. He felt his heart begin to flutter as he opened his eyes, taking in the daylight. He glanced around his surroundings and chuckled as he had before. This would be good.

Present

"We could do that, but we don't have to." The agent grit her teeth as he brushed the hair away from her shoulder and squeezed the muscle tightly. He let out a dry laugh, completely un-humored.

"Hilarious. You're hilarious Agent Prentiss." He mumbled lowly against her ear again, her cheeks beginning to burn. She swallowed hard and whipped her head away in disgust as he spoke again, "Hmm, I can see why he likes you. You're a pretty thing, aren't you?"

Emily froze in his grasp and turned her head as much as she could to eye him. "What-What are you talking about? He doesn't like me." She spat through her teeth, trying to buy herself time.

"Oh? Well, Emily-" He smiled as she cringed at hearing her given name roll off of his lips. "-He does. It's actually quite obvious." He sneered, squeezing her shoulder again and forcing her head to face forward. He stepped closer, walking her over to the coffee table as he picked up the cell phone. "Call him. But say what I tell you to." Emily eyed him with dark eyes. Eyes that showed how much she loathed him. "Oh, and let's put it on speaker, huh?" He handed her the phone and watched as she clicked on his number.

She inhaled slowly, raising the phone up in her hand as she pressed speaker. The ringing felt like forever, but ended as his husky voice answered. "Hotchner."

His voice sent shivers down her spine and she sucked in a breath. Foyet whispered in her ear, "Greet him." He pulled out a gun, watching as it reflected in her midnight eyes. "Tell him you're requesting to take the week off. That Strauss approved." He nodded, motioning towards the phone as her grip tightened on the black iPhone.

"Hotch-It's Prentiss. Um," She paused, glancing at the gun as he placed it against her temple. "-Sorry to bother you… But, I'm requesting to have the week off. I already had it approved with Strauss." Hotch froze. Something wasn't right. His stomach wasn't settling correctly. His eyebrows knit to the top of his hairline and he frowned.

"Are you alright, Prentiss?" There was no way she'd just take a week off. This was Emily Prentiss he was talking to. She was just as dedicated to her work as he was.

Emily cringed, nearly dropping the phone as Foyet whispered again, "Tell him you're fine. Tell him you're going up to Canada this week." He smirked, listening as Aaron paused.

"Yes, Sir. I will be fine." And that confirmed everything he had suspected. There was something definitely going on. She very rarely called him 'sir', especially the special enunciation on it, as she stressed the word. And then she continued with a breathless laugh, "I'm, uh, actually, sir, I'm going to visit family up in Canada." His mind raced as did he. He sent out a text to Garcia, telling her to inform the team and to meet him at Emily's apartment. Emily was lying. He knew she didn't have family up in Canada. He swallowed as he grabbed his firearm from the side table, along with his badge, and ran out of the house with long strides. He got into his car, not knowing what to expect. He was still on the phone with her as a loud slap rang out, and a muffled cry followed by a click. The line went dead and he hung up. Somebody was with Emily in her apartment. Somebody who was planning on hurting her. He only lived about six minutes from her apartment, and figured he was the closest, and would be there first.

Foyet's hand slapped her across the face. She cried out in pain, but his hand came around and stopped her, muffling the sound as her cheek begun to sting, a deep red blush settling upon it. As her hand flew up to cover her smarting cheek, he grabbed at the phone and hung up, throwing it at the wall with such force, it shattered, denting the wall. "You bitch! I told you to say only what I told you!" He slapped her again and threw her against the wall as well, holding the gun to the back of her head. "I should kill you right now." He growled fiercely as she tried to regain her breath.

The wind had gotten knocked out of her momentarily, but as she stood up slowly, she began to regain air. She swallowed hard and turned her icy glare to him, "Then why don't you? You have the gun, you have me cornered. Why don't you just send a bullet through my skull-" He listened to the satisfying sound of his hand connecting with her cheek again.

Her head was now spinning as her face throbbed along with the rest of her body. She winced slightly as she felt him pulled her into his chest again. "You do what I say, and when I say it. If I kill you now, where's the fun in that?"

Aaron had finally arrived at the apartment after weaving in and out of traffic, and pushing the speed limits, racing through the traffic lights and running every stop sign. He opened the door before his car came to a complete stop, and sprinted up to her apartment. He waited outside the door briefly, grabbing his gun from his belt. Voices drifted from inside the room and he tightened his hold on the gun, his knuckles turning white. Emily. His Emily. But she wasn't his. She was his Agent. He was her boss. Their relationship was strictly professional. Of course he saw her as a friend as well, but what they had between them, seemed to be more of a one-sided thing. At least to him. Although he never showed it, he could never live with himself if she died. He cared about her, more than he'd ever allow himself to admit. He loved her.

"And what if I don't want to do as you say?" He winced as another slap, louder this time sounded from the door. Foyet tightened his hold on the brunette's torso and lifted the knife again, holding it to her stomach.

All at once, Hotch kicked the door down, busting it in with all of his might. It flew open, revealing Emily facing the door, and Foyet gripping her tightly, knife to her chest. Without turning, the man smirked, "Oh, Aaron. Glad you could join us-"

"Hotch-NO!" Emily screamed, terrified as to what Foyet would do to him.

"Leave her alone Foyet. Release her!" The alpha male growled, growing infuriated as his anger only seemed to make Foyet grin wider.

"Release her? Oh, I'll release her." He smirked as he brought his hand down with force, blade thrusting into her stomach. He pulled it out as she emitted a sharp gasp and stumbled.

Hotch's finger had been resting upon the trigger of his gun, and had immediately came down as the man before him began to move. He emptied his clip, but not before he plunged the knife back into Emily's abdomen. She grunted, falling from Foyet's grasp as he fell from the gunshots he had fired.

Hotch ran to Emily's side, holding her head up as she gasped for each breath, grunting in pain. His eyes were lining with tears and he closed his eyes, pleading to the Gods that she stayed alive. He heard footsteps and sirens as the team and the ambulance arrived. "Come on, Em. Emily, stay with me. Come on, baby. Come on!" The light was fading from her eyes fast as he tried to keep her awake. Her eyes fluttered once and he watched as all light left those dark chocolaty brown eyes that he loved so much. "EMILY!" He wiped the tears away frantically as the team surrounded him, "I NEED A MEDIC!" Morgan came to Hotch's side and pulled him back, holding him as the EMTs arrived by Emily's side and lifted her onto the stretcher. Garcia clung to JJ as they both wept quietly, watching in horror as their friend was taken away. She had to live. She just had to. His heart thundered inside of him as he ran with the EMTs, holding Emily's hand. He accompanied her as she was lifted into the ambulance. The doors were shut, and he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. For the first time in a countless amount of years, he bowed his head, and prayed. He prayed that his agent's life wasn't taken away from him. She was still fairly new, and somehow, she had found a way to his heart. He never even got the chance to thank her, to appreciate her fully. It couldn't end like this.

A/N: I kind of really like this… Anyways, second and final chapter will be up soon. Please Read and review?

-CriminallyCastle