Emily sat at the restaurant table foot shaking nervously. It was a gorgeous summer nigh out and the table Hotch had reserved for them was remarkable. There were white lights everywhere and the wine was amazing. She sat there, alone.
"Sorry, Im so late Emily." Came a flustered voice from behind her. She jumped at the hand that touched her shoulder. When she saw who it was she let a small smile grace her face.
"It's fine, Aaron. Whats wrong? You look like hell!" She asked concernedly as he sat down across from her.
"Oh it's.. really nothing. Just office stuff. Director's really on my six to get this casework filed. I am REALLY sorry Im late." Hotch said pouring himself a glass of wine.
"Oh, honey. It's fine really. Me and this lovely Merlot have been getting along wonderfully without you," she teased.
He smiled at her and she felt herself get that warm feeling in her tummy that she always got when he looked at her.
"So what's the occasion? I mean you I could've settled on a Big Mac if you were that stressed." She asked taking a sip of her wine. She studied his body language carefully, looking for his tell. He was definitely anxious about something. "Is it something with Jack?" she asked quietly. She didn't want to upset him, but his nervousness was projecting onto her.
"Scary scenarios are popping into my head Aaron, like you're breaking up with me… or firing me?" She asked biting her lip.
He let out of chuckle. "Well, no I'm not. But it does kind of… involve Jack." He said. He stood up reaching into his pocket, Emily froze. he couldn't be…
He was.
He got down on one knee in front of her, and spoke the most beautiful words Emily had ever heard.
"Emily Prentiss… you are the most beautiful, strong, caring woman I've met in a very long time. Would you do me the tremendous honor of being my wife?" He asked opening the red Cartier box.
Emily gasped. The ring was beautiful and the man holding it was one of a kind.
She blinked back tears as she answered.
"Yes, I will!"