A/N ok so this is a nonlinear story. And I'm not going to be using flashbacks to tell you in what time period we are. But I will leave details letting you know where we are so you'll be able to follow. It will be confusing for a little while, but other than the stuff that is intentionally confusing. I will do my best to let you know what's going on. If you have nay questions let me know, and if I can answer I will. The first couple of chapters let you know the major time periods. It will be like the Audrey Hepburn movie "Two for the Road". There will be no cases in this story although the team will figure into some of it. It is also completely AU. And let the story begin.

The whiskey burned a trail of fire down his throat. He welcomed the burn. The burn was going to make him forget. He was going to forget it all. Even if it was only for a moment. He was going to forget it all. The hangover he knew he was going to have tomorrow didn't daunt him. He would pay any price. As long as he forgot.

Her words. That's what he wanted to forget. Her words. They reached into his chest and pulled his beating heart out and eviscerated it in front of him.

Those words had destroyed his world. They had destroyed his chance at perfect happiness. His chance at happily ever after.

The memories. He also wanted to forget those. The stolen moments. The passionate kisses. The sweet kisses. The kisses that set him on fire. The nights they had together. Passionate. Tender. Explosive. Hot. Loving. The mornings. Kisses that were taken in a panic afraid they would be caught. The rush of walking into work knowing that at any given moment their secret might be discovered. That it could all be over. Everything he had worked for. But she was worth it. The moments of domesticity. The belief that fate was looking out for them. The moment fate betrayed them.

The love. He desperately wanted to forget that. The love that had burned bright from the second they saw each other. Had burned deeper and deeper until it consumed everything about them until all that existed was love for each other.

Ironically he forgot how he could have let her get away. There had been a reason. There had to have been. He wasn't an idiot. He would have had to have had a reason to let this girl get away. Surely he would have moved heaven and earth to keep her. He knew he had tried it this time. But surely he tried it then too.

The perfect girl. He wanted to forget her. To forget that once he had had the perfect girl. The girl of his dreams. No girl could compare. Even the woman next to him couldn't compare. He would put his perfect girl in a room with any woman in history, Helen, Cleopatra any of them, HIS girl would win hands down.

And so he sat in a dark room and drank. The fire burned away it all away for a moment. But it always came back. And so he drank again. He repeated the desperate process over and over again.

Early in the morning just before the sun rose; he unsteadily walked out of his room and into the great outdoors. The world was slowly lighting up. The scent of pine trees assaulted his senses. He had always liked the forest. He loved the trees. Green was his favorite color. But today he hated it. He knew he would never be able to look at a forest again without thinking of last night. Of everything he had lost.

He sat down and poured another drink. The sun was just about to peak over the hills. It was about to wash the world in a sea of color. He was going to drink.

Not to forget this time. No this time he was going to greet the dawn. Yesterday was past. It was dead and now from its ashes a new day would arise. He was going to drink to that day. He was going to leave her in the past and start a new life. Not a better life no, no life could ever be better. But a new life that he could do.

The bright sun peeked out over the hills. And he raised his glass. "To the next day, may we all find peace and happiness." And he downed the glass. He stood and walked forlornly back to his bed. He was going to sleep. When he awoke he would start his new life. Without her.

He climbed into the bed. He was careful not to disturb the woman next to him. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.

But in the final moments before sleep took him he heard her words once again.

Aaron Hotchner heard Emily Prentiss' words once again.

She was standing in front of another man. She was a wearing a beautiful white dress. And she said to him.

"I do."

A/N Let me know what you think. Also I will be updating most of my other stories over the next couple of days. Review and happy trails might be yours.