He wanted her.
He needed her.
He desired her.
She was Emily Prentiss.
Her ebony hair would flow around her shoulders as the wind blew, or as she walked down the street. Her pale skin was as white as snow, her dark eyes beckoning him. Her lips were a pale pink, but when she went on those team dinners, or out to a bar with JJ and Garcia, her lips were a blood red. Her body was just perfect. Every curve in the right place, her stomach, arms and legs as skinny as could be.
He watched her when she went on her runs through the park. Even once when it was raining, she ran, her hair sticking to her face and her track suit framing her body. He watched her get her mail, her going to the supermarket, and her go shopping with her close friends.
She was his drug.
But, he had a couple of obstacles.
That dammed husband. The all high and mighty Aaron Hotchner. Him with his stupid job, rotten body and cursed perfection. Oh, but he was not for her. No, no.
He refused to call her Hotchner. She was not part of Aaron. No. She would be his.
Oh, and those children. Her three children, only two she had given birth to.
Jack. He was eight. He was cute, charming, smart and funny. No wonder she fell in love with him right away.
Then there's Carly. She was four, her dark brown hair and brown eyes mirroring her mothers. She has beautiful, full cheeks, her slightly darker skin matching her father's.
And last, but definitely not least, the youngest of them all. Three year old Michelle. Her hair was just a bit lighter than her sister's, but her skin just as pale. Her tiny body making it so easy for her mother to pick her up.
There she was. She had just come home from the store, her hands full of groceries. Her skirt blew, along with her hair, as she made her way to the front door. She quickly tapped the door with her foot, her hands to full to knock. As she stood there, waiting for someone to answer, she turned and looked to the street. She looked right to the car he was sitting in. He smiled.
Just as he was about to get out and ask if he could help, the door opened to reveal the stupid Aaron Hotchner. God, how he hated him. Emily turned and smiled at her husband before quickly kissing him.
He slammed his hands against the steering wheel. Damn that Hotchner!
Emily Prentiss would be his.