Hola mis amigos!!! I wrote this up earlier today and thought I'd share it with you guys and gals. Ive been reading a lot of storie where Hotch hurts Emily, but then he runs back to her and she's quick to forgive him. Well I'm tired of that!! Prentiss is a strong woman, she needs to fight back!! So in this story she's going to be a little harder for Hotch to be forgiven (if he i decide to have him forgiven at all) I know! im so mean!

Enjoy! (hopefully!)

The warm spring night surrounds her as she walks through the pouring rain. The only sound is of the water droplets crashing onto the pavement. Emily Prentiss sighs as she walks the crowd less street, the neon lights of the bar signs dancing across her drenched raven colored hair. She doesn't know what time it is, and she doesn't really care. All she knows is that she's falling apart. Her compartmentalization skills are great, but they can only do so much. She thinks about him. Aaron Hotchner, the man who managed to tear down her final wall, only to shatter her heart into oblivion. She shivers as the rain continues to soak through her clothes. Her mind wanders to the conversation she had before rushing out of his apartment.

***

"Aaron, I can't do this anymore. I want to help you so badly, but I can't take the hurt anymore." she looks at him, waiting for a reaction. He just stands there, eyes glued to the floor. She sighs heavily and takes a small step forward.

"So that's it'? You're not even gonna try and talk to me, to work this out?" she asks, hurt and anger beginning to grow in her. He slowly shakes his head and raises it to look at her. His eyes are full of guilt and sadness.

Her heart drops to the ground with a sickening thud that only she can hear. She takes a step back, towards the door.

"I'm sorry Emily, but what you want, I can't give to you" he quietly says

"Because you don't even try to!" her voice has risen to almost a shout. "I'm not asking you to marry me Aaron! I'm not even asking you to have a relationship with me! All I'm asking is that you let go of the guilt and anger and give me a chance to prove to you that you still know how to love. You say you can't give me that, but you haven't even tried!" By now she's practically in his face, her eyes laced with anger and sorrow. He doesn't look at her, afraid to meet her gaze.

"I'm sorry" he whispers.

Emily clenches her jaw as she shakes her head furiously "Fine, Aaron, fine. I don't want to leave, but I'm not going to stand around while you drown yourself in self pity and guilt. Foyet is dead and gone. Hayley's gone, and she's never coming back, but Jack is still here and he needs his father now more than ever. If you can't try for me, then try for him. Try for Jack. If you can't do it for him, then maybe you really have forgotten how to love." she finishes bitterly, her eyes filling with tears.

He stares at her, shocked by what she said, as she storms out the door.

***

Emily doesn't even bother to hold the tears in now, and they fall freely, disguised by the now gentle fall of mother nature's own tears. She looks around to see where she is.

Great she thinks I'm not even close to my place. However, she does see that she has come to a stop in front of the lake. She makes her way to a bench that is sheltered slightly by a large tree. It provides a nice umbrella effect against the rain. She just sits there and gazes upon the lake. Each drop of rain hits the water with such elegance that Emily cant help but stare in wonder and amazement at how something so simple could be so incredibly beautiful. She sits there for a while before deciding to finish the walk home.

When she gets home, she shrugs out of her coat, laying it on the back of her armchair. For the first time that night she looks at the clock on her wall, and discovers it to be 1:00 a.m. She shuffles up the stairs and enters her bedroom with a tired sigh. She strips off her soaking wet clothes and turns on her shower. She lets out a moan as the hot water hits her freezing skin. Suddenly a wave of exhaustion rushes over as tonights events finally catch up to her. When the water begins to run cold, she knows it time to get out.

Emily wanders into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine. Plopping on the couch, she cuddles into the corner, wrapping herself in a blanket as she does so. Soon she's succumbed by sleep.

Hours later Emily is awoken by a pounding at her door. She blinks her vision back to normal before she gets up to possibly commit murder against whoever thought it would be a good idea to knock on her door at 4:00 a.m. She freezes when she see who it is.

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