AN: So I'm super pumped to have Wifi at my place now I thought I would post this now. Consider these deleted scene's to Where's the Good in Goodbye, little vignettes of their time together that didn't quite fit into the overall story. These will be some of the things that were mentioned on camera but we never saw. This first one is set late season five/early six.

"Really? You snuck away on your weekend off to do paper work?" Emily asked him from the doorway of his office.

"I thought you were still sleeping." Hotch answered without looking up from the file on his desk.

"It's 7:30 in the morning. I should be." She slumped against the door frame and pouts.

"With Jack, 7:00 is sleeping in."

"No case, no son. Just me. All alone in your bed." She took a few steps towards him, undoing a button on his dress shirt that she threw over herself.

"Emily, I need to finish these then I'm all yours." He finally looked up to see the desire in her eyes. "Ok, give me five minutes and I'll come back to bed." He looked quickly back to the papers on his desk trying to keep his resolve.

"Ok, five minutes." He could hear the warning in her voice. She sauntered back down the hall with a swing of her hips. If those reports weren't so damned important he would have followed right away.

He returned to arrest reports, tactical strategy plans and evidence logs. He silently cursed Strauss for leaving him with all this work again. Even with Morgan and Dave helping with things for their unit, Hotch was swamped with files. He tried to work as thoroughly and swiftly as possible to get back to real life.

He felt the warm soft kisses on his neck before he even noticed she was in the room. Her hands moved down his shoulders and arms coming to a rest on his chest.

"It has been thirty minutes. Time to put them down," She said between kisses.

"Can I at least finish this one?"

She moved her open mouth to his ear. "No," she whispered and picked the file up over his head. As she walked toward the dinning room he heard her taunt. "If you want if back you need to come get it."

"I'm almost done with it. If you lose my place, I'll have to start again." He stood up with an arm out.

"Well then you'll need to come quick so you don't forget where you are." She winked at him from her spot on the other side of the table where she stopped. She raised the file over head. A useless gesture since he has half a foot on her.

He moved towards her. "Emily, please give it back. I promise I'm almost done." Just as he reached her she darted to his left towards the couch. He spun around to face her.

"Uh Uh, I'm not making it that easy." She positioned the couch in between them. He took a few steps and she moved in the other direction. A giggle escaped her. She sounded like Jack hyped up on sugar.

Soon he was running in loops around his desk and couch trying to get her. A few laughs escaped him as well. He almost has her arm in his grasp when he collided into her body. Files scattered from his desk as she crumpled to the floor. He couldn't help but notice her round butt exposed as she lay curled on her side.

"Are you ok?" He knelt down next to her to examine the scrape on her knee. "I'm so sorry."

"I've taken harder hits in the field. I'll be fine, maybe a bruised hip. Oh and my ego, that's pretty deflated." She surveyed the damage done to his desk. Half the files are on the floor, his lamp his knocked over, a drawer got knocked open. Hotch followed her eyes to the desk and let out a groan. "Let me help with this."

Hotch started scanning and stacking papers back into folders. Emily worked on returning items to drawers and tidying the desk. As she tucked away some pens she eyed the familiar logo of a FBI badge.

"Oohh! Is this you? When did you ever look like that?" Emily was giggling again.

"That was my very first FBI badge," There was a hint of fondness in his voice, "when I did security clearances for your mother's staff."

"Are you sentimental?" He just shrugged in response. "The stoic Agent Hotchner actually can smile? Wait until the others see this!" In this picture Hotch had grown out bowl cut and smile what reached his eyes. He looked carefree and happy with this baby face and goofy grin.

The meaning in Emily's tone was not lost on him. In the few months they had been together again the team had commented on how he had been more lighthearted. "Emily, please give it back." He gave her a stern look reaching out to grab it.

He saw the idea creep into her mind. Her eyebrow lifted as the ends of her mouth turned up. Before he could ask she was up running across the room again, this time toward the bedroom. He dashed after her. When he caught up to her, she was digging her phone out of her bag.

"Oh no you don't." He picked her up by her waist and swung her around, her feet kicking out. She let out a playful scream. "That picture is not leaving this house."

Seeing that he wasn't going to willingly let her take a picture of it Emily changed her tactics. "I give up. Put me down." As soon has her feet touched the ground she turned and placed her arms around his neck. "It's about time you put your hands on me," Emily looked up at him through her dark lashes.

"Are you trying to seduce me Ms. Prentiss?" He titled his head and smiled at her.

"Yes Sir." She placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Is it working?"

"Yes," he moved his mouth to her neck and tightened his grip on her waist, "but I'm still not going to let you take a picture of it."

"That's what you think." Emily let out a moan and undid another button. Her hands found their way under Hotch's t-shirt, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Emily was snuggled against Hotch's side, her head on his chest. She could hear is soft snores. Taking this as her cue, she quietly slipped out of the bed. She picked up her phone and zoomed in on Hotch's badge that they left on the nightstand. A few clicks later and the picture is set as her caller ID. Emily smiled at the picture a moment more; thankful she gets to see glimpses of the carefree Hotch. Thankful that he's still in there even after all the horrors they've seen.

"So that was your plan? Use your feminine wiles me to wear me out then sneak around? Very clever." Hotch was now on his side, head propped up on his hand.

"I thought so." Emily got back in to bed, scooting her back against his chest. "Now every time you call, even when it's something bad about a case, I'll have a reason to smile."