A/N So I updated this all I changed was to add two lines to the seventh paragragh. So if you've already read this chapter that's all you need to read. As ever I own nothing.

What was she doing here? He couldn't believe his eyes. SHE was standing in front of him. He pinched himself. He hoped it was a nightmare.

It wasn't. "What are you doing here?" His words were harsh. He wished he could tone them down, but he couldn't.

"Nice to see you too." She was polite. Growing up an ambassador's daughter had taught her to be polite and keep her true feelings buried.

"Emily." His tone was dangerous it said don't mess with me.

"It's Agent Prentiss. I'm here to join the BAU." You know I'm an agent Aaron. You don't have to play this game.

"There must be a mistake."

"There's no mistake." She reached into the box she was carrying and pulled out a piece of paper. She handed it to him. It was all of the necessary paperwork. It looked in order. The rings on her finger mocked him. They reminded him of his failures.

No, please God no. Anything but this. This couldn't be happening. Surely the gods didn't hate me that much. Not after everything that happened. Not after the last time he had seen her. Not after that night.

"You want to transfer to the BAU?" There had to be a way out of this.

"Yes. Look we can be professional about this. You're now my boss. That's all we have to be. You're my boss and I am your subordinate."

She wasn't going to think about the past. About what they had meant to each other. About that night. About either night. She was here to do a job. Her dream job. The rest of it, well, they didn't call her "the queen of compartmentalization" for nothing.

"And that's it. You just shove all of it everything that happened, what we meant to each other, all of it into one the little boxes in your mind. And you just call it a day. You can do that?" He spat out. He couldn't do that. Not after everything. He was still human. He had a heart. I wonder if she truly does? Or was it trained out of her?

"Yes. I can do that."

"I am going to look into this. I didn't approve your transfer. I'll get back to you."

"Are you punishing me?" I can't believe he would be so petty. Not after everything. Not after what he did.

"No. This is professional. We are going to play by your rules. We don't know each other. This is the first time we met. I didn't approve your transfer. This is the BAU. We are a specialty. We don't just let anyone come in."

A knock on the door stopped Emily from responding. JJ popped her head in. "Hotch we got a case."

"Ok briefing room in five. Agent Prentiss I'll see you when I get back."

And with that he walked out of the office leaving a fuming Emily Prentiss behind. How dare he? How does he think he is? Maybe this is a bad idea? No. I will not let him take away my dream job. He's just going to have to suck it up.

She knew he came back tonight. A little coffee and a muffin can work wonders. She waited in his office. She looked around. She noticed some files someone had recently dropped off.

She read the one on the top. She started profiling. After a few minutes she heard someone coming up the stairs. He walked into the office.

Hotch began the climb up the stairs that led to his office. I am going to calm down before I met with her. She doesn't deserve my anger. That was wrong. I shouldn't have reacted like that. But can I react differently? Who else can I be? I can't love her. I can't forget it happened. What can I be but angry? It's the only to protect my heart. He opened his office door. He noticed he wasn't alone.

"Please tell me you haven't been there for the last four days." What is she doing here?

"I heard you were flying back tonight."

"Heard, how... how could you have heard a thing like that?"

"This was dropped off today." She ignored his question. She didn't want him to know the lengths she had gone to find out when he was getting back.

"I appreciate your interest agent, but profiling is a specialty, we can't just let anyone who wants to give it a whirl." Go away. Please. Go away.

"The I-80 killer... co-ed's in Indiana."

"Yes I read it on the plane."

"They aren't blitz attacks, this guy's organised. He's a white male, early thirties, and a smooth talker, because even after eleven victims, he can still convince educated women who know there's a predator out there to get into his car."

"How would you advise the police?"

"I would stake out the ranch house, a night club in Gary, they have a very popular ladies night on Thursday's. If you look closely you'll see that eight out of the eleven victims went missing on a Friday morning, so something gets this creep's motor running on Thursday's."

He stared at her.

"This isn't a 'whirl' Agent Hotchner I belong in this unit, and all I'm asking you for is the chance to show you that."

Can I do this?

"We brief new cases every morning at ten am; you can see facilities management about a desk."

"You won't be sorry."

I'm already sorry.

A/N please review especially if you're confused. This is an experiment in reverse dramatic irony. I also know most of what's going to happen so occasionally I might ofrget a small detail. People's comments let me know where everyone's at.