A/N: Hello again! Here I am super fast because you guys are super amazing and your reviews made me super happy and my BETA is super awesome! Hahaha. Chapter one, we'll see how our two agents met and a little POV about how they both are feeling after the reencounter. Hope you like it! Thank you so so so much for the reviews and alerts. :)

Disclaimer: Do not own CM.

Chapter 1

Yale University – New Haven, Connecticut, 1989.

Emily Prentiss ordered her usual cup of coffee at Glenn's Café and sat at the last available table. It was a cold Monday morning, mid-February and the rain was falling lightly outside. She was tired and sleepy after a long night of study. She had to go to Washington that weekend to her father's birthday and now she had two papers to finish until Wednesday and three seminars to prepare until Friday.

She opened her book and started to read for her class later, completely oblivious to the rest of the Café. It was her second year at Yale and she had decided to start her master in psychology next year, so she was taking some extra classes to get used to it and she found herself really enjoying it. Although her mother still talked to her about getting a degree in Political Science she didn't have any interest in follow her career as a diplomat or anything involving politics.

She had was been always fascinated by psychology and criminology so she was trying to get as many classes related to it as she could and hopefully she would get a job on law enforcement, maybe the CIA or even the FBI later. While she was submerged at Graham Reed's book she didn't notice the young brunette man approaching her table with a steaming cup of coffee and a couple of books in hand.

He cleared his throat to catch her attention and when she looked up she saw him smiling slightly at her and pointing to the vacant chair across her. "Excuse me. There aren't any other tables available, do you mind?" He asked with a deep and low voice that made her shiver, this time not because of the cold. He had a short dark hair perfectly tidy and was wearing jeans and a black polo shirt, showing very well his defined shoulders and clinging his very detectable six-pack.

She smiled at him slightly and nodded. "Of course…" He thanked her quietly and sat, opening his books and a notepad starting to read and make notes. She saw the Constitutional Law book and deduced he was already on law school. His brow was furrowed and his lips moving almost imperceptibly as he read the book while his left hand made notes on the notepad. She didn't see any ring so either he only had a girlfriend or was single. He appeared to be no more than twenty-five years and she thought he was truly one of the most handsome men she had seen in her nineteen years.

They stayed in silence for several minutes, both busy with their works until a small blonde woman approached their table with a wide grin on her face.

"Aaron…" She purred with a low voice, leaning on her elbows in front of him giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. Emily noticed the way his shoulders stilled and his jaw looked.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and let out an annoyed huff. "Melanie". He said flatly. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, I can think of a few things you can do for me…" She said wickedly and he winced. "I waited for you last Friday at Cassy's party but you never came…" She pouted.

"I'm not into parties, Melanie. I had work to do…" He said without looking up from his book.

"But you're always so dense, Aaron… You should relax sometimes… I can help you with that…" She suggested running a hand on his forearm.

He removed her hand and looked up to her with a serious face. "Melanie, no offense, but I already told you more than once that I'm not interested…"

"Oh, Aaron, and we both know that this is bullshit. Everyone is interested…" She said confidently and Emily rolled her eyes while he just shook his head.

"I'm not everyone". He stated simply and Emily raised an eyebrow. No, he definitely wasn't everyone.

"Oh, c'mon. How can you possibly be not interested in me? What's not to like? I do anything… and I mean anything…" She said suggestively.

He huffed tiredly and looked at her in silence for a few seconds. "Honestly?" he started "I'm really not into sluts". He said firmly and watched her jaw drop. Emily couldn't believe in her ears. Had he really said that? Now she was even more curious about this guy.

"How dare you?" She cried. "You jackass! I don't ever want to see you again!" She said taking her purse.

"Pinky promise?" He couldn't help but say and smiled when Emily snorted.

"You'll regret this, Aaron Hotchner…" Melanie said furiously before turning around and walk away.

"I really don't think so…" He murmured quietly looking back at his book.

Emily looked at the brunette man with curious eyes and a playful smile. "Now that was some entertainment…" She commented and he looked up to her with a smile on his face. His perfect white teeth along with his dimples made him even more handsome. Honestly she didn't blame the slut blonde for wanting something with him.

"I'm glad you had fun…" He said smiling and she laughed nodding.

"It was hilarious… she was almost putting her breasts on your face!" She laughed and he chuckled.

"I really hope she had gotten the message this time…" He said.

"I think she did, it was pretty explicit…" She chuckled. "Emily…" She said holding her hand to him shake.

"Aaron…" He said taking her hand and smiling.

As they focused again on their works she couldn't help but think that this was a very different and interesting man.

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Quantico, Virginia, 2006.

Emily walked into her apartment and dropped the keys on the table mechanically, going to her couch and sitting quietly. She still couldn't believe in what had happened this morning. She had gone to the BAU excited and anxious, wanting nothing more than start this new phase on her life, finally working with one of the most famous team in the FBI, doing what she always wanted to do. And now, just five hours later she was in tears back at her place, wanting nothing more than run and never look back.

What were the odds of this happening? After fifteen years without seeing or knowing about him she would have to work with him on a demanding job, traveling across the whole country with him at any day and any time. How she was supposed to survive this? Just the sight of him made her palms sweat, her legs weaken and her heart race.

She remembered his shocked face when he saw her and the way his eyes looked her up and down.

You look beautiful…

She closed her eyes still hearing his voice on her ear. She was so mad at herself for letting three little words affect her like this. She was so mad that he still had so much power… she was so mad.

And she was so scared…

God, how could she work with this man? The only man she'd ever loved. The only man she'd ever given her heart without regards. The only man she'd trusted blindly. The only man she saw herself marrying and building a life with. The only man she had ever wanted to be the father of her children. The man she thought it would be by her side for the rest of her life.

The same man that broke every single piece of her heart and throw it on the trash like garbage. The same man that let her afraid of trusting in anyone again. The same man that made her block her heart from anyone who came close and tried to win her. The same man that now was displaying his wedding ring proudly, like if everything he had promised to her had never meant anything.

He had destroyed her in every possible way and now he was back. And he had again tried to destroy her dreams, destroy her life and leave her without anything. But she wouldn't let it. Not this time. She wouldn't allow him to hurt her again. She would fight, tooth and nail, to prevent him to break her again. Now that he was her colleague and boss she would have to accept him in her life again. But she would never, ever again let him get any closer to her heart.

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Aaron sat on the nearest bench and watched the children playing on the playground in the park. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, his shoulders sagging tiredly. After fifteen years without seeing her, Emily Prentiss was back in his life. And she was so beautiful… more beautiful than when he meet her in that Café in Yale all those years ago. He remembered clearly her sitting on a small table, drinking her coffee and reading The Psychology of Anomalous Experience. She was wearing a dark blue sweater with jeans and a black jacket. Her hair was pulled in a messy bum and she was drinking her coffee while her fingers tapped the table rhythmically as if she was listening to some music.

He remembered her sweet smile when he asked to sit with her and how she not-so-discreetly sneaked some looks towards him from time to time. He remembered how she laughed with him when the blonde slut from one of his classes came to their table and tried to flirt with him.

He sighed and rubbed his face trying to figure how he was going to deal with this new development. He remembered her fierce eyes when he said he wanted to talk with Gideon. She was right, he was going to let his fear talk louder and he was going to ask him to transfer her to another team. But like she made clear, she wouldn't allow him to destroy her again.

Feeling the tears welling in his eyes he remembered his mistake fifteen years ago and how it cost him the love of his life. He played with his ring for a while, the symbol of his deepest regret. He knew he had done the right thing marrying Haley and he didn't regret that because of Jack. But the way he hurt the woman he vowed to spend the rest of his life with was going to haunt him forever.

His phone beeped and he looked down at the screen, seeing a text from his wife.

Hey, think you'll be at home for dinner? Let me know. Love you.

He answered her with a quick yes and sighed thinking about how the hell he was going to break the news to her.

A/N: So? Next one we will found out what Hotch did and see how Haley will take the news. Reviews make me work faster! :)