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'Hotch!' she called and he turned around with raised eyebrows.
'Yes?'
'Thank you. For coming, I mean. It means a lot.' She felt herself blush.
Hotch looked at her. His dark eyes unreadable and Emily wondered what he was thinking about.
They stayed were they stood, looking at each other, neither one moving so much as an inch.
And suddenly Emily just knew what to do. She stepped forward and kissed him. Softly and gently. It was a spur of the moment decision, one of those that you sometimes think about, but never actually put into action, because you just can't pluck up the courage. But Emily couldn't bring herself to feel embarrassed, because it just felt right and good. She knew it was her boss, she knew that nothing could ever come out of it. And yet she reveled in the feeling of his body against hers. As his hand pressed against the small of her back, the damp clothes in his other hand starting to soak through her T-shirt, Emily couldn't suppress a soft moan. Too soon for her liking Hotch pulled away.
'I see you tomorrow,' he said and his breath whispered over her skin.
Emily nodded, but searched his face for some trace of rejection. She found none. Slowly Hotch entangled himself from her. He gently tugged a strand of hair behind Emily's ear.
'Good night.'
Emily watched him walk away without saying another word or moving. Before the metal doors of the elevator closed behind Hotch, she waved and received a small smile from him. She closed the door behind herself, suddenly looking very much forward to tomorrow. She went back to her movie and all thoughts of normalcy that had occupied her mind earlier faded away. She wouldn't trade her life for anything.
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True love stories never have endings.
(Richard Bach)
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A/N2: This would be the alternate ending. Tell me what you think; I hope it isn't too fluffy.