Later that evening the team checks into a hotel. She likes the break, when they travel. It's nice having someone just a room down, rather than the solitude of her apartment. She is having trouble sleeping for some reason. Not sure what is bugging her, she decides to go for a jog, let the night air freshen her mind. She takes care to stick to main roads, always keeping a distance from car doors, save someone open one into her face, on accident or on purpose. There is something invigorating about a night run. That hint of danger and fear that makes her run faster, saying fuck you too all the assholes who would make her feel fear, as she runs, and keeps running. She has the right to feel safe, but after all she's seen, she finds it hard to let her guard down, to fully relax.

She arrives back at the hotel room. It's 1am and she really should get some rest. She opens the door, panting from nearly sprinting the last kilometre. She freezes mid breath. Hotch is sitting in a chair, waiting for her.

"Hotch, you scared me!"

Taken aback momentarily, she manages to recover.

"Couldn't sleep?" she ventures to ask.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replies.

"I just had some extra energy to burn off, that's all." She tries to hold his gaze, but his eyes are too solid, too suspicious.

He continues to stare at her for a moment, as if unsure whether to continue.

"Prentiss, I know it's none of my business, but I need my whole team to be functioning well, we can't profile properly if people are distracted."

"I agree, is someone distracted?" She attempts to escape his implications.

Again, silence lies between them. Hotch slowly stands and approaches Emily. She finds herself instinctively taking a few steps back. Realizing her mistake she stands her ground as he takes a few more steps past her, and closes the door, leaving them both standing there in her darkened hotel room.

"Prentiss, going for a jog at midnight with a serial killer hunting brunettes on the loose... It doesn't take a profiler to know that something's up."

She stands there speechless. She hadn't expected him to come to the point quite so quickly. Usually they left this kind of thing out, allowing each other their privacy. They already share so much, there was a general agreement to lay off the behavioral analysis of team members.

"Hotch, I just couldn't sleep. Besides, I can take care of myself, it doesn't mean..."

"Emily, I don't want to hear excuses if that's all you have to give me. I'm sorry for commenting, I just, I really need your head in this one. If you want to talk..."

"I know, thanks Hotch."

"Well I should get some sleep. Breakfast is at 7am tomorrow, so we can head to the department early. It's been a while since you've come to one, it'd be nice to see you."

"I will, I promise. Night."

Hotch leaves and Emily slowly crumbles to the ground. She hates that he has noticed. She knows he suspects a pattern, but he has nothing to prove it. Nothing to confirm his suspicions. She may have to show up to breakfast tomorrow.

Frustrated anew, she climbs into bed, hoping that tomorrow won't leave her feeling as hollow. Hoping that her emptiness will end up perfecting the void.