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When Emily woke up, she opened her eyes to an empty bed. Where was Hotch? she thought. It was 7am and she had to wake Abigail for school so she got up and went to her bedroom.

"Sweetheart, wake up," Emily said sitting on her bed.

Abigail opened her eyes and smiled. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up. Emily smiled and gave the little girl a kiss, helping her out of bed.

"Get dressed for school, I'm gonna make breakfast," Emily said getting up.

"Ok, mommy can you make pancakes?" Abigail asked.

"Sure baby," Emily replied giving her a kiss and walking into the kitchen.

"Aaron?" Emily called out.

There was no answer so she sighed. She walked over to the counter and saw a note sitting there. Emily rolled her eyes and read the letter.

It said: Emily, I had to go to a last minute meeting. Sorry I couldn't take Abbs to school. I'll see you at work. Love you.

"What the fuck!" Emily yelled as she threw the, now crumbled, note to the ground.

"Mommy! That's a bad word!" Abby yelled as she walked into the kitchen.

"I know baby, I'm sorry... Mommy's just upset. Don't worry about it," Emily said putting the pan on the stove.

Abigail stood there quietly, staring at her mother. Emily noticed she was being stared at and turned around.

"Why you starin' at me Abbs?" Emily laughed.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked.

"No! Baby, I'm not mad at you," Emily said kneeling next to her.

"Are you mad at daddy?" she asked.

Emily was hesitant at first, she was mad at Hotch but she didn't want Abby to know.

"No, I'm not mad, it's ok," Emily said with a sad smile.

"Oh..." Abby trailed off.

Emily gave her a kiss and stayed kneeled next to her for a while. Abigail was a smart girl for a five year old.

"Mommy, what's that black stuff?" Abigail asked pointing to the stove.

Emily turned around and realized the pancakes were burning.

"Holy crap!" Emily yelled taking the pan off the stove.

"Mommy, stop saying bad words!" Abby yelled.

"Ok I'm sorry. Go brush your hair and I'll have the pancakes ready when you come back."

Abby nodded and left the kitchen. Emily sighed and fought back some tears. She took a deep breath and finished making the pancakes. They were on a plate, already on the table when Abby came out, dressed, hair combed, and with her book bag. Emily watched her little girl sit down and eat for a while, Emily had a smile on her face.

"You know you're beautiful," she said still smiling.

Abigail laughed and put her fork down.

"Daddy tells me that all the time," she said standing up and putting her plate in the sink.

Emily's smile stayed on her face; she then remembered why she was with that asshole, all the love he gave her and their daughter when he wasn't working. Emily got up and kissed Abby's head.

"Mommy's gonna change and then drive you to school ok," Emily said walking to her bedroom.

She quickly got dressed and went back into the living room where Abby was sitting.

"Come on, march!" Emily said with a laugh, grabbing her keys and opening the door.

They laughed to the car and Emily dropped Abigail off at school, and then drove to work. She walked into the bullpen and put her keys in her desk drawer, walking up to Hotch's office.

"Aaron-"

She was stopped by Hotch putting his hand out, he was on the phone.

"This is important, hang up," Emily said closing the door.

Hotch shook his head and continued speaking on the phone.

"You broke another promise, you ditched Abby today. Hang up," Emily demanded.

"Em, I'm busy," he said putting the phone to his chest.

"Too bad!"

Hotch put the phone back to his ear and continued his conversation. He's so beside himself, Emily thought, rolling her eyes.

"You know what, fuck you. Ignore your fucking wife, and why don't you ditch your daughter tomorrow too," Emily said outraged.

"Babe-"

"No, don't call me that!" Emily yelled storming out of his office.

"Emily!"

Hotch sighed but didn't hang up. That was his biggest mistake, not hanging up the damn phone. Emily ran out of the building in tears but was stopped when someone grabbed her arm.

"Oh my god! Emily, what's wrong?" Garcia asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," she replied wiping some of her tears.

"Did something happen with Abby?"

"No, she's fine. Garcia just drop it," Emily said pulling her arm from Garcia's grasp.

Emily ran to the parking lot to get her car and realized she didn't bring her keys. She refused to go back inside so she decided to call someone. She didn't want to ask Garcia because she would've pushed the issue, same with Morgan and JJ. Reid would be concerned and he would also push it, not as much, but he would... Then she just picked up the phone and called the wisest person she knew.

"Rossi," he answered.

"Hey Rossi, its Emily."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Can you bring my keys to the parking lot? There in the top left drawer of my desk."

"Uhm.. Sure, but why can't you just come get it?"

"Because, are you gonna bring them or not?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

Emily hung up and waited near her car, watching the door for Rossi. When he walked outside he saw her and walked over.

"Here you go," he said holding out the keys when suddenly his facial expression changed, "Em, have you been crying?"

"It's nothing..." she said grabbing her keys.

"What happened?" he asked.

The softness in his voice made Emily look up at him. He looked so calm and not as frantic as Garcia, thank god. Emily sighed and leaned against the car.

"Aaron is being an asshole and I can't take it anymore. The other day he missed dinner so he promised Abby he would be there yesterday. Was he there?" Emily asked.

The look on Rossi's face made Emily assume he knew the answer was no.

"And today, he was supposed to drive Abigail to school. He fucking bailed on her. It's not even like it's the first time, he puts his job before us even when he knows what happened last time he did that," Emily said wiping a tear from her cheek.

Rossi sighed and gave Emily a tight hug. The hug made her cry a little more but she controlled herself.

"I'll set him straight... Emily, you stay strong," Rossi say pulling away.

Emily nodded and got in the car. Rossi was walking away when she called out the window.

"Thanks Dave," she said.

He gave her a sad smile and walked back inside. Emily sighed and started the car. She drove home and went straight to the bed. As soon as she laid down she had a waterfall of tears stream down her face. She didn't know how to deal with it anymore. Their daughter was already five and Hotch had barley been there the last year. Her sobbing tired her out and she eventually fell asleep.