AN: I didn't mention this in the first chapter but it goes without saying that I don't own the show or the song… because if I did things would be going differently…Enjoy…
The team was distracted. They needed to find the perfect song for Morgan. A song that was somewhat easy to sing but also crazy enough for them to tease him about in the future.
"Morgan if you don't decide soon we're all going to die of old age." Emily had suggested several songs but none were manly enough for him.
"Don't rush me Emily. If I have to do this I'll pick the song."
"I think you're stalling."
"I am not stalling JJ…"
"Sure you're not, don't forget Austen knows the bar owner and he said he'd keep it open until you sang." Garcia was having fun. Morgan's avoidance of singing was actually quite entertaining.
Morgan threw chips at Garcia in response. Hotch excused himself saying he was going to the bathroom. He was extremely nervous but he knew he had to do this. After everything Emily had done for him, what was a little embarrassment.
"It's been ten minutes, Emily do you know where Aaron went?" Rossi was curious, it wasn't like him to be gone from the group for so long without an explanation.
She shook her head. "He said he was going to the bathroom. What I do know is Morgan is stalling."
"No I'm not, I'm…" Morgan was interrupted as a song began to play and the singer began. The voice all too familiar.
"The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting, though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out."
Hotch moved towards Emily. She gasped when he knelt down in front of her, taking her hand.
"I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life"
"I'm sorry Emily, I'm sorry for pushing you away, for not letting you in, after everything you've done for me you are the one person I can trust with anything. I'm an idiot because you saw that I needed help before I did. I didn't want to see it. My world was slowly falling apart and while you were trying to help me I pushed you away and just made things worse."
The team didn't know what to do, they were all too shocked. Not shocked that the two were together, anyone could see they cared for each other and had something more than just friendship, they were shocked that Aaron Hotchner spoke of his feelings in such a public setting.
Emily was at a loss for words. She didn't expect this. "These past two days have been the worst. Not waking up next to you, not talking to you has made me want to crawl into a whole and not come out. I miss you Emily." He poured his heart out. Emily reached with her other and cupped his face. She gave him a small smile.
"I missed you too." She bent down and kissed him. "I need your help." He whispered.
"I'm here Aaron. No matter what, I will always be here." She gave him a tight hug.
"Let's go home. You look like crap." He chuckled. He was sure he looked like death. Without another word to each other or the team he stood up and extended his hand out to her. She took his hand and together they walked out hand in hand leaving a very confused team.
"What just happened?" JJ was the first to recover from the shock.
"How long do you think that's been going on?" Reid asked.
Again no one had an answer. "You got lucky Derek Morgan because that can not be topped."
Morgan let out a sigh of relief. "Oh you still have to sing hot stuff just not today."
"Ah come on baby girl, I'm sure there is something else I could do." He told her seductively.
"Oh there's plenty handsome, but you're not getting out of this." She winked.
Morgan groaned.
"Did Hotch and Emily just leave us with the check?" Reid asked suddenly.
"I'll get it." Rossi pulled out his wallet. "Besides those two have plenty to deal with at the moment."
"So you think we can bombard them with questions Sunday? It'll give them a whole day to come up with a good story." Garcia wanted details. She prided herself on knowing everything.
The team nodded. They would get their answers soon.
AN: If you've read my profile you'll know that I am constantly listening to Broken by Lifehouse. The play count is over 8000, you would think I would get sick of it but it inspires me no matter what I'm working on. Hope you liked this pointless little piece... My external is broken and it holds the sequel to Emergency Contact…uhh…I'll try to get that soon… Happy Fourth of July!