A/N: So Hotch isn't completely evil. Thank you to all who reviewed! I love getting feedback! (recently edited)
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Chapter 2
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When she left his office, he felt a wave of guilt hit him. Last night, he had dragged her out of the office, attacked her, and accused her of something she didn't even do. He didn't know what had come over him, but seeing Emily hug Senator Steinwell had made him sure she was the one who had leaked the connection between the prostitutes. He knew he had insulted her with his accusations, and then he hadn't even apologized. He was fairly certain that her outburst this morning was due to questions over what had happened outside last night. That knowledge made him feel even more guilty.
He knew that what had happened last night was partly because of all the stress he was under from the divorce, and the anger he had at Strauss for appointing a new agent to his team without his knowledge or consent. He promised himself he would apologize to her for his behavior by the end of the day, and reassure her that he would not take her out of the field.
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Emily was seething by the time she got back to her desk. This was one of those times she was thankful that she had grown up an ambassador's daughter, and had learned when to keep her mouth shut. She was sure if she hadn't, she would have voiced her outrage at having her own actions questioned, while Hotch acted like his from the night before were fine.
She decided she would block him out, and when she did have to speak with him, or be around him, she would regard him with a cool but polite attitude. She figured this was the only way she would be able to keep her anger in check.
When Derek walked into the bullpen with an extra-large pizza box in hand, everyone knew it was time for lunch. Emily got out her bottle of ibprofen and took two more pills. Everybody was in the conference room, eating, and when Emily walked in, the only two seats left were between Derek and Reid, or next to Hotch. Emily quickly sat down to the right of Derek, the left of Reid. Normally she hated being in between the two, because they fought a lot, but she would take that over sitting next to Hotch right now.
Derek and Reid were arguing over who would be the best killer, a small guy, with a weapon, or a big guy with just his hands. It wasn't hard to figure out who was arguing which side. Reid was just getting into a complex explanation of how the little guy would be better, when Derek reached across Emily and cuffed Reid on the back of his head.
"but a big guy can just do that" he said, his kind of explanation. When he was pulling his arm back to his body, it, accidentally tipped Emily's plate off the table, spilling her slice of pizza onto her white shirt. "Crap! Man, Derek," she hissed at him, while trying to get the pizza sauce off her shirt. It wasn't working. She walked out with the intent of getting a shirt out of her go bag, then realized she only had sleeve-less shirts in it. Aw Damn! Maybe I can borrow one of JJ's.
she walked back into the conference room, and motioned to JJ. JJ walked out to the hall, wondering what Emily wanted.
"look, I'm sorry about snapping at you before about me and Hotch, I didn't mean to, you were just the third person to ask me about it." Emily apologized.
"No Problem" replied JJ. "do you think I could borrow one of your shirts? I forgot to put some more in my go bag." Emily finished the lie, hoping she wouldn't get caught, and praying that JJ would have a long-sleeved shirt.
"yea, sure, but you should pack some shirts tonight, you never know when we might have a case."
"no, but you do," Emily joked. They walked together to JJ's office, and JJ rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a blue shirt. Emily breathed a mental sigh of relief when she saw that it was a long-sleeve. JJ handed the shirt to Emily, saying
"you can change in here, there's no point going all the way to the bathroom." She was already closing the blinds. Uh-oh. I've always changed in front of JJ before, and it wasn't a big deal. She's gonna get suspicious if I ask for privacy all of a sudden. Might as well get this over with, because you're not getting out of it. "Thanks, for the shirt, and everything" Emily said, turning, hoping JJ wouldn't be able to see the bruises from behind. Here goes, she thought. Emily pulled the stained shirt over her head. And JJ gasped.
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