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Emily slammed the door to her apartment. Tears strung her eyes, threatening to fall. It hurt so much seeing the disgust on Hotch's face. And it was all because she had wanted to move on from the feelings she had for him. She hadn't wanted to fall for her boss, she always felt sorry for the women that happened to. Then it happened to her. She had tried to fit in, when she first joined the BAU, and keep her distance, except her caring and nurturing side came out. Then Foyet had threatened Hotch and his family.

She would never forget the day she found his apartment after he'd been attacked. She'd had to put aside the dread she felt when she saw the blood on the floor to help find him. And the relief she felt when she saw him wake in the hospital broke down her defenses. She let herself fall for him even with the fraternization rules and his obvious indifference towards her. She had always been great at compartmentalizing and this had been no different however if she ever expected to be happy she needed to let it go and move on. Moving on was exactly why she had accepted the damn date in the first place and now look where it got her.

Angry and determined not to cry over her boss she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and began to clean her home. It was long overdue anyway, since she had been away so often lately, with only a day or two home in between, the take-out menus had stacked up. She put her hair up into a pony tail and gathered up the menus, tossed them out then went to her room to gather up her laundry. The mindless tasks did nothing to defuse her anger. Her clothes suffered from her jerky movements as she sorted the lights and darks.

She was contemplating digging out a menu to order some Thai as she smoothed the bedspread out when she heard someone knock at her door. Guessing it was a neighbour asking to borrow a cup of sugar she rushed down the stairs. She stubbed her toe on the kitchen counter and cursed loudly. She checked the peephole in the door and sighed. She'd forgotten Hotch had a key to the building. She thought about pretending she wasn't home except he probably heard her stumbling around. "If you're here to apologize you can…" She said as she opened the door.

"I'm not here to apologize." He said cutting her off. She raised her eyebrows in question, wondering what he came over for if that wasn't his intention. He had his briefcase in one hand and his go-bag in the other. She rested her shoulder on the door jamb, waiting for him to explain. "May I come in?" He asked politely.

She debated slamming the door in his face but decided against it since he was her boss. If he hadn't suspended her for her actions in the office, he might just fire her for a door in the face. She stepped back and allowed him to come in. She watched him set his go-bag on the floor where she'd hit her toe and place his briefcase on the counter. He'd only been in her apartment once but he looked completely unmoved by being in it for the second time.

"Garcia found three Daniel Fitzpatricks in Virginia. None of them match the description of your date." He said finally. She wasn't sure but she thought she heard a slight inflection when he said 'date', almost as if he was mocking her. She kept her mouth shut incase she was reflecting and she'd just imagined it. At least he was sharing information on the case. "Morgan showed the picture to Alice's mother but she didn't recognize him."

"So all you have left is Daniel calling me back." It wasn't a question. His jaw flexed and she wanted to punch it. He had no right be acting like this, if anyone should be angry it was her.

"Which is why I'm here." He didn't look at her. She didn't feel like arguing with him again. She didn't need him to protect her but if he wanted to hangout around her place he could.

"Fine. Make yourself at home." She said but her tone suggested anything but. She grabbed her cell phone from the bowl on the kitchen counter where she put it when she got home and started for the stairs. "I'm taking a shower." She didn't wait for him to reply.

She placed her cell on the bathroom sink so she could grab it if it rang. She let the hot water sooth the tight muscles in her back. Some of the tension she felt started to wash away with the soap bubbles. Her mind began to wander to Hotch sitting on her couch and her body began to react. She thought about him coming up the stairs, opening the bathroom door, stripping off his suit and getting in under the hot spray… She cursed her treacherous body, didn't it know she was trying not to have those feelings for her boss?

Turning off the water she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. It was just wide enough that it covered her breasts and came to just below her bottom but not quite long enough so it left a V up the side, exposing the top of her thigh. The size of the towel wasn't normally a problem, since she lived alone, she would have just dried off, dropped the towel and walked naked to her bedroom across the hall but with Hotch in her apartment she wasn't going to tempt fate. If there was a chance that he could need the bathroom, she needed the towel.

She opened the bathroom door, shivered when the cold air hit her exposed skin then stopped when she came face to face with Hotch. His hand was poised to knock. She clutched her towel tighter to her chest while the other when down to the bottom making sure it was covering what it was supposed to. He let his hand fall to his side. She was having one of those surreal moments where she didn't know what to do so she stood still, staring at him. "I called up but you didn't answer." He replied trying to find where would be safe to look before his eyes settled on her face. "You have nothing to eat."

"Oh." She tucked her still dripping hair behind her ear. She caught his gaze follow the motion and said nothing as his eyes watched a droplet of water, from her wet hair, drip down her neck and disappear into her barely concealed cleavage. She felt her body warm again, the cold air teasing the exposed skin between her thighs. "I usually just order out." Her voice came out throatier than she intended and she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. The cold air made her shiver again and it seemed as though it just dawned on him that he was staring at his subordinate's chest. He cleared his throat and frowned, his earlier irritation seemingly returned.

"I'll just wait down stairs for you to get dressed." He said suddenly, turned and walked away.

Wondering what they hell had just happened Emily stayed rooted to the spot. If she hadn't known better she would have thought he had been flustered before he went back to being pissed off. It didn't make sense to her, Hotch never got flustered. Angry, happy or sad, sure but she couldn't ever remember a time when he looked unsure of himself. It just wasn't in his emotional repertoire, though she'd never been mostly naked in front of him before. She wished it was actually her that made him flustered, not just the situation. He probably would have reacted the same way if it had of been Penelope.

Dressed in jeans and a burgundy tank top, her hair damp and free around her shoulders, she walked cautiously down the stairs not sure what to expect. He had lost his jacket and had rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, his head was down and he was leaning against her counter as he looked at his cell phone. He looked comfortable and not at all out of place in her home. It filled her with a longing that she crushed with thoughts of his face contorted in disgust from before. It was dangerous for her to keep thinking those things about him. Why couldn't she just get that through her thick scull? "I threw out the take-out menus when I cleaned earlier. They're in the recycling." She said drawing his attention to her.

His head came up and as he took in her appearance his expression darkened. She wondered if he wasn't just male PMSing. She hoped so, so when this case was over he could go back to his indifference towards her and she could go back to secretly pining for him. "Do any of them deliver this early in the day?" He asked interrupting her thoughts.

"Tien, at my favourite Thai place does. Only for me though. I tip him way too much." She moved into the kitchen area, skirting around him as she went to the blue box she kept under the counter. She handed over the flyer. "Pick out what you like." His hand came up to take the paper and his fingers brushed against hers. His eyebrows came together slightly but he didn't frown or pull back which she took as a sign that whatever had been stuck up his ass was gone.

To Be Continued...?