AN: Alright, I got enough reviews from you all *dances* you guys are the best. HPforever, I tried answering to your review but it was anonymous so I couldn't. But as in answer, I'm doing a little bit of both, I hope you'll like how it turned out. So here's the next chapter! It's a re-do of the episode 'The Last Word' and it's the episode in which Emily is introduced to the BAU. Enjoy!

Chapter Three

"I'm looking for the BAU." Aaron Hotchner stopped in his steps when he heard her voice, his breath stuck in his throat. He knew that voice, how could he ever forget?

"It's on floor three, ma'am." He watched as she turned around, most probably planning on following the secretary's directions. He gasped as he saw her face, she had changed since the last time he'd seen her but she had only grown more beautiful. Her eyes widened when they met his; she recognized him too.

"Agent Hotchner," he saw she was surprised to see him. "It's been a long time." She smiled awkwardly and he couldn't blame her; the last time he'd seen her they had both been naked. He'd left before she'd woken up and they'd never spoken again.

"Emily Prentiss, right?"As if he didn't know that. She nodded and he shook her hand. "How are you doing?" They walked towards the elevator together and talked about the usual socializing things. "Since when have you been working for the FBI?" he asked her, preventing an awkward silence to make its entrance.

"About ten years, now," she replied. "But I've been stationed mostly in the mid west; St. Louis, Chicago…" She slowly trailed off.

"Ten years?" Aaron asked incredulously. "It's been that long already?"

She chuckled a little. "Apparently, Sir." He saw her watching him through the corner of his eyes. "And you?" she asked "you've worked yourself up since the security jobs, what department are you in?"

"I'm lead ag…" Aaron started, but he got interrupted by a deep familiar voice.

"Agent Prentiss," Derek Morgan spoke in an appreciative tone from behind them. "What are you doing down here?"

"Derek Morgan," Emily laughed "I'm here for a job actually, but if they let even you into the bureau I don't think I have anything to worry about."

"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor yet" he smiled playfully and Aaron felt a pang of jealousy at how comfortable they seemed to be around each other. "I see you've met my boss, Aaron Hotchner." He looked up as he heard his name being said.

"Yes, she has," he said. "And you two already knew each other, I take?"

"We worked some cases together back in my cop days, in Chicago. She was the only FBI agent that ever got accepted by our unit." Aaron didn't liked the way his friend was looking at Emily and he saw a little smirk appearing on her face before she swiftly covered it; she'd noticed the snappy tone in his voice when Morgan had appeared.

All three of them looked up when they heard the bing of the elevator, they stepped in and Agent Morgan and Prentiss continued their conversation about Chicago while going up. Aaron started wishing he'd taken the stairs, his mood wasn't going to get any better like this. When the elevator binged again and the doors opened. "I've got to meet someone first." He heard Emily say. "I'll see you at lunch for that coffee." She smiled at Morgan before locking her eyes with Aaron's. "Agent Hotchner." She nodded her goodbye and walked away.

Aaron saw how Morgan watched Emily walk through the hallway with a grin on his face and had to suppress the urge to hit him square in the face. 'Why are you feeling so jealous?" His mind sprang to life. 'She's not yours; she broke up your marriage.' He tried not to groan, now would probably be a good time to slow down on the caffeine. His mind huffed, 'schizophrenic.'

"Let's get back to work, Morgan."

/

"103, 104, 105…" Emily Prentiss mumbled to herself as she followed the numbers on the office doors. She felt frustrated; why couldn't they have just given her the name of her new boss? She was going to meet the guy eventually, wasn't she? Stupid security details. "107." Her eyes widened as she saw the name plastered on the door. 'No,' she thought. 'That couldn't be, could it?' She slowly brought her fist up to knock and she cringed when she heard his voice telling her to come in. "Agent Hotchner?" Her voice faltered. "Are you the lead agent of the behavioral analysis unit?"

"Yes," he looked up, his face showing his confusion. "How can I help you?"

"Well," she laughed nervously, "I was hoping you could tell me where to put my stuff."

"I'm sorry?" he arched one dark eyebrow, clearly not understanding where she was getting at.

"I'm supposed to start here today," a blush crept up her face, this was not what she'd expected when she woke up this morning. Rummaging through the box she had with her, she took out a paper and handed it to Aaron. "At the BAU."

He eyed the paper suspiciously. "There's been a mistake," he mumbled, searching all the words carefully.

"I don't think so, sir." She wasn't going to let this happen, she wasn't going to let her dream be bashed just because she slept with her boss a long time ago.

"No, there's definitely been a mistake." Emily was just going to reply to his denial when a blonde woman interrupted them.

"Oh, Excuse me," the woman said as she saw her boss had company. "We're getting started."

"Thank you," he said, looking up from the paper for the first time. "I'll be right there." He redirected his attention back to Emily. "I didn't approve this transfer, Agent Prentiss. I'm sorry for the confusion but you've been misinformed. Excuse me," he said, handing her back the paper and walking to the door. "It was nice seeing you again." And with that he left, leaving a shocked Emily behind in his office. She wanted to yell at him; he'd just left her, again. But instead she took her stuff and made her way out of the office, watching as Aaron walked further away.

This wasn't how things were going to end, she'd worked way too hard for this job to just be send away again. She sighed and turned around. 'No,' she thought. 'This is not the end of things at all.'

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Aaron sighed as he walked up the stairs to his office, they'd caught their killer and the press had not given him the pleasure of remembrance; he should feel happy. But instead he felt a dreading feeling deep in his stomach, he dreaded going home alone. Well, going home to an empty hotel room. There'd been a water leak in his apartment building and they'd all been asked to evacuate for a couple of weeks; apparently it had been worst then they'd first thought. He hoped maintenance would be done with the leak soon so he could go back to his own home, because he was getting sick of the bare hotel room he slept in. He opened his office door and immediately noticed the beautiful woman seated on his couch. "Please tell me you haven't been there for the last four days," he said, trying his best to sound irritated.

"That would be a little psycho, wouldn't it?" she paused. "I heard you were flying back tonight," she finally explained.

"Heard? How could you have heard that?" He saw her stand up and hand a file to him, saying someone dropped it off today. He carefully eyed her, "I appreciate your interest, Agent. But profiling is a specialty." He walked back to his desk. "We can't just let anyone who wants to give it a try do it, it doesn't work like that."

Emily took a deep breath, it was now or never. She started telling him about the case file she'd just handed him, knowing he would probably already have read it. "They aren't blitz attacks," she said, telling him her thoughts on the killer; she profiled him.

Aaron was silent for a moment, processing everything he'd just heard. "How would you advice the police?" he finally managed to ask.

"I would stake out the ranch house." She seemed to be getting into it now. "A night club nearby, they have a popular ladies night on Thursdays. If you look closely you'll notice that eight of the eleven victims went missing on a Friday morning, so something gets this creep's motor running on Thursday." She finally breathed, thinking she'd done pretty well. But she wasn't done yet. "I know you think my parents pulled some strings to get me here, Agent Hotchner, but you're wrong. I belong in this unit and all I'm asking you for is the chance to show you that." She looked at him, waiting for a reprimand of some sort. But the man in front of her stayed silent.

"I still need to look into this," he finally spoke. "I'm not promising anything."

"Understood." Emily wanted to grin, feeling relieved that she would at least get a chance. But she contained herself.

"We brief new cases every morning at ten, you can see facility management about a desk."

"You won't be sorry." She grabbed her stuff and made her way to the door, a small smile managing to make its way through her professional façade.

Aaron watched her leave and sat back into his chair, feeling defeated. How would he ever be able to work with her when he still had memories of that night? How could he forget how she'd changed his whole life, and not necessarily in a good way? He couldn't. But her smile when she'd walked away, it had warmed him. Her smile had always done something to him. He had to distance himself from her, he'd always managed to stay professional and this wouldn't be any different.

But as he packed his things to go home, he had a feeling he'd made a very wrong decision. This would be different, and it would change everything…

AN: Alright, I am not at all happy with this chapter but I hope you are. I will continue if I get enough reviews, of course! It'll probably be around five or six chapters long and since it's M-rated anyways and because a lot of you asked for it, I'll throw in some more smut! Yes, you all got me on that train now. So criticize me with advice and I'll give you another chapter!

EN: Woot! I loved it girl, that was awesome!... And yay for more smut! *clears throat* Even though I'm the older one and should not be encouraging this… YAY! Hehe! I loved it, so peeps, please review and let her know what you thought!