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Lets take it slow I don't wanna move to fast

I don't wanna just make love, I wanna make love last

when your up this high its a sad goodbye

(Flash Back- 2007)

"Aaron, maybe we shouldn't-" I tried during moments when we gasped for breath.

"Shh, it's ok," He told me and continued to kiss me. His tongue beckoned for entrance between my lips and I allowed it. I felt him explore every inch of my mouth, while I caressed the back of his head, running my hand through my hair. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Mhmm," I moaned as we kissed. I pulled of his shirt and he started to unbutton my blouse. Within moments we were both topless, kissing again, harder this time, and he was pulling me down on to my bed.

He was here with me, because we were both drunk. Drunk and stupid and we knew we would regret this in the morning, but neither of us cared.

By now, we were completely naked, legs wrapped around each other, tongues tangled, in my bed. In my apartment.

"I love you, Jennifer," He told me. And then we made love.

"I love you, too, Aaron," I told him. I felt a warm tear run down my cheek

because I knew that in the morning, we would have to pretend like this never happened. Because it shouldn't have happened, and as far as any one was concerned, it DIDN'T happen.

We fell asleep next to each other holding hands. We woke up the next morning together. He hadn't left. I knew he had a wife. I knew he had a wife who had just found out that she was pregnant a month ago. I knew, but I let this happen.

"Will Haley wonder why you were gone?" I asked softly as he began to get dressed, and I got ready to shower.

"No," He shook his head, "She had to stay over night at the hospital so they could see how the baby is developing," He explained, shrugging. It was as if we were just two colleagues having a normal conversation. But we weren't.

"Jennifer," He began.

"I know…" I said, nodding sadly.

"No one can know," He said.

"I know," I told him, "This can't happen again," I said.

He nodded sadly.

Last night, we had all gone out, the whole team, and we all had a little too much to drink.

Hotch, not wanting me to go home alone, drunk, offered to drive me there. Stupidly, I had agreed. So there I was, standing there, alone, like a whore. The woman who could have been the home wrecker for her boss.

But then he walked up to me, held me for a moment, and kissed me, not like someone would kiss their 'mistress' but how they would kiss their wife, someone they really loved.

"I do love you, though," He said quietly.

"I love you, too…" I whispered. We stood there in silence for a moment, "You should go now,' I told him.

"You're right…" He said reluctantly, "I'll see you at work this morning." With that, he left, leaving me in my room, feeling stupid and sad.

Present time

I walked into the conference room where I saw Garcia siting with her lap top.

"Is anyone else coming?" She asked smiling.

"I don't know," I said sighing, rubbing my temples.

"You ok, peaches?" She asked me seriously.

"Fine," I nodded. I couldn't tell everyone what was going on. No one needed to know.

"Ok,' Garcia said, not believing me. I must have been a pretty bad liar, because she wasn't even a profiler and she knew something was up.

"I know what you're thinking," She said to me.

"You have no idea," I said in warning voice. I didn't want her to push.

"You're probably thinking about what a crappy liar you are. Because I know something is up and I'm not a profiler," Garcia said.

"No, that's not it…" I lied.

"Well just know, you are a bad liar, but i know, because i'm your best friend. And that's the kind of thing best friends know," She told me. I sighed.

"So when you wanna talk…you know where I'll be," She told me.

"Thank you Penelope," I whispered. Then Derek and Emily walked in, followed by Spence and then Hotch.

"I…I got a letter," Spencer stuttered.

"From who, Spence?" I asked.

"Gideon…He's…he's not coming back…and he's sorry," Spencer tried. He couldn't speak.

"So that's it?" Derek asked angrily.

"That's it. We have a case, and I need your heads here," Hotch said sitting down in his chair.

"JJ," He said. He was being strictly business with me. I knew it. I knew that face he made when he was 'strictly business'. I got that face from a week after our affair till when Haley gave birth to their son, Jack.

(Flash back)2007

For the first week after what had happened, Hotch and I had a great relationship. His hand would brush up against mine, and his would linger there for a moment. He would smile at me from across the room, and I would be the only one to see. We were close. He cared about me.

Then something happened. Maybe his wife said something to him. I don't know how she would have found out anything about how we were at work, but after about a week, everything changed.

I walked into his office with a some files that he had asked for.

"Good morning, Aaron," I said smiling, awaiting the 'good morning, Jennifer' he had given me every morning.

"JJ, can you shut the door?" He asked sternly.

"Of course. What's going on?" I asked as I shut the door.

"Sit down," He told me. I did. What was going on?

"This needs to stop," He said.

"What?" I asked confused.a

"This. All of it. I'm doing it, too, I know I am. But we can't anymore," He said. I must have still looked confused, because he began to explain, "The first name thing, instead of Hotch and JJ, the holding hands on 'accident', the little things. The special ones. I wish they didn't, but we're colleagues, teammates, nothing more. We can't be. I have a pregnant wife…" Hotch said sighing.

"I understand. And…I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"I am, too," He said sadly.

"Here are the files on Agent Prentiss that you asked for. Gideon has decided to take her with him to Gitmo, because of her knowledge of Arabic and the culture," I told him quickly.

"thank you," He said, and as I turned to leave, before opening the door he said, "I am sorry I got you into this."

"It's my fault, too," I said softly, and with that, I exited his office. After that, I got the 'strictly business' face.