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"There you two are!" Garcia beamed from the table as Hotch and Emily strolled up. They had no choice but to take the two empty seats right next to each other. "What took you two so long?"

"My alarm didn't go off," Emily lied smoothly, "and then I ran into Hotch on the way down here."

"Why are you wearing the same dress from last night?" Reid asked.

Emily looked down at her outfit and realized that she was in fact wearing the same dress, why didn't she think to change? "Oh," she laughed, "since I woke up late I didn't want to take the time to change, so I just ran out of the room in this."

"Well even the next morning you still look amazing," Morgan grinned at her as he wiggled his eyebrows. His eyes shot to Hotch and he had to bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing considering Hotch was now glaring at him. Clearly their plan worked last night or at least it was getting his friends mind working, and that was all he could ask for.

"So what are you going to have today Em? The waitress is coming back." JJ informed the brunette as she watched her eyes quickly fly over her menu.

"What can I get for you?" the young girl asked the duo.

"I'll have a bagel with cream cheese and a side order of bacon please," Emily ordered quickly then threw her menu down before taking a big sip of her water that was placed in front of her. Panic began to bubble up inside of her and she knew that her friends were going to ask her lots of questions. Ones that she didn't have the answers to. Emily tried to discretely take a few deep breaths as she listened to Hotch order. She relaxed at the sound of his voice and she realized that she was in trouble. Since when was she affected by the tone of his voice? Her mind tried its hardest to remember last night. What if they really did have sex? How did he murmur her name? Was it even sexier than how he would say Emily now? Why was she so upset that she couldn't remember if she had sex with him?

Breakfast came and once Emily saw the sausage links that Hotch had ordered she quickly snatched one up before he could stop her and took a bite.

"Damn princess," Morgan started, "are you enjoying Hotch's sausage?"

Emily's eyes grew wide as she choked on the delicious breakfast food. Hotch smacked her back lightly as he fought the urge to roll his eyes at Morgan's choice of words. He knew that if they knew what was going on they would not be making jokes. As his eyes went around the table, he realized that he was wrong and they would definitely make jokes at their expense. Emily's breathing returned to normal and Hotch smirked as she shot Morgan a glare that would scare even him. He slowly let his hand rub her back without thought and quickly pulled it away when he felt her tense at his movement.

Emily watched out of the corner of her eye as Hotch removed his hand and picked up his fork and dug right into his eggs. There was no doubt in her mind that they had to talk about what they were going to do, and they had to do it soon because the longer they waited the worse it was probably going to be. Her dark gaze latched onto his and he nodded his head, knowing what she wanted without a single word being uttered between them.

The rest of breakfast went by without anymore choking incidents but the team continued to make sly remarks that had the raven haired duo wondering if they knew more than they were letting on.

"The plane is set to leave in three hours," Hotch said as he stood from his seat. "I suggest everyone go finish packing and do whatever else they'd like while we're still here." With one final quick glance at Emily he headed out of the restaurant.

Hotch entered his actual hotel room this time and waited patiently for the knock on his door that he knew was going to come. Five minutes later he heard a timid knock and had to stop himself from rushing to the door to let her in.

"Come on in," he said softly as Emily practically ran into his room.

"Sorry it took me so long. I had to wait for everyone to go into their own rooms so I could knock on yours," she informed him as she took a seat on the chair he was previously sitting in. They sat in silence for a few minutes waiting for the other to start the conversation. How to start the dreaded conversation was running through both of their minds. Finally Emily couldn't stand it anymore and she stood up and started pacing around the small room, picking her nails as she went. "Where do you think we can get this taken care of?"

Hotch watched as she burned a hole in the carpet and he had to smile at how nervous she was about all of this. There was a strong desire in him to wrap her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay, and alarms went off in his head at that thought that made him wonder where that thought came from. He didn't hug people that weren't his son. And he certainly didn't hug Emily Prentiss.

A large part of him wanted to know what it would be like to be married to the woman in front of him. Wanted to know every single little thing about her. Wondered if she wanted to know everything about him. But that wasn't going to happen, Hotch knew he was never going to get the chance to get to know her like he wanted to. He may possibly have had sex with her last night but he didn't remember how she felt around him or how she sounded when he made her come and that thought bothered him.

"Hotch?" Emily asked softly as she moved closer to the man. "Are you alright?"

"Sorry," Hotch mumbled as he realized he had been thinking about things he shouldn't have, "what is it that you want to have taken care of?"

Emily's mouth dropped open at his question. "Are you kidding me?" she asked in disbelief. When Hotch stood rooted to his spot, silent, Emily knew that he had lost his memory again. Emily threw her hand up showing off the ring that wrapped around her finger. "Our marriage Hotch!"

Every cell in his body was telling him not to say what he was thinking, to not share his feelings, but his mouth opened anyway. "Would it be so bad?" he asked and watched as she arched in eyebrow in confusion. "Would it be so bad being married to me?" he whispered the last four words and Emily was almost positive that she didn't hear him right.

"What are you saying?" Emily asked clearly confused as she put her hands on her hips and turned to face him completely.

It was now Hotch's turn to walk around the room and keep his eyes on everything in the room other than the one thing he wanted to stare at the most. "Is it wrong that I don't want to get a divorce or an annulment from you? I already have a divorce under my belt and I don't want another one…not without trying at least." Hotch finally looked up at Emily and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at her facial expression. "Emily, I—"

"So you don't want to get a divorce because you've already been divorced?" Emily asked in disbelief. "What would we tell the team? That we got married and we're stuck together because you don't want to fill out paperwork? You've got to be kidding me," she sighed as she plopped down onto the bed and put her head in her hands.

"This has nothing to do with paperwork Emily," Hotch informed her as he stared at the top of her head. "This has to do with the fact that I'm happy today, I woke up and I was with you and I'm happy." He watched as she slowly lifted her head and their eyes finally met. "I guess deep down I hid my feelings for you, but then this morning when I woke up with you and I saw that we were married I couldn't help the feeling that ran through me." Hotch took a step closer to the bed. "I know this isn't ideal and I know that you're probably thinking that I have lost my mind," Emily nodded her head quickly, "but is it so wrong that I want to see if we could be happy together?"

"Hotch—"

"I want to see if I can make you have the same feeling I have when I'm with you. You're beautiful Emily," Hotch whispered as he knelt in front of her. "I can tell you that because we're married," he grinned, "and I don't feel bad for telling you that. We don't have to tell the team anything, we can try being married and then if things don't work we can get an annulment and no one will need to know other than us." Hotch grabbed a hold of her hands and linked his fingers with hers. "I know this is a lot to ask Emily and if you tell me that you don't feel anything for me I will find out where we need to go right now and handle this, but if you even have a slimmer of hope that this might lead somewhere tell me and we can start over."

"Start over?" Emily asked slowly.

"I can take you out on a date. No expectations. Just the two of us, in a romantic atmosphere, laughing and eating. If you have a horrible time that'll be the end of it, if you have fun though then I continue to take you out on dates. I just want a chance to know you Emily, and I think being married to you is the best way to do that."

Emily closed her eyes; she really wanted to say yes. There was nothing more that she wanted other than to go on a date with the man before her, and to get to know everything about him, but what good would that do? She would just end up feeling strongly for him and getting hurt when he changed his mind, because if she knew anything it was that the man before her was not the man she worked with. Just as she was about to refuse his offer Emily felt soft lips placed gently against hers and all the doubts she had flew from her mind as she slowly started to kiss him back.

The kiss was gentle and warm and it made her long for him in more ways than one. Hotch cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him while he nipped softly on her bottom lip. Just as Emily wanted to go a little farther he pulled back and kissed her sweetly on her cheek.

"Maybe being married to you won't be the end of the world." Emily smirked as she kissed him softly again, sighed and then stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Hotch asked from his spot on the floor.

"I have to finish packing, our plane leaves soon," she smiled as her hand turned the door knob.

"So we're going to try this?" he asked slowly, wanting to be absolutely positive that this was what she wanted to do.

Emily turned to look at him and winked, "Yes, we're going to try this. Don't let me down." She quickly opened the door and walked out and Hotch couldn't help but let out a laugh at everything. He was married to Emily Prentiss and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that she didn't ever want to not be married to him.