A/N There is some Adult Language in this story nothing you wouldn't see in a PG-13 movie I think. But id it offends you don't read.

Today was going to huge. The team had all arrived early, they knew they would have some fires to put out today. If they weren't careful two careers could end. And that, no matter how angry they were at one individual, was something none of them wanted. He arrived first. He had shaved, a very good sign, he was wearing a different suit. But he looked haggard. He still wore his sunglasses. And as he strode past them he didn't acknowledge them. He didn't do it maliciously, he was just in his own world and almost nothing existed in his world. It didn't take a profiler to see that he had been rocked to the core and he was barely holding on. He went to his office shut the door and closed the blinds. He was cut off from the world, or he was trying to be. The team looked at each other. No one knew what to do. They stood there wordlessly talking hoping someone could help.

She entered in the middle of the conversation, and they all looked up at her. She unconsciously shivered the temperature in the room had dropped ten degrees. Yep they are all Team Hotchner. She slowly looked at the team. JJ and Garcia couldn't look at her, they couldn't believe what she had done. How many nights had they been forced to listen to her bemoan the fact that she couldn't get him to notice her. And then she goes and pulls a stunt like this. They couldn't believe she would so casually break Hotch's heart. Not after everything he had gone through. She was their friend, but today and tomorrow and for some time into the future they couldn't stand her existence. She had been cruel, and they detested cruelty.

She swallowed as she moved her eyes away from her girlfriends, she had hoped they might be a little sympathetic, but she could see they were firmly entrenched on his side. She looked at Morgan and she could see the disgust written on his face. She skipped over Dave after their "chat" she knew where he stood and he knew where she stood. He secretly hoped she could fix this, but he didn't know if that was possible. Finally she looked at Reid, he looked slightly sympathetic to her. He gave her a ghost of a smile, and the temperature increased ever so slightly. But then he slammed the door shut and gave her a hard look like everyone else.

It was time she knew what was next She had been dreading it, but the longer she waited the worse it was going to get. "Is he in his office?" No one answered. The silence hung heavy in the air. Then Reid finally replied, "Yeah." She nodded and turned towards his office.

"You see that is why I keep things casual with my honeys, no feelings. I don't have to worry about heartless bitches."

She stopped she wanted to yell at Morgan, to defend herself. But she didn't. She had promised herself she would take whatever the team did silently and without recrimination. She owe them that much.

She started the trek to his office. She could feel the eyes of the team following her. Their presence a weight on her shoulders. It was only 20 steps or so. But with each step she seemed to be getting further and further away. It was almost like she was going backwards. And then the shortest and paradoxically longest journey of her life ended when she reached his door. She raised her arm to knock She braced herself for what was to come. She knocked. No sound came from within. She knocked again. Still no answer. She knew she had to deal with this and it had to be now. She opened the door.

He had heard the knock, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with the team. If he ignored them hopefully they would get the message and go away. He hoped he could get through the day, and if he had to deal with his team … well he couldn't deal with his team. He knew regardless of how today went tonight was going to suck. Jack came home tonight. And he was not looking forward to looking into his big eyes and telling him that Emily was gone and she might not come back. Oh yeah tonight is going to be fun. The door opened and light spilled into the room, and then she was there. All the breath that was in his body vanished and he was left with his mouth gaping. The shock written all over his face. The mask that he had spent years so carefully building was gone. And it wasn't coming back. The only way he could do this was to treat her like an UnSub, that mask still exists. He was SSAIC Agent Hotchner; it was all he could be.

She entered the dark room the only illumination was from the door and a small desk lamp. She could see the shock all over his face. A blind guy could see the shock on his face. She closed the door. "Hi Aaron." She saw the mask slam back, his voice was cold and unfeeling.

"We are in my office Agent Prentiss, kindly refrain from using personal greetings here. I am Agent Hotchner or sir."

"Yes sir." … "Can I call you Hotch?" She said hopefully with a small smile.

"I am your boss Agent Prentiss, we must follow decorum."

Decorum, she hated that word. Being the daughter of an Ambassador she heard that word plenty. But old lessons die hard. He knew where to hit to cause the most damage.

"Yes sir, Agent Hotchner."

Now he knew why the FBI had the anti-fraternization rule. He couldn't decide if he wanted to kill her or rip off her clothes and mount her on his desk. He knew he couldn't do either.

"What did you want to see me about Agent Prentiss?"

What did she want to see him about? Was he fucking kidding? He knew damn well what she wanted to see him about. Why was he doing this?

"Well, Agent Prentiss? What CAN, I, DO, for you?" He damn well was going to make this easy for her not after the shit she had pulled.

All right she would play his game, she had messed up it was only fair. "I wanted to know how things were between us."

No bullshit no artifice, it was one of the things he loved about her. "How WE, are doing Agent Prentiss. Well I am your boss, so professionally as far as I am concerned we are doing fine." He stared at her for a moment, and he knew that his mask was slipping. He looked away.

She saw as he looked away that he was struggling to keep his poker face. He was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was cracked with emotion. Her heart broke at the pain he had suffered and was suffering. How could she do this to him?

"Us personally, … I don't even want to look at you. …"

Her eyes closed and a tear escaped and continued it solitary journey of freedom down her face and onto her shirt.

"Jack comes home tonight. And I have to tell him, that "Mommy Emily" isn't. That she doesn't want to be his mommy. That she ended things before they began. And he will probably never see her again. … You want to know the worst thing about it? He's going to ask if you went to Heaven just like Haley. How am I going to explain to a five year old the complexities of something like this?"

Hearing the scorn at Aaron's use of "Mommy Emily" broke open the floodgates tears ran down her face. "Aaron I."

He interrupted her, "I don't care what you have to say. This is going to break his heart, how could you do this to him? … I don't even care anymore, just get out."

She stood slowly the tears still falling down her face. She walked to the door. "I love him you know. I want to see him. I want to be a part of his life. If I thought you would let me, I would see him. I love him your son with all my heart. I love him, … and his daddy." And with that she opened the door and walked out.

Hotch stared at the door for a long time, and then grabbed the empty coffee cup on his desk He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out his emergency bottle of Jack Daniel's. He knew the team didn't want him drinking. But fuck it. Today definitely counted as an emergency.

The team had been staring at the door since she had entered and they all took note of her appearance as she exited. Although none of them would have admitted it, to each other or themselves, they had all secretly hoped that it would have gone well. But one look at Emily's tear stained face told the story. She walked past them all without a word and went to the Ladies restroom. She sat in one of the stalls and balled like a little girl. No one entered, everyone somehow knew to stay away.

A couple of hours later Hotch heard a knock at his door, he looked up to see JJ enter. She had a very apologetic look on her face. Hotch couldn't take anymore of his teams sympathies. He was about to say something when JJ spoke.

"I am so sorry, but we have a case."

He stared at her for a moment. "All right tell everyone conference room in ten." As she turned away he called out. "Has anyone talked to her, she need to be there too?"

"I'll send someone to get her."

Hotch couldn't even nod. A case, the guy upstairs must really hate him. What did I do to piss him off so bad? Maybe I did something in a past life. Good thing I thought I was going to pick up Jack or I might have had more than one drink. Jack. I have to call Jessica.

"Jessica, I know this is last minute, but we have a case. Can you go pick up Jack? You can good. No I don't know how long I'll be gone. Ok thanks bye." He was glad Jessica didn't know about Emily. As much as that conversation was going to suck, he needed to be the one to tell him.

Ten minutes later he walked into the conference room. He indulged in a momentary burst of pleasure when he saw the team all sitting on one side and Emily alone on the other. He also noticed a chair had been pulled out in the center of the team far away from Emily. Without a word he walked over and sat down in the chair the team had given him. He sent them all a brief smile of thanks.

JJ stood up and a picture popped up behind her. It was of an adult male in his late twenties, he had slashes all over his body and it was obvious he had been tortured. "This is Jeffrey Richards He is twenty-nine he was abducted two weeks ago in Seattle, Washington. The police found his body in a dumpster four days later. This." Indicating the picture of another male who had suffered the same treatment, "Is Brandon Price he was abducted six days ago, and his body was found in a dumpster two days. And this is Ronnie Jones he was abducted yesterday."

"They first two victims were tortured was that the cause of death?" Spencer said looking up from the case file.

"Yes the ME estimates that they had both been dead less than 24 hours before they were found."

"So the UnSub tortures them for three days and then a day later picks someone else. That's a short cool off period." Morgan put down his folder.

"Well if he sticks to the pattern we have two days to catch this guy before he kills again. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch got up and moved over to Emily. Speaking softly, "Can you do this?"

"Yes sir"

"Regardless of the personal issues between us and the issues between you and the team; we can't have any issues professionally. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir."

They silently walked out of the conference room.

God this was going to suck.

A/N Ok so for those of you who wanted Emily to say she was sorry, and them to get back together sorry, but I don't think that's realistic So they have some more stuff to go through. The teams reactions to her seem plausible to me. This wasn't an accident, she intentionally did this. Whatever her reasons are she made a choice and I think the team would back Hotch. Reid giving her that moment is because I think of all of them Reid might be slightly sympathetic to her freaking out over something emotional. He lives in a world of logic, overwhelming emotion would be tough for him. But she still hurt Hotch so he's firmly Team Hotch. That's what I think let me know what you think.