Author's note: Okay so this is just a small bit looking into their relationship a bit more. Please read and review!

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Emily drove Hotch home. He had insisted on going back to the office but it had gone past ten by the time they had touched down and there was no way she was letting him do work at this time after the flight. She had stolen the keys off him and forced him into the SUV before driving him home. They had reached his apartment and she grabbed his and her go bag, and started to walk up to his apartment before Hotch had the chance to argue.

After letting them in, Hotch kicked off his shoes and dropped down on the sofa. Emily headed to the bathroom. He pulled a file out his briefcase just as Emily came back through in a change of clothes. She was wearing a Yale t-shirt and a pair of pyjama bottoms with little monkey's all over them. Hotch looked up and couldn't help but smile.

"I'm guessing this is a subtle hint then?" Hotch asked, raising his eyebrow.

"You guessed right. You did say that Jack was away at Jessica's until tomorrow…" She replied slyly, before frowning at the file in front of Hotch. "Come to bed. It's late. That can wait until the morning."

"I know but I want to get it done"

"No Aaron, you want something to take your mind off the last case. I know you." She replied coming over to sit next to him on the sofa. "Now you have one of two options…"

Hotch turned to face Emily, she had a cheeky grin plastered on her face, "You can either come to bed and get some sleep…"

"Or… " Hotch guessed where this was going.

Emily looked him in the eye, she knew what his answer was going to be but she decided it was worth a shot anyway. "or you can talk to me, and tell me what's really the matter."

At that Hotch closed over the file. He didn't want to argue, he just wanted to forget and guessed that talking about it wasn't going to help him forget, so his best option was to go to bed.

"Ok, bed it is then." He stood and took Emily's hand and led her into his bedroom. It wasn't the answer she wanted, however it was the answer she was expecting.

He grabbed one of his old FBI t-shirt and got changed out of his shirt and dress trousers before pulling back the covers and sliding into bed next to Emily. She cuddled up next to him, lying with her head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around her waist, puling her closer. They enjoyed each others company and spent most nights after a hard case like this, just falling asleep in each others arm. But this time sleep didn't come so easily to Hotch. He couldn't shake the images, he couldn't shake the pain, and he knew Emily wasn't going to drop it until he told her, which he knew he would have to at some point as the pain ate away at him.

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