Chapter 10

The Showdown Prt2

Emily watched as Doyle grabbed the gun bringing it up to Hotch's head before she heard the shot. The shot she had taken not even realizing she had pulled the trigger. She watched as Doyle's body slumped over on top of Hotch with a bullet hole through the back of his head.

Hotch shoved the limp body of Ian Doyle off of him and looked over at Emily as she stood there gun in hand trembling. He got up and went over to her and wrapped his hand around hers and the gun, prying her fingers from the cold steel removing it and handing it to Morgan who was walking through the door.

Morgan stood there and witnessed the interactions of two of his closest friends.

"Em… you ok sweetheart?"

Emily was frozen to the spot staring down at the lifeless body that laid four feet away from her.

Morgan decided he didn't want to intrude on them and walked back out to where the others stood. All had forgotten about the earwigs they had in their ears till they heard Emily finally speak.

"Aaron… I thought he shot you. I didn't even realize I pulled the trigger till I saw he fall on you. The shot… I thought it was you, I thought he had finally achieved what he had set out to do from the beginning. That he finally took what was most important to me." She sobbed against his chest.

"Don't cry my love, its ok. We're all ok and you did what you had to do. It's over… it's finally over Emily. We're going home, you're coming home and that is the only thing that matters right now. You're coming home." Hotch said as he held her to him rubbing his hand repeatedly up and down her back.

JJ looked at Dave as they listened to what Hotch was to Emily and she smiled.

"So I guess this means that he told her already Dave."

"Yeah he said he told her last night."

"Told her what? What did I miss? Did I miss something? Did he say something … I missed it." Reid stammered trying to understand what was going on.

"Calm down Reid, he just told Emily that he loves her." JJ told Reid.

"What? When did that happen? I wasn't aware of that… how?"

Emily looked up at Hotch and smiled listening to their friends talk about them.

Emily laughed "Uh guys we can hear you in here. Reid calm down sweetie, sometimes you are blind to what is going on around you but I love you anyway."

"Hey guys the locals are their way and the jet will be ready at 7:00 to take us home." Garcia piped in across the earwig.

Two hours later they all stood outside the hanger and watched as the coroner zipped up the body of Ian Doyle in the body bag and loaded him in the back of the ambulance.

The team stood around Emily as if shielding her from some unseen threat even though her threat had finally been taken care of at her own hands; they still found the need to protect her.

It had been 7 months 4 days and 16 hours since she had died and now it was finally over and life had never felt sweeter to her. She was going home, home to her life and to her family. She couldn't wait to have her feet finally touch American soil; it had been way to long since she had felt safe enough to not look over her shoulder every minute of every day. She turned to Hotch placing her hands in his and looking him in the eye.

"Take me home Aaron, please… Take me home." She said with a slight smile on her lips.

"Anything for you… anything." He replied pulling her into a hug.