Late Late Late. Writer's Block sucks. Forgive me, hopefully I know I lose readers when I take so long to update and I hope once again that a long chapter will make up for it. Hope you enjoy!

Kennedy

As she entered the living room, Emily suddenly felt uncomfortable. She had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her. When she looked up, she saw that it was the whole room and immediately blushed slightly. After she gave it a little thought, she realized who she was around. "Yeah, I can be myself." She thought and shed the unusual shyness. She mentally turned on her smoldering eyes and looked up through her eye lashes at Hotch. Morgan let out a low whistle and as JJ walked by Rossi she picked his chin up off the floor. Hotch's eyes were wide and she threw Garcia a thumbs up behind her back before doing her best to glide across the room. She stumbled once, but turned that into a move into Hotch's lap. Garcia had picked the only dress that would cover absolutely everything, and she had to admit she looked good. Even if she had never really liked the skin tight long-sleeved black dress, the look on Hotch's face was well worth it. He's never seen this before.

"Emily," he whispered, "Are you ready for this?" She could see that his eyes had grown concerned and she knew that this came with Hotch, and she had accepted it.

"Of course." She said grinning and burying her pain. She saw his disbelief in his eyes and smiled bigger. He shrugged and kissed her forehead.

"Okay."

Everyone had gone home and Emily was finally getting the chance to relax in her house. She was cuddled up on her sofa, beneath her favorite blanket with a book that she was struggling to find interest in. Before she had been taken she had been completely immersed but now her mind wondered and she couldn't force herself to keep staring at the pages. She studied the skyline through her window and the thought that had been haunting her returned. Somewhere, he was out there. Somewhere.

"He's still out there." She whispered to the window, not turning around, or even sure Hotch heard her. She heard the light sound of footsteps across her floor and still she didn't turn from the window to look at him, knowing that pity would coat his face. "Anywhere, Hotch. He could come back for me at any time. We don't even know why he took me." The outside lights twinkled and she touched the cool glass. There was silence. Emily sat for a while with him behind her before she realized. Realized that Hotch would have spoken; no doubt, he would have comforted her. Slowly she turned her head.

"Looks to me like he is." The voice smirked.

He was scrubbing dishes when he heard her scream. He dropped the plate he was scrubbing and ran as fast as he could to the living room where she had been sitting. His heart was pounding and he could feel adrenaline shooting through his veins. As he rounded the corner he saw her. And him. Her eyes were wide and she looked to him with such hope that in moment he wanted nothing more than to crumble. Because in that moment, he knew that yet again he had failed her.

"Let her go!" he yelled pulling his gun from his ankle. He hadn't taken off that holster since she had been kidnapped..

"Did that work the first time Aaron?" the voice said shaking his head as he continued to bind her wrists.

"Don't move or I'll shoot!" he yelled, voice cracking. The man laughed as he moved the knife into view.

"Aaron, I wouldn't want to have to slit her throat! That would be so unreasonably messy. So unnecessary. Don't you agree?" He asked, twisting the knife slowly next to her neck. Emily's eyes were closed now and he couldn't see the tears that were building in them. Hotch prayed silently that someone had forgotten something. Anything, just someone please come back.

"No. We wouldn't want that. What do you want?" he asked trying to keep his voice even this time.

"The truth Aaron. I want her to tell you the truth." There was anger bubbling into his words. He was furious.

"What do you mean?" he asked hesitantly. He hadn't asked her yet, he was waiting for her to come to him and he would never invade by reading her charts. He knew how he had found her, but he hadn't asked more.

"Ask her." He said tightening his grip on her neck and pulling the knife closer.

"What's he talking about Emily?" He tried to apologize with his eyes for even asking, but her eyes remained closed. "Em, you can tell me. We have to get out of this." He prodded softly. It was painful, he knew, but he had a feeling that it was vital to them surviving.

"Awww. Isn't that sweet. Tell him!" he screamed pulling the knife into her throat just enough to allow a trickle of blood to escape. She spoke with her eyes closed and began, voice just loud enough to be heard.

"That's not all that happened."

She stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. It seemed like just saying that had drained her of her energy.

"That's not all that happened." She repeated and it was clear to him she was still trying to convince herself just as much him. "He beat me." It was a single sentence yet it made Hotch close his eyes and take a breath. He had known that but this was wrong. She should have been able to tell him when she wanted, not when it was forced out of her. She allowed a tear to roll down her face and he braced himself for more. "Hotch I was pregnant." She wouldn't look up at him as he realized exactly what she had said. Was.

"Hotch, I didn't know until I woke up in the hospital. The doctor told me that I had lost my baby and I had no clue. Hotch, I have been trying to figure out what to do. How to tell you…." Her voice trailed off and the tears fell freely. He was felt so many emotions in that single second. He was angry first, then realized there was nothing she could have done, and then sadness, he knew how much she wanted a baby now, and it had been his, and then love. He would have loved that child and he loved Emily. The last and most deadly of his emotions was sheer hatred. It was so sudden and so incredibly strong that it almost became something tangible. He took two steps forward,

"Don't Move!" he yelled before adding an explanation. "I really don't want to clean this up."

Words flew through his brain at top speed but one stuck.

Sociopath.

So…. I'm a junkie for cliffhanger endings and I noticed that I get more reviews, so it seemed like the best option. I'm always looking for ideas and input if anything came to mind!