Emily's POV

Hotch!

I jumped up, looking around panicked, trying to find the body of my colleague, and superior on the ground. Realizing I was no longer in the storage facility, I calmed myself realizing I'm back home. Taking in my surroundings, I began to understand why I awoke with such a start. Across the other side of the bed, on the nightside table, sat the "annoying piece of hell". The alarm clock now beeping profusely, declared it was time to begin my morning routine and get ready to go about the day. The neon red numbers sat staring at back as I reached across the empty space beside me to turn off the noise that was now echoing off the walls of the apartment.

4:45 am

Letting out a low groan and getting up, I was confused about why I set the alarm this early. It's too early to deal with lights so there is no reason to turn them on, I thought quietly, deciding to walk blindly towards the bathroom. All of a sudden I began to fall and my face collided with the bathroom door.

"FUCK!", I shouted looking back into the walkway to see the black blob that was my go-bag at my feet. I suddenly remember the whole reason I set the alarm thirty minutes early, I had no clean clothes in there to take on cases. Getting up I noticed the smell of iron and felt a liquid slowly dripping down from my forehead.

"Great, just great. Happy Monday to me," I stated to my empty apartment turning on the bathroom light and walking to the shower hoping to wash away whatever bad luck I woke up with.

Stepping in and letting the steaming water relax me I thought about the sick and twisted dream I woke up from. The Chandler case was three weeks ago now, two weeks after I joined the BAU. Thankfully no one was injured too seriously, well no one except Joshua Hughes. I closed my eyes and thought about chasing after Gideon and running through the hallway towards Hotch. Remembering the breathe leaving my lungs turning and seeing a body on the ground. Looking around for Gideon I noticed that his first response was to run to the body and check for a pulse. I however paused looking to see if it was Aaron. Hotch, I corrected myself.

You don't get to call your boss by his first name, the voice in my brain hissed back at me.

I sighed and turned off the shower, attempting to leave the image of the man that intruded most of my thoughts. After drying off and wrapping myself in my robe, I chose to begin to get ready. Replenishing my go-bag was the first step on the list of getting ready. Since the BAU is used to getting called off on cases around the country at any given time, I grabbed a handful of everything. I grabbed some tank tops, about six pairs of pants, a sweater, some suit jackets, and a couple of flowy shirts. I even grabbed some workout clothes in case I had an urge to hang out with Morgan at the hotel gym. While standing in my closet I grabbed a black pants suit, a pair of platform boots, and a red flowy top. Going back into the bathroom making sure not to run into the door, I began to do my makeup. After finishing that, my hair dried into its wavy state and I just decided to leave it for once, hoping my hair would thank me for not frying it. Realizing I forgot about the cut on my forehead I went to get a bandaid to cover it. Opening the medicine cabinet and searching the bottom of the first aid kit the only one left was a hot pink sparkly bandaid with hearts.

Looking at the time I realized it was now 6:00 sighing I put the bandaid on and thought about all the comments I would get from the team throughout the day. After grabbing my bag, gun, badge, keys, and purse I made my way out the door, to my car piling everything in and heading to Starbucks before the final stop before the BAU.