This ones a short chapter, but I am so tired and just wanted to wrap up the page I was on tonight. Please review or comment 😊

Soft tears rolled down Emily's face. She was not ready to admit this, to face this. Hotch slowly approached her. She tensed and braced herself like she was in danger which hurt both of their hearts. He reached out slowly, showing her he was not going to hurt her as he motioned to her shirt, silently asking approval to see what was below her collar. She looked down in shame, but nods slightly in approval. Hotch slowly pulled down the neck of her sweater. Angry purple and red bite marks marred her neck and down to her chest he did not expose. "I'm so sorry Hotch, I am so so sorry."

Tears stream down Emily's face as Hotch wraps her in a warm embrace. Her body does not tense, a fact that does not escape either of them. The way he holds her lets her know that he cares, after the truth that he has spilled to her of his own assault she knew he was getting comfort from this union as well. A mixture of rage and guilt bubble within his stomach. He wants to take the pain she is feeling far away from her, he knew the damage it could do. He knew how badly Emily felt she needed to be strong. He understood, he portrayed himself with the same demeanor. He softened into the hug. They clung to each other for a few moments, neither wanting it to end. Hotch slowly pulls away, wiping his eyes as he turns around to hide the fact that he was teary-eyed from Emily. He gains his composure and turns to her, giving her his signature stern look. "It is not your fault, Emily. You have nothing, and I mean nothing, to be sorry for. How do you want to handle this?"