A/N: Wow, Okay. Haven't written in so long, so please bare with me. Most of this story is already written, I'll just be editing it over the next few weeks. We'll see where this goes. I'm not too sure if I want to end it where she starts at the BAU, or if I want to end it sooner, in a different way and follow their relationship a little bit. This is a bit rocky, as it's been years since I've actually written anything. Also, on a side note: a lot of ideas came from the movie First Daughter. So I do recommend checking that out.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Anyways, This is an AU of Hotch and Prentiss. Emily's Father is elected President when she's a 21 year old student at Yale. Aaron Hotchner, a 25 year old FBI Agent, is instructed to go undercover as Emily's bodyguard, deceiving her into thinking that he's a friend and student.

Chapter 1.

"Dad, I've been thinking…" Her father turned to her, his wife at her side. "can we please bring down the security a bit?" Emily Prentiss crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall. "I feel like they're breathing down my neck-" One of the big burly secret service agents behind her coughed politely and she glanced over at him and offered him a sheepish smile. "No offense, of course, Serguei." When neither of them spoke, Emily added softly, "I just want to blend in, I want to be like everyone else."

The ambassador stared down at her, listening to her request. "You're not like everyone else, Emily." Elizabeth Prentiss was a strong woman. She placed a hand on her daughters shoulder and looked at her, knowing her daughter was a strong young woman. "Emily, do you know how many threats against this family come across my desk daily?" She sighed, turning her attention to her husband, and straightening his tie. "Half a dozen of them are aimed against you." She swallowed, "We just want to keep you safe. With my line of work, and now with your father elected President this year? It's just too much to risk." She shook her head. The President and The Ambassador starting down the hallway, security leading them out. "I'm sorry, Emily." Christopher Prentiss, The President of the United States was just getting ready to make a speech at a press conference.

Emily quickly followed her parents, nearly trotting down the halls to keep up with her parents. She snuck past one of the agents and caught up to her mother. "I know, and I understand that. But mom, come on." Her mother slowed to a halt and turned toward her daughter once more, her husband backtracking his steps to stand next to her. Emily continued when she had both their attention. "I'm 21 now." She stiffened and glanced at the agents. They took a step back, giving the family of three some room. Emily lowered her voice, "I think we can at least reduce the amount of agents following me around 24/7, can't we?" Her lower lip jutted out in a soft pout.

Christopher Prentiss looked from his daughter to his wife and then back to his daughter, his arm wrapping protectively around Elizabeth's back. "We'll think about it. But no promises, Emily. We can't afford to have anything happen to you. This country can't afford to have anything happen to you." His tone was soft but firm, a glint in his eyes.

The young brunette's frown turned into a smile. She hugged her parents, nodding, seeming to accept this. "Thank you. That's all I want." At least them thinking about it was better than shooting her idea down completely.

He looked as if he were about to say something more, but was cut off by one of the agents. "Mr. President? It's time." Christopher nodded at his young daughter, kissed her forehead, and offered her a tiny smile before turning toward the agent and following him into the conference room, greeted by applause. Emily knew her father was well liked by others. He did a pretty great job at managing the country. She just wished she were able to see him more often. Her mother as well. She was always in Europe, away on business for her work.

Last semester, Emily had felt just like everybody else. Things were much, much, different now. Sure, she had been the Ambassador's daughter then, in fact she had been the Ambassador's daughter for years now. But now she was more than that. Now she added 'President's daughter' onto the growing list of titles. The First Daughter.

She just needed to have room to breathe. Ever since her father announced his presidential campaign, she had security agents everywhere. They started following her around town while she was home. And now they were instructed to follow her to and from her classes at Yale, her apartment, and even to the bathroom, guarding the door so nobody else could enter while she was occupying it, Emily felt like she'd slowly been suffocating. She just wanted to be her own person, her own individual. She didn't need a babysitter, nevertheless, a team of five babysitters. She already had all eyes on her. She didn't need the extra attention.

Later that month, Emily returned to Yale, happier than ever. Her father had finally listened to her plea, and had reduced the number of security to only one agent per shift. She smiled to herself, knowing this semester would be a good one. Her third year at Yale, double majoring in Political Science and Criminal Justice. The latter for her own enjoyment, and the former to satisfy her parents - they wanted her to follow in their footsteps.

It was the second day of class, and Emily was on her way out of the lecture hall from where her International Criminal Law class took place. The class had a rough start. Her professor seemed nice enough, and the course work seemed… well, nothing out of the ordinary. Difficult, but doable. But five minutes into the class, she noticed none of the other students were focusing on their professor. Instead all eyes were on her. The First Daughter, The Celebrity. She heard muffled whispers of "That's her! That's Emily Prentiss." or "She looks a lot prettier on TV." She's heard all of them before, but it still didn't make her feel any better. She hated the whispers. She hated being the center of attention. Her professor even stopped the class and asked to have everyone's attention on him as he lectured, to no avail.

Then suddenly the boy sitting in back of her had raised his hand and had asked a simple question in the class, not understanding the difference between the types of law. One glance at him told her he was just pretending not to understand. He met her dark eyes and he winked, his plan of stealing the class' attention from her working. This boy had saved her, and she was so grateful to not have 200 pairs of eyes on her anymore.

Her books in arm, she ran down the front steps of the large building, smiling to herself. A group of girls she didn't know called out to her, greeting her as they walked past. "Hi!" Emily called back, wanting to be nice to them. She knew they were only saying hi to her because she was something of a celebrity, but it wasn't a reason to be rude to someone. Emily's foot caught on something while not paying attention, and she missed a step, tumbling down the last few steps onto the pavement. She fell, landing with a THUNK as her books crashed down with her. Her hair covered her face, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. 'What a klutz.' She thought bitterly. She could almost read the tabloids now. 'First Daughter, a Reckless Stumbling Fool'

She heard Sampson, her bodyguard, running down the steps towards her. What she didn't expect, was someone else had beaten him to her. A tall young man with jet black hair and chiseled features stared down at her with a quirked upper lip and a raised eyebrow. "You alright?" Sampson's movements slowed as he watched the scene in front of him, knowing full well she was in good hands.

Emily smiled up at her rescuer. It was him! The guy who saved her in class. He was handsome, his dark hair kept short and neat, his jawline was sharp, and he had a pretty muscular build. Her eyes widened as she watched the white t-shirt he wore pull tightly against his taut chest with each movement. Emily struggled to keep her eyes off of him. She nibbled her upper lip, a blush flashing upon her cheeks as she accepted his outstretched hand to help her up. He brought her back up on her feet gripping her hand firmly.

She inhaled softly, feeling her cheeks burn even more as he continued to search her face with his eyes. She suddenly remembered he had asked her a question, and the pink on her cheeks turned a deeper shade. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Thank you and thank you for, uh, saving my ass in class."

"Oh, it was nothing." He glanced her over, "besides, you, uh. You don't really strike me as the type who needs saving." He offered her a small smile and tipped his head, watching her. This was his mission now.

She ignored the pain shooting through her backside as she stood up to her full height. "I'm Emily. er- Emily Prentiss." As if he didn't already know who she was. Everyone on campus knew who she was. In fact, practically everyone in the US knew who she was due to her parents.

"Ho-uh. Hughes." He coughed, quickly realizing he already almost broke his cover. "Ryan Hughes." Aaron's chest tightened with the feeling of guilt. He already felt terrible for lying to her, but that was the job. This is what he came here to do. He took in a deep breath, trying to convince himself not to let this case get personal. She was the President's daughter. He was an agent. He just hoped she hadn't caught his small verbal stumble.

Suddenly returning to the present, he smiled down at her and nodded, releasing her hand. "Well, it's been nice to meet you. And it was no problem at all." He glanced her over one more time before meeting Sampson's watchful eyes. Sampson tipped his head in a small nod at the younger male. Aaron's eyes flickered back to the beautiful brunette before him, "You're sure you're okay?"

She nodded her reassurance, her cheeks a bit flushed. "I am now. Thanks again," and with that, he bent down and picked up her books and handed them to her. She sent him a smile, taking the books and hugging them to her chest.

"Well, I'll see you around sometime, Emily." He made sure she was definitely okay before he tipped his head and left her standing in front of the building, watching him with curious eyes. He'll see her again soon enough.

Who was he? And why had she never seen him before? True, Yale was a very large school, however, she had a really good memory and a knack for remembering faces, and she was sure she had never seen him in any of her classes or seminars before today. She would have remembered a face like his. As soon as he was gone, Sampson flocked to her side. "Are you alright, Ms. Prentiss?" She brushed herself off and nodded, her eyes still locked on the young man who had just helped her. She was slightly shocked that he hadn't lingered or asked her any questions. She was used to the whole 'You look thinner, prettier, taller, [insert any adjective here] on TV.' Maybe he didn't care? Or maybe he just thought she was a stuck up little brat, who only cared about fame, and that's why he rushed off in a hurry. Emily sighed deeply and continued walking back to her two bedroom apartment.

For her second year at Yale, Emily was finally able to convince her parents to let her get an apartment during the school year with the promise of achieving top marks in all of her classes. She lived with her roommate from freshman year, who had become her best - and quite honestly, her only friend, Vivian Kensington. Vivian was a bit of a wild child. She always wanted to socialize and flirt with the cute guys, rather than focus on her studies. She was a theatre studies major at the University, and Emily was grateful for any break or distraction from her long, boring political science homework. She hated politics. Emily swept a hand through her dark hair and turned down the street corner, nearly at her apartment. She couldn't wait to talk to her roommate about her run in with that cute Ryan Hughes boy.

She walked up the path to her apartment, digging through her bag for her keycard. She found it, scanned it and heard the usual click as it unlatched and opened. She walked through the lobby and up the stairs to the fourth floor before unlocking her own apartment door. She inclined her head in a small nod as Sampson waved his goodbye to her before returning to his own apartment across the hallway from hers. He waited for her to shut and lock her door before he did the same, wanting to make sure she was safe at all times. Standard procedure.

"Viv! Are you here?"

"In the bedroom! What's up?" Came the muffled response. Emily dropped her bag on the couch and walked down the short hallway. She paused at the doorway of Vivian's room and leaned against the door frame as her friend scrambled around the bedroom to gather all her textbooks for her next class. "Well you look happy. How was class?"

Emily shrugged, a small smile forming on her lips as she walked into the room and sat on Vivian's bed. "Everyone wouldn't stop staring at me…" She huffed out a soft sigh before continuing. "But, listen to this." She rambled on about how the boy with the chiseled features and kind eyes had saved her in class, and then how she had tripped, and he was there again, to come to her aid. "He walked away so quickly, I just wish we talked more." She finished with a small pout as she flopped down on the mattress.

"Ooh, he sounds so cute though! And he said 'I'll see you around, so maybe he is interested!" Vivian grinned, brushing her long blonde hair. "Oh, I know!" She placed her hairbrush down on the dresser and ran over to her desk, grabbing a piece of paper. "The Welcome back bonfire! Next time you see him, you should ask him if he's going."

Emily stared at the yellow flyer and chewed her lip. "I don't know, Viv."

"Why not?" Vivian pouted, staring Emily down. "You'll never know if you don't talk to him. Besides, it's only a bonfire. AND he saved you TWICE today. That's gotta mean something, right?" She glanced down at her watch and let out a sigh, "I gotta go. But we'll def talk more tonight, ok? And if you see him again, talk. to. him." Vivian knelt down to put on her left shoe as Emily let out a groan. "It can't hurt anything." She reminded her and grabbed for the other one; she slipped that one on too. "Alright, I'll see you later. Love ya." And with a grab for her backpack, she disappeared from her bedroom, leaving Emily alone to think about what she had said.

True, it wouldn't hurt anything… But the bonfire was in two days. She had International Criminal Law again on Thursday. It was only Tuesday, so she definitely did have time, not to mention all of the other Law classes she'd have in between then. Emily didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was scared. Scared of getting hurt again, and scared she would scare him off with her bodyguards and crazy life. She had little freedom, and very little of a social life.

The next day she woke up later than she had planned to. She wasn't by any means late for her class, but she had wanted to stop at the coffee shop downtown before her 3hour long 8am lecture and now she just didn't have enough time. She groaned, pulling a brush through her curly raven locks. It was still just a bit damp from her shower the previous night. She grabbed her curling iron and plugged it in, letting it heat up. She padded to the bathroom she shared, and reached for her toothbrush while she waited for her iron to be hot enough to use. Once her routine was nearly finished, and Emily was dressed in a nice dark blouse and black skirt, She made her way to the kitchen, grabbed an apple, and headed out of the apartment, meeting Sampson at her door.

"Good morning, Ms. Prentiss."

She nodded her hello, taking a bite of the apple, and walking to her lecture hall. Sampson held the door for her and she thanked him softly, making her way up the steps and into the large room that was already filling with students. Emily selected a seat towards the back, wanting to stay out of other students' viewpoint. She didn't need to be a distraction in this class as well. Sampson sat directly in back of her, making sure the seats directly on either side of her stayed empty. She rolled her eyes and huffed quietly about this, wishing to just be invisible. Not everyone was a threat, and yet, they needed to be treated as if they were.

The PoliSci class dragged on, and with each passing hour, Emily found it difficult to pay attention to the professor. He spoke in monotone, and said 'right' after every sentence. About a quarter of the way through the class, Emily had created a game with herself. She decided to count the amount of times he said 'right' and keep a tally of it. She lost interest in her game about forty-five minutes later, reaching 93 tallies, and so on. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she needed to stay awake. She needed to pass this class, even if politics wasn't her favorite subject.

Three hours had ticked by, and finally she was free. She grabbed her notebook, closed it, and got up from her seat, groaning internally as her back and neck ached with stiffness. Sampson followed her out wordlessly, and she trekked across the campus to her next class. Halfway to her class, a group of four male students came running up to her, all of which wearing the American Flag patterned shirts. Before she could change direction, they surrounded her, singing Hail to The Chief and marching around her in a tight circle. She swallowed, panic setting in. "Please no." She whispered quietly, just as Sampson ran over, ready to throw them away from her.

"Break it up! Back up." The four males turned to the large secret service agent and then walked away, mumbling that they were just joking and having fun.

"Thanks" Emily's voice came out weaker than she had intended. She hated crowds, and she hated when people made fun of her for her family. She didn't choose this. She grabbed her bag from where she had dropped it on the ground, and walked the rest of the way to class, praying she didn't meet anyone else.

Once all of her classes were done for the day, she decided she needed a break for awhile. She didn't want to hole herself up in her apartment, but she did want to sit down and just read for a little bit, maybe get a head start on the laundry list of homework she had just received from her classes. It was now nearing 3pm, and she hadn't had anything to eat besides that apple from earlier this morning. Her stomach rumbled, "How about we get lunch?" She glanced back at her bodyguard and he inclined his head in silent agreement. His orders were to follow her around and make sure no trouble came her way. If she wanted lunch, he wouldn't object.

The two made their way downtown. It'd been awhile since being in downtown New Haven, but she was still familiar with every street corner within a mile radius. She marched into her favorite cafe, holding the door open for Sampson, as he followed suit. She cleared off a table by the window, and Sampson sat at the table a few feet away, giving her some breathing room. She nodded her thanks before pulling out her books and settling in. She saw Sampson take out his phone, probably updating the staff at The White House on her little 'run in.'

Aaron's work phone dinged, signaling a text. It was time. Sampson was calling him in, telling him where she was, and to take over for a little bit. He pulled on a sweatshirt, and slipped his shoes on before heading out of the apartment. This was what he was trained to do, and although he wanted to work himself up through the FBI, this was the start that could land him a respected job, higher than security detail. He found the little cafe down on York Street, and parked his car. The bureau had lent him the car, the phone, the apartment, practically everything he needed for this undercover mission. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he glanced himself over in the mirror briefly before stepping out into the street. He was ready.

Emily stood up, pushed in her chair and grabbed her wallet, before heading up to the counter to order some food. She decided on a chicken caesar wrap and after paying, returned to her table. A few short minutes later, the bell on the door rang, signaling a customer. Emily looked up, spotting familiar hazel eyes. She gasped quietly as his eyes caught hers. She forced herself to look away, her cheeks tinting a soft pink. It was him. Emily stared down at her book, trying to get back into it. She inhaled, getting a whiff of his cologne. Chancing a glance up from her book, she found him standing two feet away, staring down at her with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye.

"It okay if I sit? Uh, everywhere else seems to be taken…" He trailed off, glancing around at the small cafe. Emily nodded slowly, flashing him a warm smile.

Oh god. "Yeah, that's fine," she heard her voice say in a steady tone, despite how she felt.

Her sandwich was brought to the table and he nodded, "looks good. What'd you get?"

"It's the chicken caesar wrap. Honestly probably my favorite thing on the menu." She chuckled softly. The past few years that she attended Yale, she would always make it part of her routine to come to this Cafe, and sit in the exact same table every Wednesday. She liked routine, and growing up with a schedule back home, it was just a normal thing for her. It was a type of comfort.

Normalcy. She craved normalcy.

Emily looked up at him as he met her eyes. "Just so you're aware, I am a very slow eater." She smirked at him, his lip quirking upward in response.

"Oh, I couldn't tell." He joked,

"Which means…" She bit her lip, "we have plenty of time for conversing. Starting on the subject of you."

His eyes went slightly wide at that. She was so forward, but then again, He wouldn't want it any other way. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" She took a small bite of the sandwich and gave him a small grin, "So, tell me something I don't know." She watched him lean back against the chair and he chewed his lip, thinking.

"Hmm" He hummed, "Something you don't know," he drummed his fingers on the table next to her hand and nodded, considering her request. "Okay, something you don't know…" He nodded, pondering this a moment before speaking. "The tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body. If a statue of a person on a horse has the front legs up in the air, the person died in battle, if the horse only has one front leg up in the air, the person died from wounds received in battle. And if all legs are down, then they died from natural causes." He took a breath before continuing, "People say bless you when you sneeze, because when you sneeze, your heart stops for a millisecond. Rhythm is the longest english word without a vowel-"

"Not entirely true!" Emily interjected, laughing at his facts. "Y can be a vowel. A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes Y!" She smirked at him, causing him to chuckle. "Elephants are the only animal that can't-"

"Jump?" He finished, giving her a cheeky grin.

"Right." She raised an eyebrow at him, "However, you still haven't told me anything about yourself." She took another bite from her sandwich, waiting for him to fill her in.

"Oh, I'm not very interesting."

She pouted, shaking her head, obviously not accepting his excuse. "I'll be the judge of that. Come on-" A camera flashed in her face, causing her to blink. "Oh." She looked up at the source of the bright light and realized it was some middle aged man. He held out his phone for another picture.

"My wife wouldn't believe I met you!" Emily stared at him, faking a smile. "You're such a beautiful young lady." He smirked, glancing down at her chest, "And your bust came in quite nicely, too."

Her eyes widened at this, nearly choking. "Excuse me?" She saw the older man's smirk turn into a dark grin, and Aaron stood up, trying to block her from view of the camera and from the man. His attempts were futile, as more people gathered around the small table, hoping to catch a view of The First Daughter. Aaron decided the audience had had enough of a show, and he stood up, grabbing her bag from the seat.

"Come on, Emily." Swinging her bag over his shoulder, he made a grab for her hand and held onto her gently. He pushed through the crowd, all of them pushing back, trying to get their pictures, and he pulled her out the door quickly, leaving her sandwich forgotten. "This way!" He took off at a run, her trailing behind, his hand still gripping hers. "Watch your step now." He took her through an alleyway. They could still hear voices and clicking of cameras. Paparazzi and reporters were now aware of Emily's little lunch stop, and they were hot on their trail. Aaron's gait didn't slow until he could no longer hear the footsteps or voices. He tucked her around a corner, and blocked her from view, their hot breath mingling in the small space. He realized he was still holding onto her hand and he dropped it, blushing a bit. "Sorry."

He managed to catch his breath as she did hers. "So, really. Don't feel obligated to tell me anything about yourself." She shrugged innocently, the smile returning to her lips again. "One quick call, and I can find out anything from your blood type, to your yearbook photos from grade school, to the coordinates of your girlfriend's house."

He smirked down at her, amazed that she was joking around after what had just happened. "I don't have a girlfriend." He heard himself blurt out, and as soon after, he mentally kicked himself.

Idiot.

He saw her eyebrow raise in curiosity at his confession. "Oh?"

He decided to poke fun at her. "I have many." He watched her smile turn into a frown, and he thought he saw a look of hurt flash through her features before she turned her head.

"Oh." She said again, unable to control the disappointment in her voice. To her surprise he chuckled at her, and she shot him a look.

"I'm kidding! God, don't believe everything you hear." He grinned playfully down at her, watching as she, too, laughed quietly. Her laugh sounded like a melody to him. How was this woman, who he barely knew, tearing him apart like this? She playfully swatted him on the chest and shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked so cute.

Before he could say anything, he heard voices. He stiffened, taking hold of her wrist again.

"Emily!"

"There they are!"

"Emily, one picture! Please?"

Before she knew what was happening, Aaron had his arm around hers again, and they were running through the sidewalks of New Haven once more. He brought her around the block where his car sat. "Quick, get in!"

Emily looked at him, suddenly aware she was running with a stranger, no body guard. It was exhilarating, but also terrifying all at once. She knew she shouldn't trust him after having just met him, but that was another thought for another time. She glanced back and saw the reporters and camera crew make their way around the corner. At the moment, it seemed like a great idea to risk trusting a stranger. Plus, he's already saved her three times now, so what wrong could he really do? She took in a large breath and climbed inside the pick up truck after he opened the car door for her. He shut it quickly and sprinted to the other side of the driver's seat. He turned the key and revved the engine, speeding off in the other direction.

Emily swallowed the lump in her throat as she brought her eyes to meet his in the rearview mirror. He stared at her in the mirror, "Do you deal with this a lot?"

"Mhm." She mumbled, leaning back in the seat and glancing backward, trying to see if they were still being followed.

His heart ached for her. Poor girl. She never got a break, did she? He'd seen magazine articles, and front page headlines, and he'd even seen her picture on television. But he never really stopped to think about how it all made her feel to always be in the spotlight. He reached for her hand with his free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I'm sorry." His voice was just above a whisper. She turned to him with a confused look on her face, her eyebrows knit in silent question. He elaborated, "I know you didn't sign up for this, and I'm sorry." His apology went for so many things. For lying to her, deceiving her, for falling for her, and for her having to deal with the media and crazy people.

She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded, taking in a soft breath of air. "It's really not too terrible."

He stared at her, "Emily, I just watched a middle aged man tell you he was glad your breasts came in. You don't have to play the big, strong, tough girl role with me." He watched as she shrugged in her seat and turn her attention to outside the window. He chewed on his lip, finally understanding. "That wasn't the first time someone has said something like that to you, was it?" She was silent, and he didn't need to hear her answer. Putting his blinker on, he slowed down to a stop, and pulled the truck over. "Jesus Christ," his voice just above a whisper. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. He wanted to protect this woman. She deserved to be protected from everything bad.

He vowed to himself right then and there that he would do his job of protecting her, and he would do it well.

A/N: Well. There's chapter 1. Feel free to leave a review? I'd love to hear comments, suggestions, predictions of what's to come, anything. Also feel free to follow me on twitter, Officiallyemi.

-Emily.