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"You're back already?!" Emily exclaimed, heat creeping up the back of her neck from embarrassment.

"I live nearby," Hotch reminded her, trying not to sweep his eyes up and down her. Her dark brown hair was dripping wet and her short bangs were plastered to her forehead. His shrewd sense of smell detected some designer fragrance on her.

"Right." Emily looked up at Hotch shyly and before she knew it, the two of them were smiling at one another.

After Emily put on some blue jeans and a sweatshirt and dried her long hair, the two of them decided to run some errands and then grab some lunch in the downtown, quaint part of town.

Stepping out into the hallway, Hotch let Emily lock her apartment door and then, as they walked towards the elevator, he brushed his hand against hers, trying to convey what he wanted. Immediately, she slipped her hand into his.

"I feel like a teenager again," Emily laughed, walking into the otherwise empty elevator.

"Same here," Hotch replied, squeezing her hand tightly. "It feels good."

When they got downstairs, Mrs. Wilson, the owner of the apartments, was planting some flowers outside.

"Oh! Emily, I didn't know you were home!" she greeted the young woman. "You keep such odd hours."

"It's good to see you again, ma'am. This is Aaron Hotchner, my boss and…" Emily wasn't sure what else to add to the sentence.

"I'm Emily's boyfriend," Hotch finished the sentence for her, taking her by surprise.

"I've been hoping she'd find a nice young man," the elderly woman told Hotch, shaking his hand lightly. "You seem decent."

For the first time in months, Hotch laughed. He actually laughed. And when he did it, his features became twice as handsome. Emily liked that side of him.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, ma'am, and I'm sure you'll be seeing more of me very soon."

The two of them left the apartments yard and started walking down the street. Emily lived in the old part of town, near where they would eat dinner, and both had decided that fresh air would suit them both.

"She liked you," Emily commented, slipping her arm into the crook of Aaron's elbow.

"Does she see you bring a lot of guys through?" Hotch wanted to know, pretending that his question was totally innocent. Emily, however, caught his meaning and elbowed him in the ribs.

"No! I don't have time to date, Boss. In case you've forgotten, we do work some unusual hours."

Hotch smiled again and Emily marveled at how much he kept doing that. It had only been twelve hours since their first kiss.

"I just make us work longer hours so I can be around you more," he assured her.
"You're a terrible liar and an even worse flirt!" Emily told him!