I'm really trying to find out if anyone's reading my fanfic. Please review and let me know what you think. Should I continue? Am I portraying the characters accurately so far? Also, I just can't get used to calling Hotch "Aaron". It just doesn't flow…to me, anyway. Let me know what you think.

After walking around and window-shopping for an hour, Hotch insisted that the two of them stop and get some lunch at an outdoor café.

"I'm not hungry," Emily objected, trying to drag him away from the restaurant, despite the fact that she could smell the food.

"I don't care. We need to get some meat on your bones," Aaron told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You're too skinny."

Suddenly, right there on the sidewalk, Hotch took Emily into his arms and kissed her tenderly. "Too think I almost lost you," he whispered, holding her close.

"But you didn't," Emily said forcefully. "Now, if you're going to insist that we eat then let's eat."

Over soups and sandwiches, the two of them discussed exactly how they could keep their new relationship hidden from the team. They decided to just act they way they always did—like they had their differences that simply couldn't be resolved.

Monday morning, Emily and Hotch arrived at the office at the same time. Morgan, always slightly earlier than anyone else, observed their actions. He could see them coming down the hallway, but they still hadn't seen him. They were talking to one another and Morgan choked on his coffee when he saw Hotch laughing at something Emily said.

Strangely, the minute the two walked in the door, their facial expressions changed. They instantly moved away from each other and stopped smiling. Derek chuckled to himself. Finally, one of them had made a move it seemed, and now they were trying to hide it.

Not to much later, Garcia walked into the office. Her hair was streaked lime green today and her clothes and eyeshadow matched it.

"Mornin', princess," he greeted her.

"I'll show you a good mornin', hot stuff," Penelope replied seductively, winking slyly at him.

"I need to talk to you, sweet cheeks," he told her, following her to her office.

"What magic spell do you need me to perform this morning, my beautiful god?" she wanted to know, setting her bag down on the desk.

"Has Emily mentioned anything about something between her and Hotch?" Morgan wanted to know. He was well aware of the fact that, occasionally, all the girls of the BAU went out for a drink.

"Sorry, sweetness, but I don't really think our boss is they type to break the rules. And no, she hasn't said anything."

Later that week, the team returned from working the particularly gruesome case at the old, run-down motel. While Emily was finishing up her paperwork, her cell phone beeped. It was a text message from Hotch.

"Tonight?" was all it said. He was wondering if he could come over after work.

"Please," was the response Emily sent back. The entire time she'd been working the case, she'd felt sick. These poor couples, just looking for a little country getaway, had become part of a living nightmare. It was mind-blowing.

Emily had had time to change into her beloved yoga pants and an FBI sweatshirt before Hotch arrived. He too, looked extremely tired. In his hand, he held a case of beer.

"I thought we might could use a drink," he commented, walking into the apartment.

"Sounds good to me." She put her arms around him, hugging him tightly. After seeing what had happened to those couples, she wanted to keep him close. He was all she had right now. Hotch seemed to sense her desperation and kissed her forehead softly.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispered to her. "I'm right here."

I thought using the episode that came right after Minimal Loss was a good idea, but sticking to exactly what's happened since then will be hard. I'm not going to worry about that anymore, so don't expect this to follow along with what's happened so far this season.