"Sam," Mike's voice filled my living room as he left yet another message on my answering machine. "Listen I'm sorry about last night, I know that I had too much to drink and I should have never said any of those things to you."

'Damn right,' I laughed to myself as I took another sip of coffee. 'You screwed up buddy.'

Six messages.

Six messages in one hour from a man that I once trusted with my life.

If someone were to ask if this was just either his way of sucking up or if I thought it was borderline obsessive I would have to say it was both. Sure he knew what he said was wrong but I wasn't going to allow him to say these things to me.

Curled up under a thick fleece blanket on the couch I just sat there watching the answering machine blink at me. Most of the day had been like this, I rarely moved unless it was absolutely necessary.

There was only one thing I needed to do today but I was scared to do it.

I was afraid to face him after last night.

The phone started ringing again and instead of picking it up I just sat there was watched it, hoping that I wouldn't have to hear another plea from Mike begging me to forgive him.

"God Sam," Mike pleaded through my answering machine, "Listen, I'm so sorry. Can you please pick up the phone so we can talk about this, I didn't mean anything."

There was no way I was going to wait for call number eight or nine.

I tossed the blanket off of me and slipped on a pair of shoes. As I grabbed for my purse I the phone started ringing again making me laugh a little.

As I shut the door behind me I heard Mike's voice once again. "Sam, could you talk to your technical analyst and ask her to please remove the virus from my computer?"

/0/0/0/

For a couple minutes I paced up and down the hallway, even once I had thought about knocking on the door but got cold feet. It shouldn't have been this hard but I needed to talk to him.

'Just knock on the damn door, Davidson,' I yelled at myself as passed his door again.

Looking down I was met by a smiling Jack Hotchner who with a bright shining smile wrapped his arms around my waist. "Hi Jack, is your daddy busy?"

"Daddy's cooking right now," Jack grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me inside. "Come inside."

I didn't have time to protest before I was standing inside their family room. Quickly I surveyed the room and noticed how comfortable and inviting it seemed, everything seemed to have its place but it wasn't spotless. It was clearly lived in.

The smell of food cooking was comforting; I missed the idea of having to cook for someone other than myself.

"Jack," I heard Hotch yell from around the corner. "Who are you talking to?"

"Daddy, someone's 'ere," Jack answered smiling even more.

"What have I told you about letting strangers in?" he demanded coming around the corner, Hotch was slightly red in the face. Jack moved a little closer to me.

"It's not a stranger daddy," Jack assured Hotch, pointing at me for extra affect. "It's Sammy."

Hotch's eyes landed on my and his features relaxed quite a bit, I even swore I saw him smile for a brief second before going back to seriousness that was Agent Hotchner. "Jack, it doesn't matter who it is, you do not open the door and let people in the house."

"But you only told me not to let strangers in." The little boy look defeated as he knelt down in front of me and started messing with several action figures that were lying on the coffee table.

"Don't worry Jack," I whispered kneeling down next to Jack. "He's just making sure you're safe."

My eyes flickered up to Aaron, who was drying his hands off in a kitchen towel before flipping it onto his shoulder. "And they don't get any stranger than Sam, buddy," Aaron said with a soft chuckle. "It's almost time for dinner Jack, why don't you go get cleaned up?"

Jack jumped up from his toys and started towards the bathroom, just as he was about to turn the corner he stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at his father curiously. "Can Sam stay for dinner daddy, can she?"

Looking back and forth between his son and me, Aaron shrugged his shoulders. "Sure she can buddy, if she doesn't mind spaghetti that is?"

"That sounds great, Aaron."

With my answer Jack yelled with delight and skipped around the corner towards the bathroom to wash his hands for dinner.

It wasn't until Aaron heard the bathroom door shut and the sound of water running Hotch turned his full attention back to me and crossed his arms just below his chest. "Alright Davidson, what are you doing here?"

Feeling rather intimidated by the man standing in front me I cleared my through before speaking up. "I came over to see you Aaron."

/0/0/0/

"Well," Aaron began, reentering the living room after putting Jack to bed, "He's out cold, you really made his evening."

I turned to face Hotch, resting my chin on the back of the couch. "He's really great Aaron," I assured him with a smile. "And I'm glad that he seems to like me."

Aaron headed to his bar, before pouring himself a drink he asked if I cared for anything which I gladly accepted. "He's going to be talking about it all day tomorrow, I'm sure of it." Aaron chuckled. "If you ask me I'd say he doesn't just like you."

I couldn't help but smile as Aaron told me that, crossing the room Hotch took a seat next to me and set my glass on his coffee table.

"Aaron," I began, my face feeling like it was on fire, "About last night-"

"Sam, you don't have to," Aaron interrupted taking a swig of his scotch before putting his glass down on the table. My eyes were locked on the seriousness of his expression. "As far as I'm concerned it's over."

"Aaron, I just wanted to thank you." My gaze fell down to my lap as I began fidgeting with my hands. "It seems like you always have to come to my rescue, more than is necessary in fact."

"No one harasses my agents like that." Hotch reached out and grabbed my hand, I looked up and saw an unexpected fire burning in his eyes. "Plus, no one disserves to have anyone question their accomplishments. Sam you are very special to the success of the team and I'll always stick up for you."

"You shouldn't have to."

With his other hand Hotch gently traced the curve of my jaw line, his fingertips softly brushing across my skin. "But I want to Sam, I will always want to stand up for you and never will I require you to thank me for it. It's something that I want to do."

Suddenly I was very self conscious of myself and I was nearly on the verge of running out terrified that I was about to hear that all these months that Aaron and I were harboring the same feelings for one another. Instead I reached over and grabbed the glass of scotch off the table and began taking several long drinks from the glass causing those feelings of anxiousness to slowly disappear.

"You shouldn't want to do that," I muttered into my glass.

Hotch grabbed the glass of scotch out of my hand and in one fluid motion set it down of the coffee table, his face never looking away from me. "Give me one good reason Sam," Aaron dared me.

"Because we always seem to be at each other's throats," I said with a hint of a smile.

"So, you just happen to be opinionated and strong willed."

"Hotch," I sighed, running my hands through his dark, silky hair, "You've had a little too much to drink because that's just the nice way of saying stubborn and pigheaded."

"No I haven't," he leaned forward and whispered softly in my ear, the heat of his breath on my face sent shivers down my back. "I'm just a little more courageous to do what I've been dying to do for months. What I almost did down in Texas."

Aaron cupped my face gently in his hands, his thumbs gently running over my cheeks. Leaning into his touch my eyes fluttered shut when I felt his lips meet mine, at first our lips met with slow patience but with each brush our lips the passion increased.

My head began spinning as I became intoxicated with Aaron's scent and the taste of his mouth, a small moan escaped my lips when his tongue begged for entrance to my mouth making me twist my fingers farther into his hair.

After several more moments Aaron and I pulled apart, gasping for air and the look in his eyes were nothing more than relief. Running my fingers over my lightly swollen lips it felt like I no longer had to hide my feelings for the man in front of me.

My dear Sam/Hotch fans was this the moment you were asking for? Also I have to admitt that I love writing Jack, he's so cute!

I want to hear what you all have to say. Next up...Sam/Hotch discuss their future and the team gets called out on a case.