A/N: Part two! Thanks for all the comments on part one. As I said, this is a bit of a different role reversal story here. Hope you enjoy.

It was the first time in over a week she slept more than a fitful hour or two. Emily gradually swam to consciousness through the thick fog of grief that had enveloped her the moment she saw Jonathan gunned down before her very eyes. This time things felt different. She felt warm, she felt safe. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw herself staring into a bare muscular chest and the events of last night came roaring back to her.

She tilted her head slowly up and saw Hotch watching her.

"Hey," he greeted her softly, a hand coming up to brush back a few strands of her hair. "How are you feeling?"

How was she feeling? Her world had been shattered and she just made things worse by sleeping with her boss who had been nothing but understanding and kindness itself towards her as she fell apart at the seams. And she did it on the same day she buried the man she loved. Crap would be a generous description of how she felt right now.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into his chest. "I shouldn't have asked you to-," she made a small gesture. "It was a really unfair position for me to put you in." She started to pull away but he wouldn't let her go.

"Shhh," he shushed her soothingly. "You needed me last night and I wanted to be there for you. I don't have any regrets and I hope you don't either. There's nothing wrong with needing some comfort after everything you've been through."

"What kind of person am I?" she whispered brokenly. "I just buried Jonathan and here I am-"

"You're human," Hotch said soothingly as he gathered her towards him. She resisted a little but then melted into him, trying to burrow herself into his chest. Her actions made him smile softly and he placed a little kiss on her tousled hair. "You needed someone and I'm glad I was here for you."

"But we-"

"Simply showed each other how much we care for one another. I don't want you to run yourself down over this, Emily. You did nothing wrong. We did nothing wrong." His arms tightened around her, willing to her to absorb his strength and a part of him hoped she would feel the love he had for her.

Her own arms tightened around him and Emily wondered again not for the first time how through this entire nightmare she was so lucky to have found this tower of strength. She always knew Hotch was exactly that, but he had never been there for her in that capacity. It had surprised her, but it had also seemed so natural as well that he'd be the one to see her through these dark days.

And last night. As she thought about it, Emily found herself pulling away from Hotch, using more strength and insistence than before. He held her for a moment, but feeling her determination to leave his arms, he let her go, looking at her inquiringly.

She couldn't face him, couldn't let him know that making love to him last night had felt so right and good. God what kind of a person was she? She loved Jonathan and he was barely in his grave before she was bedding Hotch and enjoying herself. She knew it was "Aaron" that she was sobbing as he took her to such dizzying heights several times. She was terrible! Awful!

Hotch stared at her naked back as she sat facing away from him. However, he didn't need to see her face to know Emily was beating herself up over what had happened between them. He meant what he said. He didn't judge her for what happened last night, he completely understood it. They all had points in their life where they needed someone, where they were in places so dark it was either reach out for help or make a choice to go down a dark and destructive path. Emily had reached out and he had gladly helped her because given her state, had she chosen something different, the consequences he couldn't bear to think of.

"It can't happen again," she said softly in a broken, sad voice, her back still turned to him.

Hotch bit his lip and fought the disappointment and sadness that welled up inside of him when he heard those words. Of course he knew she was going to say that, it was all too soon, too fresh, but it hurt all the same. "I know." He sat up and scooted over towards her. His hand fell on her shoulder and he felt her tense for a moment and then relax. Hotch scooted closer until he sat behind her and pulled her into his body, his arms wrapping around her pulling her slight form against his chest.

"But it doesn't change anything for us," Hotch murmured as he rested his head against hers. "I'm still going to be here for you. I'm still going to help you for as long as you let me. I'm not going anywhere, Emily. I'm still going to be here."

Tears welled up in her eyes again and she felt herself melting back into his embrace as her hands came up to touch the arms around her. "Thank you," she said brokenly.

Hotch pressed his lips to her temple and whispered. "Always."

Somehow it had gone all wrong. That BITCH was supposed to die, not that mealy-mouthed doctor! But no, he had to play the hero and step in front of her so the bullet hit him, not her! She should be the one dead and buried. But instead, she's still alive and she has HIM fawning all over her.

Since it happened, he hadn't left her side and oh, that whore has been milking it for all it's worth. His hand holding hers. His arm around her shoulders. How he caught her as she stumbled at the cemetery. Held her close as she cried those crocodile tears. All an act, because she knew that all Emily Prentiss wanted was Aaron Hotchner and now she had him glued to her side, probably seducing him right now into her bed.

The whore.

The first attempt failed, but there will not be another failure.

Emily Prentiss will die.