A/n: Thank you for all the reviews. They're making my vacation off from school sooo good:) I hope you like this chapter. It's short, but I just wanted to give a quick update because I'm not sure when I'll be able eto update again. Probably tomorrow, but if not...Monday .So in this chapter, you're in for a little bit of a shock, that is sort of not related to Emily and more related to Hotch and Haley. ENJOY xoxoxoxo. REVIEW please:)

Chapter 5: Does He Love Me or Not?

When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once.

-Eva Braun

Quantico, VA Present Day

Emily looked up at Hotch. She had been staring at her thumbs as he explained everything to her, but when he was done speaking, she realized, she had to look at him. She forced herself to make eye contact. Her eyes stung with tears, but she held them back. Then something unfamiliar happened: a tear fell. Only one. She wiped her eye quickly, and mentally scolded herself for the tear.

"She was pregnant….?" Emily whispered. Hotch nodded quietly.

"You have a teenager?" Emily asked curiously.

"No..." Hotch said softly.

"What do you…if Haley was pregnant then…" Emily said, quickly counting in her head.

"That baby…Emily she lost the baby…" Hotch said sadly.

"Oh…Aaron," She whispered, using his first name, "I'm so sorry." Emily took his hand and held it. She and Hotch shared this moment without worrying that everyone else was definitely watching them.

"We do have a child though…He was born last year," Hotch said, "Jack…" He said pulling out a picture. Emily looked at the picture.

"He's got your eyes," She grinned.

"He's great. I'd love for you to meet him," Hotch said with a smile.

"I'd love to," Emily said with a smile. They were smiling, just like they used to, just like really good friends, not like lovers and enemies, but friends.

"Do you remember that time your mother insisted on me teaching you to cook, and you burned the chicken and the fire alarm went off?" Hotch said with a grin.

Emily chuckled, remembering, "Oh. The sprinklers went off!"

"And there was that god awful dress your mother bought you that you hated, and it got ruined," Hotch laughed. This was a rarity, all the smiling and laughing, and the team took note of it.

"My mother was pissed," Emily laughed. They laughed together.

"I miss this, Hotch."

"Me too."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Coming here. Getting this job. I lied to you, you know."

"What did you lie about?"

"I did look for you. I missed you."

"Emily…"

"Yeah, Hotch?"

"I missed you, too."

"Well…good, Hotch. You should have missed me." There was a chuckle in her voice.

"Uhm, guys….we're here," JJ said quietly. The two had not even noticed that they had landed.

"Oh. Great, thank you, JJ," Hotch said with a small smile. Everyone exited the plane and went their separate ways quickly.

"Well, I'll uh, I'll see you tomorrow, Hotch," Emily said quietly.

"Yeah…I'll see you tomorrow," He said. Emily wanted to give him a hug, but instead, she was beat by him sticking out his hand. She shook it.

"Always one to be professional," Emily teased.

"Bye, Emily," He said. He waved to her and walked away towards his car. When she was sure he was gone, she walked her own way.

"Well, that was sufficiently awkward," Emily said. She walked to her car and sat in the driver's seat. She sat there for at least five minuets contemplating what had happened.

"Ugh. What the fuck," Emily said slamming her hand onto the steering wheel. She was now totally confused for her feelings for him, and his feelings for her.

Washington DC 1992

"And you're sure about this, Agent Hotchner?" Emily heard her mother say. Emily had just woken up. She rubbed her eyes and climbed out of her bed.

"Yes ma'am," She heard Hotch say. Then Emily heard footsteps, and the front door shut.

"Shit," Emily hissed. She quickly threw on her bathrobe and hurried down the stairs, but she was too late.

"Good morning Emily," Her mother greeted her.

"Where's he going?" Emily asked as she saw Hotch drive away.

"He resigned this morning," Her mother said as if it was common knowledge.

"He what?" Emily asked shocked.

"He said that he felt like he needed to spend more time with his wife," She said with a shrug. She started to walk into the kitchen, clearly done with the conversation.

"And that was it? He just left?" Emily asked shocked. She followed her mother into the kitchen; she was not done.

"Oh Emily, so at the wedding we saw that nice young man, oh what was his name…" Her mother murmured, "Darling what was his name?" She asked her husband.

"Adam Brody," He said looking up from his paper. He looked back down and sipped his coffee.

"He was asking about you. You should have come. The wedding was lovely," Her mother continued. They had just gotten back.

"Mother. You just let him quit?" Emily asked surprised.

"Emily why do you care? It's not that big a deal. It's not the first time it's happened," Her mother said with a shrug.

She sighed, "I'm going to go take a shower," Emily said. She couldn't fight with her mother. There was no way she could get through to her mother, ever.

Her mother shrugged. She didn't care.

Emily ran up stairs and locked her bedroom door.

"What the fuck, Hotch?" She hissed. She quickly changed into jeans and a sweatshirt. She put on sneakers, and made sure her door was locked. It was. She opened her window, and slipped out quietly. She climbed around to the balcony in the back and slid down the two stories to the ground. She had to find Hotch.