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Chapter 6: Glad to Be Home

Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head…I miss you.

-Blink 182

Quantico, VA Present Day

Hotch pulled out his keys and unlocked his front door. As he walked in, he was ambushed by his young son, Jack.

"Hey buddy," Hotch greeted, as Jack leapt into his arms. Hotch tossed his go bag to the side of the hallway and entered.

"Hey, you're home. Welcome back," Hotch's wife, Haley, greeted. She was petite and slender, with shoulder length blonde hair.

Hotch kissed Haley on the lips.

"Hey," He said with a grin. He put Jack down by the kitchen table.

"Just in time too! Dinner's ready," Haley said with a smile. She put the green beans on the table, and Hotch quickly helped her, grabbing the chicken. He pulled out Haley's chair, helped Jack into his highchair, and then sat himself down.

"It's really nice that you're home, Aaron," Haley said with a grin. Hotch was always away for work, and it wasn't often that they got to spend a lot of time together.

"Daddy look!" Jack exclaimed, sticking green beans out of his mouth.

"Jack," Hotch chuckled with a wink.

"Today I drew picture with Ms. Hannah," Jack explained. Ms. Hannah was his preschool teacher, "And we drew our mommies and daddies," Jack continued.

"And where's your picture, Jack?" Hotch asked.

"On your desk," Jack said, pointing to a room off of the living room, "Take it to work?" He asked.

"Absolutely, It'll go right in my office," Hotch promised.

"Good," Jack announced. They finished dinner, and while Hotch cleaned up, Haley took Jack to take a bath.

After they had put Jack to sleep, they sat together on the couch.

"Finally alone," Haley teased with a wink.

"Mhmm," Hotch murmured as he pulled her in for a kiss.

"So, how was work?" Haley asked- something she never asked.

"It was good. We got a new agent…Emily Prentiss," Hotch said, wrapping his arms around Haley's waist.

"Prentiss. As in the ambassador?" Haley said, pulling Hotch's arms off of her. "Yes…" Hotch said confused as to why Haley was suddenly being hostile.

"That's why you're in a good mood isn't it? That's why you're suddenly being mister family man?" Haley asked angrily.

"No! Haley, what are you talking about?" Hotch said, raising his voice.

"It is," Haley said, shaking her head. She began to stand.

"Haley. Don't do this," Hotch told her, taking her hand. She pulled away from him as soon as he held it.

"No, Aaron. You don't do this," She exclaimed and then stormed away. Hotch wondered how much she really knew about his relationship with Emily.

Just then, his cell phone rang. It was Emily.

"Hello?" Hotch answered.

"You know that we need to talk," Emily said.

"Dave, what paperwork is this?" Hotch asked. Emily was confused for a moment and then she realized what he was doing.

"You're with her. I'm sorry," She apologized.

"No, don't worry about it. I have the original. I'll make a copy of it and bring it to you," He said.

"Come to the office. We can just talk there," Emily said.

"If you're sure you don't want me to just drop it off to you," Hotch said shrugging.

"Ok, so be there in like 20 minutes," Emily said.

"Ok, I'll see you at the office in a bit," Hotch said and hung up.

"Was that her," Haley asked coldly, from the other room.

"No. It was Dave. One of his ex wives is giving him a hard time about financial things and he needs some paper work from the bureau. I need to go give it to him. I'll be back in a while," Hotch told her, and with that, he grabbed his jacket and keys and left.

Washington, DC 1992

Emily called Hotch persistently the first week after he had left. She needed to know why. He never picked up her calls, but she never left a message. Finally someone picked up the call.

"Hello?" It was a woman's voice. Emily's jaw dropped.

"Shit," she muttered. She didn't know what to do. Hang up?

"Hello?" The woman asked again.

"Uh, hi yes. This is Emily Prentiss," Emily said slowly, "I was wondering if Aaron Hotchner was-" She began.

"Oh. This is his fiance, Haley," She said stressing 'fiance', "Aaron's not home right now, but I don't think he really wants to talk to you," She said coldy.

"I…I beg your pardon?" Emily stuttered. She once again didn't know what to do.

"I know that you and Aaron did things together that he wouldn't be proud to share, but that's why he quit. He's moved on. He's over you. And I suggest you get over him, too, because we are getting married, and nothing you can say or do will change this," Haley stated bluntly.

"I don't…I don't know-" Emily tried, but was once again cut off.

"Save it. You're young, impressionable, from what i've heard…you'll meet someone. Just. Not. Him," Haley said sharply. Then Emily heard Hotch's voice softly in the background.

"Haley, who's that?"

"Just a telemarketer, sweetie," Haley said to him, then back to Emily, "Don't call here again." Then the line went dead.

"God dammit," Emily said angrily. She slammed the phone on the receiver and laid in her bed, confused, sad, upset, every bad thing you could think of.