Thanks for reading thus far! From the reviews I got, it seems like a lot of you want a longer story. So I'll make it as long as i can! :) Warning, this chapter has an intense sexual situation. Like…really intense. winky face. you have been warned. xoxoxo.

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Chapter 8: Your Father's Eyes

He's got his father's eyes; eyes that find the good in things, when good is not around. Eyes that find the source of help, when help just can't be found; eyes full of compassion, seeing every pain; knowing what you're going through and feeling it te same. Just like his father's eyes.

-Amy Grant

Quantico, VA Present Day

A little boy ran speedily through the bull pen of the BAU, crashing straight into Emily, and falling on the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweet heart," Emily said flustered.

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed. He looked horrified.

"No, no. It's ok," She assured him. She eyed him curiously. There was something about this young boy that looked awfully familiar. He had dark brown eyes, and sweet puppy dog lip, and blonde hair. JJ exited her office and began walking down the cat walk towards the woman who was clearly as horrified as the little boy was.

JJ grinned, "Hey, buddy," she said sweetly.

"Hi, Ms. Jennifer," He said sweetly.

"You ok?" She asked, kneeling down to him. He was still sitting on his butt. He hadn't quite recovered yet.

"Uh huh," He nodded, "Sorry," He said to Emily again.

"It's really ok," She told him.

"So next time, running in the office is probably not a good idea?" JJ asked him.

"Yes…" He said hanging his head in shame.

"So, where's you're daddy?" JJ asked.

"He's coming," Jack said with a shrug, and on cue, Hotch entered through the glass doors of the BAU.

"Jack, how many times have I told you not to run in here?" Hotch asked rolling his eyes when he saw the young boy on the floor, red faced, in front of Emily.

"Sorry, daddy…but Ms. Jennifer already talked to me about it. We don't need to have another talk," He murmured quietly. Emily chuckled, and to that, Jack flashed a grin.

"Jack, have you met Emily yet?" Hotch said, as he made his way through the bullpen.

"Sort of…" Jack said sheepishly, turning red in the face.

"Briefly," Emily said with a smile. She bent down to Jack's eye level.

"I'm Emily," She said, holding out a hand for Jack to take.

"I'm Jack," He said with a smile. Emily took his small hand and helped him up.

"Nice to meet you, Jack," Emily said.

"You too," He said with a smile, and then turned to his dad.

"Maybe, if you ask Ms. Jennifer very nicely, she'll take you to see Ms. Penelope,' Hotch said, grinning.

"With the candy?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow.

"That's the one," Hotch said with a nod. He had finally reached JJ and Emily and Jack.

"Ms. Jennifer? Could we please go see Ms. Pen'lope?" Jack asked.

"Sure, honey," JJ said softly. He reached up and took her hand and she led him towards Garcia's office.

"Thanks, JJ," Hotch called as JJ and Jack walked away.

"No problem," JJ called back, and then the two disappeared down the hall.

Emily smiled, "So that's the famous Jack Hotchner."

"Yes, ma'am," Hotch said with a chuckle.

"He's got your eyes," Emily murmured.

"But hair that's all his mother's," Hotch said quietly.

"He's a sweet kid," Emily said softly.

"He is. He's kind and caring. He's silly. He gives great advice and he's only four," Hotch joked.

"Just like his father," Emily added.

"I try," Hotch said with a shrug. They were quiet for a moment.

"Have you ever thought of having kids?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah…you know, after everything that happened in Italy, I felt like…almost as if I didn't deserve something so special, so perfect…"Emily whispered.

"You do, though, Emily. What happened in Italy wasn't fair…I know. But you were still a kid. It was a mistake. You have to forgive yourself," Hotch said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

Emily couldn't speak. A few tears fell down her cheek. Hotch wiped them away with his thumb. They just stood there together for a moment, her head on his shoulder, both thinking….remembering.

Washington 1992 (Before Hotch resigned)

Hotch and Emily sat on a park bench together, laughing, and talking. They were two best friends. Hotch and Emily typically shared everything, but there were still a few secrets Emily still hadn't released.

A woman walked by them, carrying a newborn baby in her arms.

"He's beautiful," Emily said quietly.

"Can you imagine, something that small, but so perfect?" Hotch asked her with a grin. Suddenly a tear fell from Emily's cheek.

"Em?" He asked curiously. He wiped her cheek.

"I wish I had known…" Emily said, sounded stronger than she was at the moment. She stood and started walking towards the car.

"Known what, Em?" He asked, chasing after her.

"What mine would have looked like," She said so quietly, he almost couldn't hear her. He stared at her for a moment, and realization sunk in.

"How old were you?" He asked her. She didn't answer. She got in the car and waited for him. He got in as well, and started to drive.

"Fifteen," She said, her voice cracking…"You know we've been moving around a lot because of my mom's postings. We were in Italy when I was fifteen. And moving around so much, it was hard to get accepted….all you ever want when you're fifteen is to be accepted. You'll do…" She paused and with a whisper continued, "Almost anything."

"You…you got pregnant?" He asked her.

"Yup. My friend…my best friend, Matthew, took me to our priest and he said that if I got an abortion, I would no longer be allowed in his congregation," Emily said quietly.

"What did you do?" He asked.

"Matthew found me a doctor…stayed with me the entire time. I've regretted it every day since then," She whispered. He pulled the drive way to her house. Her parents were not home, as usual. She got out and walked in quickly, without him getting a good look at the tears that stained her face. When they had both entered, he grabbed her hand and led her slowly to the couch, in fear that the trembles that shook through her would be enough to knock her over. He slowly helped her sit.

He looked into her eyes, but she stared right through them. He just stared for a moment, trying to read her.

"Aaron," She whispered, and her voice cracked. She reached her arms around him and he held her as sobs wracked her body. She was so vulnerable. He didn't want anything to happen while she was in this state, but she needed a release.

She leaned in for a bruising kiss, through the tears. He at first didn't kiss back, but was coerced into it, by her expert tongue, tangling through every inch of his mouth.

"Emily," He began pulling away.

"Please," She begged. He hated to see her this broken. He would give her what she wanted. Between the two of them, he was the weak one, and he knew it. He gave in to her silent plea.

She pulled his shirt off of him, and he did the same to her. He laid her down on the couch, and he pulled off his and her pants, and all that was left was a bra, underwear, and he had boxers on. He placed kisses down her neck and unclasped her bra. He began sucking and kissing her taut breasts.

"Hotch," She groaned, arching into his kiss. He moved on top of her. His hardness was pressed against her fabric covered heat.

"Aaron I need you in me now," Emily begged. Hotch grinned. He pulled off her panties and placed a kiss inside her thigh.

She shivered. He brought his warm tongue to her heat, and swirled it around her swollen nub.

"Hotch," she groaned again, "I need you inside of me…" So he did. With a passionate force, he thrust himself into her slick heat. She threw her head back, and arched into him. They're bodies rocked in a harmonious motion that was all their own. He pushed her over the edge, and he helped her ride through her climax.

As they both came back to earth, they panted heavily. Hotch placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Emily," He murmured, "I'm so sorry." And he was. He was sorry for what had happened when she was fifteen, it was so young and so unfair. He was sorry for her parents, and how they were never there for her. He was sorry that he couldn't fully be there for her, and that their relationship couldn't be more. He was sorry for everything, but he didn't have to explain it all. She understood. She could stare into his eyes, and all the pain would melt away.

"I…I really love you," She whispered.

"I really love you," He told her back. He knew her parents wouldn't be back for a few days, on some business trip to the middle of God knows where, Europe. Because they would be away, hew as able to stay with Emily.

So, he covered them both in a blanket, and he pulled Emily close. She rested her head against his warm chest, and he placed soft kisses on her head, until they had both fallen asleep