She pressed her lips together after swallowing her last bite of steak, her eyes looking across the small table to her husband who was blotting his chin with his napkin. "How did you like yours?"

The older man smiled his best before picking up the beer that sat beside his plate. "Its was amazing. Have you been here before?"

Emily gave a shake of the head, gently stabbing the left over greens on her plate. "No actually. My friend told me about it," she shrugged. "Said the food was great and that I should try it when I had time."

"Which friend, Em?" Her husband gave a laugh as she picked up her glass of wine. "You have a lot."

Emily greedily took a sip of the red wine she had been given, thinking back to a conversation she and Dave had had on one of their outings together. She put on a smile before shaking her head as she set her glass down. "I don't really remember. Probably JJ or Pen."

Aaron gave a nod, gesturing to the waitor over at the other end of the restaurant. "Do you want dessert?"

The brunette gave a quick shake of the head, feeling her stomach filling even more from the wine that had slid quickly down her throat. "No, I'm good. You could have something, though."

"I'm not gonna have anything if you won't." He watched as his wife subtly slouched in her seat, and he did his best to mask his sigh as the waitor came to their table. "Would you like to just go?"

Emily gave a meek nod of the head from her seat, her eyes looking down to her lap as she heard her husband ask the young woman at her side for the check. She stood and gntly slipped on her coat, smiling softly as her husband grabbed onto her hand.

The pair made their way down the city street, Emily's free hand gently holding her husband's arm. "You don't want to get a taxi."

Aaron shook his head. "I'd like to walk." He glanced down to the brunette at his side. "You think your shoes are good for walking that far?"

Emily gave a roll of the eyes before taking in the kiss he set to her forehead. "I think I'm good." She bit down into her bottom lip, her eyes stinging sightly as their walk became silent. She didn't even feel like she wanted to be there.

The brunette blinked her tears away, holding onto the older man just a little tighter as she realized the situation she was in. The situation she had prayed for to never come her way, but there it was.

Their marriage was ending.

Neither participant felt as if they had anything in common anymore. They barely talked, and when they did they did their best not to end up arguing, which rarely was the case.

Emily gave a small shake of the head as she felt her eyes sting. It had started with the deaths of Billy and Rebecca.

Both of them knew it, yet neither seemed to be willing to bring it up. They needed each other; they need the warmth and comfort, that feeling of having someone else in their life that they could share things with. Both parties couldn't stand the idea of being apart from that familiarity they had grown so accustomed to.

Aaron felt his wife stiffen beside him, and his eyes immediately cast down to the younger woman at his side. "You ok?"

Emily sucked in her tears, doing her best to smile up to the older man as they made their way onto their street. "I'm ok. I just want to get home to the girls."

The older man gave a nod. "I know. How much do we owe the sitter?"

Emily's forehead scrunched as she quickly did the math in her head. "I think about fifty dollars."

"Fifty dollars?"

The brunette let out a laugh when she saw her husband's eyes bug out of his head. "Aaron, she watched our baby twins for three hours."

Aaron gave a small huff as they came up to their home. "Yeah, ok."

Emily's eyes squinted when she and the older man at her side stood at the end of their gravel driveway. There was an older gentleman standing on their doorstep, arguing with he sitter that stood inside.

"I already told you who I was."

"I don't care! I'm getting the cops on the phone."

Both Hotchners let their eyes widen before running up to their front door. "What is happening here?"

Emily's mouth dropped open at the sight of the older man before her, her hand dropping her husband's in a heart beat. "Dave?"

The sitter shot a look to the brunette woman. "Do you know him?"

Emily quickly nodded her head. "Yes I do."

The blond girl gave a small nod before pointing her cell phone towards the gentleman she had been arguing with. "You're lucky I didn't already call the cops. Next time, they'll be on your ass."

Emily bit her lip to keep from laughing as her babysitter made her way back inside the house. "Dave, what are you doing here?"

The older man looked to his friend with an exasperated smile. "I finally dropped off your car."

The brunette let out a laugh before taking the older man into a hug. "I'm pretty sure that you promised it to me a week ago."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I've been so busy with meetings and signings for my new book." His dark eyes turned to the taller man that stood beside his friend, and he stuck out a hand. "You must be Emily's husband."

Aaron gave a short nod, grabbing onto the older man's hand and squeezing hard. "I am. Aaron. Who are you?"

The older man gave a shrug. "David Rossi."

"The author?"

Emily smiled. "The one and only."

Dave nodded to the pair before leaning in, setting a kiss to his friend's cheek. "Well I've gotta go. I have a business dinner with my publisher."

Emily gave a nod before bringing her friend into one last hug. "Ok, I'll see you some other time."

Aaron huffed as he locked the door behind him and his wife, peeking out the window to see the famous author stepping into his car and having a driver drive him away. He gave a shake of the head, thinking back to how touchy the friends were right in front of him.

If they were that 'friendly' right before him, what could they do behind his back?