A/N Disclaimer I own nothing.

This is it the final one. After this I get to see her. After this I get to take her away from that evil man that is holding her hostage. She's going to be so happy to see me.

"I remember you. You're-."

No stop. A shot rang out. Breathe. It's ok. He can't tell anyone. He's dead. It's over. Just breathe. Yeah it's over now all I need to do is go home and get it ready for her. Soon my love, soon we will be reunited. Soon you will be mine.

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When Emily walked into the bullpen she immediately knew something was wrong. There were two men in suits in Hotch's office. From his body language she could read that this was not a social call. Nor was it pleasant. He looked out into the bullpen and his eyes rested on her.

They communicated silently.

What's going on?

It's bad. Come up here.

A sense of dread filled the pit of her stomach. She slowly walked up the stairs. She did not want to go into the office. She walked in. Hotch sent her a small look of love and concern. All that he could allow himself here at work. What is going on? She noticed that Hotch had closed the blinds in the office.

"Agents this is Emily Prentiss, would you please tell her what you just told me?"

"Miss Prentiss-."

"Agent Prentiss."

"Sorry Agent Prentiss, I regret to inform you but your father and brother have both been found dead. They were both murdered."

Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my God." Her world started to crumble and everything in it seemed far away. She didn't notice when a pair of strong hands grabbed her and pulled her into his body. She stood limply in his grasp. Nothing registered.

Hotch had noticed the blank look on her face. Screw the rules and screw the FBI. He rushed forward and pulled her into his arms. He immediately noticed that she was unresponsive. It was almost like her brain had shut down. He dismissed the other agents, and continued holding her. He lightly stroked her back, trying to bring her back to him. Part of him was glad that she was allowed a few moments were she wouldn't hurt. Even if she had to shut down to get it. But the rest of him knew that it wasn't healthy she would need to grieve, and to do that she would need to feel. All he could do was hold her and be there for her.

It was nowhere near enough.

After a few minutes she slowly started to come back to the land of the living.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"I would ask if you were ok, but that seems like a really stupid thing to say."

She let out a small chuckle.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to say? … Why is this affecting me?"

"There your family."

"In a biological sense. But we were never a family. I haven't seen my brother in years."

"What happened?"

"He didn't want anything to do with us. He told us he never wanted to see us again. We were close when we were kids. We fought, but it was always us against the world. And then one day it was all over."

"That must have been hard."

"Yeah. My father wasn't much better. I loved him, but he was never there. I only have these odd, random memories of him."

"Are they good memories?"

"Some of them. But mostly I remember him not being there, promises made that were never kept, and the moments where we were going to do something and he got called away to work."

"It's not wrong to grieve for them. Even if they weren't a good family. They were your family."

"Yeah. Hey, you're holding me."

"Did you just now notice that?"

"No, but we're in the office."

"Yes."

"I thought we were going to keep this out of the office."

"We were but it seemed cruel to make you go through this alone. And your boss wouldn't be much help to you in this situation, but your boyfriend might."

"Boyfriend. A little presumptuous there Aaron."

"What else am I going to call myself? Your secret lover. Your consistent booty call."

"Ohh. I like that one. We are definitely calling you that when the team asks us what we are."

Hotch said nothing just let his head fall in shame. Emily smiled. It's so fun to tease him.

"Oh god the team. What are they going to say?"

"They're going to be happy I'm getting some. Well at least Dave will. Now I won't have to refuse his attempts to set me up."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Dave's been trying to set you up? For how long?"

"He started about a month after the divorce papers came in. Then again a couple of months after Haley died. He said I needed to get laid. He said it wasn't healthy."

"Well you can tell him you're making up for lost time. … One second thought don't tell him that."

Aaron smiled. "Do you want to go back to work, or do you want to go home?"

"Work. At home I would just be going nuts thinking with nothing to do here I can be doing something."

"You know the UnSub is someone from your life. We are going to need a list of people who had grudges against your family."

"It's going to be a long list."

"Yeah. But they fact that they have targeted your whole family says something. Also your going to need protection."

"Hotch no."

"Emily please. I know you're an agent and more than capable of taking care of yourself, but this guy is good. Your mother had protection and it didn't stop him. We need to do everything we can to make sure he doesn't get you."

Emily sighed. "Yeah you're right. But I don't like it."

"I didn't expect you would."

"What are we going to do about Strauss?"

"I don't know, but I'll figure something out. Now go on get back to work."

Emily walked to the door.

"Emily I … … I want you to know I'm sorry." He finished lamely, not able to say what he really wanted.

Emily said nothing but gave him a sad smile and walked back to her desk.

Weak. What is wrong with you? Why couldn't you say it? Chicken. He sat down and tried to work, his mind continuously mocking him.

A/N All right things are now going to get interesting. Hopefully I'll post in a couple of days. It would help if I got several reviews, it brings my muse back faster.