The phone rang. "Hotchner."

"Oh Aaron you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice."

"Emily is that you? Please tell me it's you."

"It's me Aaron. I need a ride. Would you be so kind as to come get me?"

Hotch put his hand over his eyes, he couldn't believe she would make jokes at a time like this. "Where are you?"

"I don't know. I'm at a farm somewhere. Have Garcia trace the call."

Hotch covered the phone as he ran out of his office. "MORGAN. get Garcia. Emily is on the phone. I need her to trace it and get us a location."

"Aaron stay with me. I need you to keep talking to me."

"I'm here. ... I love you. I should have told you sooner I know. But I need you to know. I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being."

Emily closed her eyes and smiled. "I love you too. Just keep talking to me. Just keep talking."

"Emily what's wrong. You sound weak, tired?"

Silence was all that greeted Hotch's question. "Emily did ... did he ... did he hurt you?"

"Just come get me Aaron. I need you. Just come get me."

"Morgan where is she?"

"Garcia needs just another minute."

"All right Emily, Garcia needs just another minute. And then I'll be there. And I'm taking you away."

"Taking me away? Who are you and what have you done with my stoic workaholic boyfriend?"

"Somedays work takes second place. You and I, and Jack we are going to the Islands. I have always wanted to see you in a bikini."

"So that's what this is about. I see right through you Aaron Hotchner."

Hotch only laughed.

Morgan started to grab his things and yelled. "Hotch we got here. Let's go."

He didn't need to say let's go, Hotch was already moving. "I'm coming. I'll be there soon."

Hotch got to the SUV, wisely Morgan was in the passenger seat. The car flew to the farmhouse. The wheels touching the ground only a few times. They pulled up to the farmhouse. They looked for where she could be, all they saw was a farmhouse. Hotch was out of the car and to the front door in seconds. He didn't wait for Morgan, he kicked the door in, and moved into the house.

"Emily. EMILY. Where are you?"

"Aaron is that you?"

He could barely hear her voice. He moved toward the sound of her voice. He heard someone bump into a wall. Then he heard her scream.

He sprinted towards the scream. He was moving faster than he had ever moved in his life. He didn't stop when he saw the closed door. He just barreled through it. The man who had attacked him earlier was standing over the woman he loved. He lunged forward and tackled the guy. He started hammering his fists into the mans face and body. A soft sweet voice penetrated his rage.

"Aaron, Aaron. It's ok. I'm ok. Come back to me Aaron." She put her hands on his face. He looked down at the bloody body on the ground. He stood up. He pulled her into his arms. "I'm safe Aaron, you saved me."

He opened his eyes. He was lying on his bed in his room. Fuck. He closed his eyes. He wanted to get back to the dream. Every night it was the same thing. He saved her, different ways each night, but always he saved her. Always.

But always he woke up. The harsh light of day crept in and ripped him from the fantasy. He was alone. His hand moved to the empty side of the bed. He slowly stroked the sheets. He closed his eyes, and for a brief moment she was there. Far too quickly the illusion was over and reality sunk back in. She wasn't there. She was never going to be there again.

He stood and got dressed. Not in a suit though, not today, today he would wear casual clothes. She loved him in casual clothes. He looked at the calendar. Monday August 20.

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He walked across the green grass. He sat down on the stone bench in front of the grave. He put down the bouquet of flowers he had brought. Asphodel, they said my regret follows you to the grave. "I'm sorry I failed you. ... I'm going back. I have to go back. ... I'll save them ... like I should have done for you. I will always love you."

/

He stood in front of the elevator. He closed his eyes and steeled himself. He reached forward and pushed the up button. Help me.

/

Slowly she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding. A groan escaped her lips. What's going on? It all came rushing back.

My parents and brother killed.

Kidnapped.

Raped.

Aaron.

The gun.

He shot me.

She quickly opened her eyes and checked herself for injuries. There were no bullet holes. She put her hand on her head, and felt a bump. That's new.

He walked in carrying a newspaper. "Look who's decided to join the land of the living."

"What's going on? You shot me? Didn't you?"

"I did. With a rubber bullet. I "killed" you. You even made the paper." He tosses her a newspaper. She looks at the date, Tuesday, August 14th. There's an article about fallen FBI Agent Emily Prentiss.

"Now everyone thinks you're dead. They won't be looking for you anymore. Especially your Agent Hotchner. Now you're all mine. Forever."

Forever. That word had never sounded so ominous.

A/N SHE'S ALIVE! *Hands in air looking to Heaven, looks around* Ok that was a little too dramatic. Let me know what you think. Review.