A/N So after far too long here is another chapter. Considering how long you had to wait I wish I could have made it better, but try as I might this was the best I could do, sorry.

She was embarrassed. He hadn't done anything wrong. She had freaked out. She had attacked him and collapsed into a ball of hysterics. God, what he must think of her. She was stronger than this. She was better than this.

This happened to women every day, and everyday women overcame it. Women who didn't see the horrors she saw on a daily basis. Women who weren't trained to deal with trauma. Women who couldn't compartmentalize their feelings well enough to find their way out of a paper bag. Women who didn't have a wonderful, kind, and caring man who loved them, who was there for them every step of the way. Who didn't have a sweet little boy who mean the world to them.

They didn't have any of that and still they overcame this. And she, she had all of it. And she still couldn't overcome it. She still spazzed.

The pair walked into the living room. Hotch was seated on the couch.

Aaron saw it. He saw the recrimination. The self-hatred. Victims sometimes attack themselves, as if what they are going through isn't enough. Victims can sometimes become their own worst enemy, causing almost as much damage as their attackers.

She needed to get out of her head. She needed a night off.

He slowly stood up, "Em, I would like to show you something. Do you think you can come with me, or do you still need JJ here?" If she needed JJ, that was fine. He wasn't going to push her. He was going to go at her pace. He was here for her.

"You're not mad?"

She sounded so small. So unlike the Emily Prentiss he knew. Anger rose in his heart for the monster that had hurt her. "No. I'm not mad. It was my fault—"

"NO."

JJ and Hotch took a step back at the vehemence in her voice.

"You didn't do anything wrong. And this is NOT your fault. I initiated. I told you it was OK. Me. Not you."

Hotch nodded, "Would you like to come with me? You don't have to. But it might help."

The grew silent as they waited for Emily's answer.

…

…

"OK." She turned to JJ, "Thank you, for everything."

"Always. I'm here for you. Whenever you need. You pick up that phone and call me. No matter how late."

Emily nodded.

As the women talked Hotch pulled out his cell phone and made a call. He spoke in low hushed tones. After a few moments he hung up the phone. He turned to Emily, "You might want to change. Nothing dressy, something comfortable will do."

Emily nodded and left the room to change.

JJ turned to Hotch, "Are you sure you want me to go?"

Hotch looked hard into the space that Emily had just vacated. "I'll call you if anything happens."

"You had better." JJ walked over and gave Hotch a hug. "She's going to be OK. You didn't do anything wrong."

Hotch accepted the hug, but said nothing.

"Stubborn. The both of you. Made for each other."

Hotch said nothing as JJ let him go and made her exit.

He hadn't done anything wrong, but still he blamed himself. He was the one kissing Emily when she had her breakdown. He was the one who couldn't help her. He had to call someone else. He had failed the women he loved.

Emily came back into the room and they silently left the house and got into the car.

They drove in silence for several minutes.

Emily stared off into the horizon, lost in her thoughts. Hotch said nothing. He didn't know what to say. Didn't have the words to make it better.

After a few minutes driving through a part of town that was unfamiliar Emily spoke up, "Where are you taking me?"

"To a bar."

"A bar? I don't want to drink. I don't want to be a around a bunch of strangers. What's the matter with you?"

"The bar is closed tonight. I know the owner. You don't have to drink. That's not why we're going. … I was a part of a band once. Well kind of a band."

"What's a kind of band?"

"Do you know what a session musician is?"

"No."

"They are musicians who do short term gigs. They are often brought in when someone needs background instrumentals for a gig, or a recording, or for part of a tour. They typically aren't famous. I was a session musician back in college, and for a short time during law school."

"I didn't know you could play."

"Almost no one does. Only Dave, Jason, and Haley. Ever so often I used to go and play with these group of guys I know. They hang out at a bar. And when life was overwhelming, I would go play until the wee hours of the morning. Music helped calm me. … I thought it might help you."

"How do you know they are still there?"

"It's where I went after your funeral. They were still there. They'll be there till they die."

They pulled up to a brick building. There was no sign. Hotch walked over to an old wooden door and held it open for Emily.

She entered into a dimly lit room. There were several tables in front of her. The chairs had been put on top of the tables. To her left was the bar, a man nodded to her and Hotch. Hotch gave him a small signal and he grabbed a glass and a bottle. To her right was a black baby grand piano. A few men who looked a little worse for wear sat near it holding various instruments in their hands. Other instruments in cases were at their feet.

Hotch led her deeper into the room, finally indicating that she should sit at one of the tables near the piano. He continued on and sat in front of the piano. The bartender placed the glass and bottle down next him and moved over to Emily, "What would you like."

"Nothing thank you."

Aaron nodded to the fellas and started to play a familiar song from his favorite album.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take this sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly

Into the light of the the dark black night

He transitioned into ...

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, ...

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,

shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be

He ended the song and looked up, "Do you have any requests?"

"Do they have to be Beatles' songs, or can they be anything?"

"Anything you want, this is for you."

"Can I sing?"

"Sure, if you want."

"Does it matter that I can't sing?"

"No. I don't care. If you don't care, it's fine."

She stood up and walked over to the piano, and sat down on it, "I've always wanted to do this."

They sang long into the night.

Later when they got home she reached out and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you for tonight."

"You're welcome. We will get through this."

"Yes. We will."

A/N So I have lost inspiration and interest in this story. As such I am going to write the original ending with a couple of modifications, and end this story early. To all that have faithfully continued reading, and to those who joined along the way thank you for everything. Oh and if you don't mind let me know what you thought.