Hotch looked up from his file when a knock came on his door. He put his pen down before standing from the couch and looking out the peephole. What he saw did not please him. From what he could see, Emily's hair was slightly mused, as Jack began to poke it. She gently tried to pull her hands away and she turned her head to smile at him, showing blood on the side of her head. She began hoisting him higher on her hip as Hotch opened the door.

Emily let out a breath and a wary smile when she saw Hotch open his door. She didn't even get a word in when he pulled her and Jack both into the apartment and locked the door behind them. She turned to see him punching in the alarm before turning to her. "What happened?"

She shook her head slightly as Jack wrapped his arms around her neck. "Nothing happened to him. He just fell onto his but after tripping over the carpet, nothing big."

Hotch quickly took his son and sent him to play in his room. When Jack was gone, Hotch put Emily's hair behind her ear and examined the small cut near her temple, before looking down into her eyes, that seemed to hold gallons of water at the moment. "What happened to you, Emily?"

Emily closed her eyes and bit her lip, letting a couple tears fall down her cheeks. "He hit me."

Hotch nodded his head, and ran his fingers across her cheek, making her open her eyes. He wiped a couple of falling tears and nodded so she could see. "I kind of figured that."

"Jack wanted to watch a movie and I went to help him find one, but Billy pulled me back and tried to kiss me… he slammed me against the wall and I fell to the ground." Emily's words were hard to hear over her sobs. Hotch pulled her against his chest and held her tight as she flooded his shirt and chest with her tears. Only a moment later, she pulled away and wiped her eyes.

"Emily?"

Emily shook her head and straightened her shoulders, trying her best to look political, but not doing a good job of hiding the sadness and fear on her face. "I'm sorry, that was completely unprofessional."

"Emily, it's alright-"

"No!"

Hotch stepped back slightly and nodded his head. "I'm sorry if-"

"I have to go."

Hotch watched as Emily began for the door, but he quickly moved in front of her and blocked her from the door. Emily sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, wincing when she grazed the cut on her head. "Hotch, please move."

"No."

Emily looked up at him with fierce eyes. "Move out of the way."

Hotch shook his head. "Where are you gonna go?"

"Home."

"Back to Billy?"

Emily involuntarily winced at the sound of his name, but quickly shook it off. "It's where I live… I need to go."

"Why do you need to go?"

Emily looked down at her feet quickly before looking back at Hotch, new tears forming in her eyes. "He'll kill me if I don't."

Hotch pulled her in for another hug, one she quickly relaxed into. She clutched his chest as she sobbed, before looking up at him. "I don't know where to go."

"Stay here."

Emily was already shaking her head. "No, I can't."

"Why not?"

"I can't intrude on you and your son."

"Because why?"

Emily just slowly shook her head before chocking back a sob. "I just can't."

Hotch shook his head before taking her purse and slipping her jacket off of her. He hung both on the coat rack, before he led her over to the couch. Emily smiled slightly at him as she sat down. "Thank you Hotch."

Hotch smiled at her and gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead. "Anytime."