Chapter 1: This can't be happening

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Chapter 1: This can't be happening

-Previously- [Tribute 9x19]

"Em, how much longer do you have?" Hotch asked her, they had come back from the restaurant Penelope had dragged them about an hour ago and they were lying on their bed, their hearts had just came back to their normal pace but they still hadn't moved under the covers. He felt her smile against his chest and placed a soft kiss on his heart "I've got a day." She looked up at him to see a smile grazing his lips, reaching his eyes, getting his dimples to appear. Emily stretched her neck and kissed his cheek causing his smile to widen even more. "You truly are the second most gorgeous person I've seen." She tells him and an adorable look of confusion crossed his face. "Second? Who's the first?" she got up and placed her hands on his chest "Well my fiancé, remember? I'm engaged to your son!" Hotch laughed when he remembered the crush Jack used to have on Emily when he first met her, before he and Haley went to protective custody "Oh dear, my own son!" he raised his right hand to mockingly cover his eyes and pulled her closer with his left. Her laugh made his heart skip a beat or two and she poked his rips causing him to gasp. "Relax Scarlet O'Hara, give it a couple of years and your son will probably break off the engagement himself." She joked and he gave her a crocked smile, without raising his arm from his eyes. "Seriously?" Emily turns smiles back and forms a plan. Before he can react she straddles his waist and pins his hands to the mattress "I'm impressed, that was fast!" he tells her and they both know that he can break out if he wants. "Well thank you Agent Hotchner!" she leans and kisses him on the lips, but before he can deepen the kiss she pulls back. "What was that for?" he protests and the smile of her face widens even more, she laughs throwing her head back and his smile drops as he watches her, he thinks that she really is the most magnificent woman he had seen, but he didn't know how to tell her, because words weren't even close enough to describe her. She stops laughing and leans her head down, her body is pressed against his and her lips are next to his ear, she chose to ignore the fact that his smile was gone, or the look of slight sadness that lingered in his eyes, "You didn't ask me the most important question of ours." She whispers and fells him freeze beneath her. Something clicks in his brain and raises his hand to her face; his palms cup her cheeks and turn her head to face him. Their eyes link for a moment, but he stays silent, looking at her like he can see straight into her soul, her heart, her head and almost, almost wishes he could. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes; the scent of vanilla still lingers on her skin, now mixed with the scent of their sweat. It's a scent so unique, so different and yet so familiar. How could he breath without it, was still a mystery to him.

"Em, sweetheart, will you come home?" the smile on her face softened, the lines appearing around her face smoothed and something in her eyes sparkled, he felt butterflies in his stomach again, after a really long time (exactly six years) and he knew he fell in love with her all over again, even harder than before, deeper than before, with absolutely no way out. If she leaves him now, he will die…

"Yes."

Emily woke up and looked around her, the room was cold, the bed empty and she was confused, she was in Aaron's arms, she could smell his skin feel his heart beat hard against his ribcage, she could feel the thin scars on his chest as she traced her hand around playing with the soft hair she found here and there, counting his ribs with her fingers, but the bed was empty and the sheets red… the sheets were red? After she gives another look around, she sees the packed boxes around her, the dark blue walls, the London skyline from her window and drops her head back down the pillows. She had dreamed again of their last night together, she wanted to scream, she should be back to the States here and a week but she had to stay in London instead till all her affairs were in order. She cursed her director to Mars and back, she knew full well that he was stalling her return to the FBI hoping that she'll change her mind using the only weapon he had, her loyalty to her Unit and obligation, damn Aaron and his lessons about loyalty!, she was at her wits end right now. She just needed to go home, she missed everyone, if Cruz had called her to tell her everything with her transfer was complete she would have left already, obligation and duties be damned. She would have dropped the load to Clyde and be on the next flight over, after all she was staying on a curtsey here. She got up from the bed and looked at the clock next to her bed, it read 5:00 AM, she wanted to call Aaron, hear his voice, even if it was over the phone, she took the cell in her hand but realized that it was probably around midnight already in D.C. and put it back. She had to get up and start getting ready for work, she was determined that by tomorrow tops she will finish everything with Interpol and by the next week she'll be back in the states, she's had enough.

She was taking a late (really late) lunch break when her phone rang. Her heart beat faster 'Please be either Cruz telling me that the transfer was ready or Aaron.' All day, all freaking day she had the worst feeling in her gut telling her that something was wrong, all day she tried to remember the last time she had that feeling… yeah, a year ago when Aaron was ambushed by an UnSub, Peter Lewis, well that had gone well… he was an emotional wreck for days after. So much that she took Jack on a trip to London to give him time to recover. She'll never thank the Gods enough for the boy's good and trusting nature.

"Prentiss, give some good news!"

"Emily… it's…Oh God… it's Pen." Her smile fell when she heard Penelope sobbing on the other end of the line. Her mind working hard trying to remember the last time she heard her crying that much while calling her… when was it? All that came to her head was when she called her telling her that Derek was kidnapped.

"Pen? What's wrong?" Pen's sobs got harder on the other side and so did her worry 'God please don't let anyone be hurt, no… no please god no!'

"It's… it's…oh Emily it's so bad…Emily…"

"Penelope! Who is it!" Emily used the best "Hotch" tone she had in her trying to get the woman on the other end of the line to focus.

"Oh Emily it's Hotch!" Emily felt the world spinning around her, everything kinda blurred together.

"Aaron? What… what happened, did he get shot; please tell me he didn't get shot. Pen… please tell me my husband is not dying!" she felt tears filling her eyes, some maybe fell too but she didn't care. The rest of the officers in the cafeteria were starring at her intrigued, they never had seen Officer Emily Prentiss lose control and cry in public, they had seen her angry every once in a blue moon, but sad? No never!

"Em… oh Em, I wish it was that simple as getting shot… he was arrested… for conspiracy to commit treason and terrorism, Emily they think he is a home grown terrorist!"

"Pen, this isn't a joke, what do you mean he was arrested? It's…" her chest was constricting her lungs making breathing difficult for her, she started gasping and almost dropped the phone, Penelope was right… so right… she wished it was something as simple as getting shot… "Is it real?" she asks one last time, her brain refusing to believe what she heard. Her husband, her straight laced, loyal, trustworthy, honorable husband arrested for conspiracy to commit treason and as a suspected terrorist? Who the hell thought that was even possible?

"I wish it was a joke Em. We need you here, please come back… Jack is crying and I… oh god, neither me, nor JJ can calm him; he cries asks for his dad. I… I need to go to work but he doesn't even want to see the FBI building, he hates us now. He thinks we are responsible for his dad getting arrested too, because in his eyes we are FBI too so we must have something to do with Hotch getting arrested… these bastards arrested him in his house… in front of Jack and Henry… those poor kids will have nightmares for…oh god, please Emily I don't know what to do, Jack looked himself to the bathroom, he won't talk to me, Henry hasn't stopped crying since JJ brought him home… he only talked to Jack and neither is even looking at me… what will I do?" her words were coming in short gasps, her tears chocking her, sobs filling her ears, all other sounds completely muffled.

"PG, listen, go to the bathroom door, and put the phone on speaker, I'll talk to Jack." Garcia cried a soft ok and heard her sniffing a couple of times before she heard her getting up and walking.

"Jack, honey, can you come to the door" a sob left her lips as she tried to coax the boy to the door.

"No! go away!" the sound of Jack's muffled voice from the other side of the door, filled with tears shattered her, "Pen, just put the phone on speaker and leave it by the door. It'll be ok" she didn't know who she was saying it for, but she did.

"K, thanks" Emily heard the sound of the phone touching the floor and took a deep breath.

"Jack? Baby, it's Emmy, can you please knock the door twice if you can hear me? You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to I just want to know if you're alright." She tried to soften her voice as much as she could. Tried to shut out all the prying looks and whispers about her life. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard two soft knocks on the door. "Oh thank god. Now listen to me baby, I want you to be strong for me ok, and I'll try to be in D.C. I need to talk to my boss baby and if I can get the jet I'll be there in about six hours, otherwise it might take me a bit longer, so I need you to be good for Penelope, Henry too. Baby, I know you are feeling betrayed by the FBI for arresting your dad, but the team is not responsible for that. You hear me? They love you and they love your dad, we are all a family, so honey please don't take it out on your aunts and uncles, don't worry aunt Penelope any more ok. Come out of the bathroom and please eat something, maybe get some sleep?" she heard Jack's soft cries, muffled by the door. "But Emmy, they got daddy, they arrested him, broke down our door and got him to kneel like he was the bad guy!" Emily drew in a deep breath; the boy's voice was broken, filled with tears and so much more sorrow than a boy his age should have.

"I know baby, I do, I wasn't there, but trust me I know, and I feel betrayed by the FBI for not knowing that your dad could never do such thing, I am, but I also trust our family and I know that if anyone can prove that your dad is innocent that's them. But no one can consecrate if you and Henry aren't well, and I'm sure your dad doesn't want that. Jack, no matter what I want you to know that your daddy loves you more than anything in the whole world and I don't want you to remember him on his knees, because he is not a criminal, remember him like he was in Hank's christening, remember, he was smiling so wide at the picture you sent me, and he looked so happy. Or remember how he looked when uncle Derek and aunt Savannah got married, or how he looked when aunt JJ and uncle Will got married, do you remember how happy he was, how bright his smile was, how he twirled you around and you laughed so, so hard. Remember him as he is when he wakes up, ruffled hair, a big smiled on his face, bare feet as he chases you around the house. Or how he looked when we dropped him into Uncle Dave's pool, do you remember that baby? Or when… when we woke him up that morning, when it snowed, back in 2009, it was March and there was so much snow, remember buddy, you spent the night with us and we stuffed snow down his pajama shirt, remember how loud he squealed, we played in the snow the whole day, you two had made me feel so much better. Don't remember him on his knees, like a bad guy, till your dad is back, remember him like I told you. Remember his arms hugging you, his hands tickling your sides till happy tears roll down your face, can you do this for me buddy?" Emily's tears were running down her cheeks freely now, everyone in the cafeteria, who was previously starring, had now turned away, feeling pervert-y peaking in to so intimate and personal times, she closed her eyes, trying to remember Aaron like she told Jack to and not on his knees, with his hands on his head, getting cuffed like a common criminal, like their next UnSub, but she couldn't, an image she hadn't seen plagued her mind's eyes.

"Yes Emmy, I can do that. Do you think I'll see my daddy soon again?" his voice was wavering and Emily could almost hear the shivers rocking the small body of the bay she came to love like her own son.

"I know you will baby, I'll make sure you see your daddy again, and he will be a free man." She made the promise to Jack and to herself this moment, trying to ease the guilt in her gut, and the voice, that freaking nagging voice in her head 'If only you never left, you could be there for both of them now. You would be able to comfort Jack and Penelope wouldn't have to hear him crying locked in her bathroom, and Aaron probably wouldn't have been arrested. It's all your fault' 'It's your fault, your fault, your fault, your fault, your fault, all your fault.'

"Emmy, can you please not leave again? Bad things happen when you are not here." Emily swallowed a sob with difficulty, she knew she had to answer to the boy, but his simple innocent comment didn't help the guilt she was feeling at all "Daddy is always sad when you are not with us. Please don't go away again."

"I won't baby, I'm coming back and I'm never leaving again, I'll have to travel for work with daddy but we'll always come back home, ok. Always." She knew that was a promise she couldn't keep. She knew that their job was dangerous and that it was more than possible one of them, if not both of them to not come home.

"I don't want either you or daddy to go work for the FBI again. I don't trust them anymore, if the FBI arrested my daddy then they are not the good guys," Emily found herself agreeing with the ten year old boy and at the same time more tears filled her eyes, Jack always saw his dad and the team as some sort of superheroes, and the FBI was something like SHIELD to him, or maybe the Avengers. He always was in awe when he walked into the FBI HQ in Quantico as if he was stepping in a hellicarier, the day he did his homework on his dad's big agent office, sitting on his chair, using his desk was always in his top ten most favorite days. He always wanted to be an FBI agent just like his daddy, help people like his daddy, that Halloween he was dressed like Aaron, swelled like peacock when Aaron clipped on his tinny waist his empty holster and fixed his tie to match his own, or especially when he gave him his badge and his ID. She felt like crying when she heard the little boy telling his dad that he was him. Jack always wanted to come to Quantico for career day and as long as they didn't have a case he was, Aaron had even started bringing him to work when once a year they had Bring-Your-Kids-To-Work days. He was so happy when Penelope had given him his very own FBI badge and ID card. Emily at first had no clue how she pulled it off but when she learned about Rossi and Strauss along with a muffled conversation between "John" and Dave a couple days after confirmed her suspicion that the older man had something to do with getting Jack and Henry their very own FBI IDs and badges. After all those two were their very own BAU babies.

So to hear Jack now tell her how he doesn't trust the FBI has breaking her heart more than she thought it might. "Oh baby, we'll talk about it better when I'm there, and your dad is there too. I promise you that neither me, nor your dad are going to do anything without talking to you first, is that alright?"

"Yeah."

"But I also want you to know that sometimes, the FBI doesn't have the power to stop some things. Some times when someone is suspected to have broken the rules, even if it's not true they have to arrest them, daddy and I had to do it in the past too, but those people always, and I mean it Jack ALWAYS went home to their families afterwards. So will daddy." 'Why, why would you do that? Why would you break the dream that the FBI was never wrong?' 'Well those dump shits have done well enough on their own!' She heard two voices in her head arguing, it was as if the little angel and the little devil in her head were fighting, she felt like she was going crazy.

"I have to go now baby, will you please do me a favor and do what I told you, please? It's not aunt Penelope's fault what happened." She realized that Pen's cries could still be heard through the phone and guessed she never really left the room, she also realized that her dear friend had probably heard the whole conversation too.

"Alright Emmy." The lock turned after that and she heard Jack's voice "I unlocked the door Aunt Penny. I'm sorry I was mean to you."

"Oh, my little G-Man don't worry, it's ok now, I get it… you are worried about your daddy, so am I, but if you and Henry give me a couple of big hugs maybe I'll feel better." Emily listened silently at the exchange between Jack and Pen, not even breathing out of fear of breaking the spell of the moment , a minute or so after she heard the door opening and someone picking the phone up "Emmy, I'm going to give Aunt Penny a hug now, when will you be here?" Emily snapped out of the haze she had fallen and looked around her, she was still in the cafeteria, still in the table farthest away from the rest. "I'm leaving to find my boss now baby. I'll call you as soon as I board the plane, ok?" she heard a small thump and guessed that Pen and Jack fell on the couch.

"We'll wait for you Em, right Jack?" Pen's voice still held tears and Emily knew as well as the technical analyst did that this wasn't going to change anytime soon. "Yeah, hurry Emmy!"

"I will" and with that she discontinued the call. She gathered her things leaving a couple of bills on the table, probably a few too many and leaving the cafeteria for the last time.

Emily was walking as fast as her legs could carry her and almost flew her way to the director's office Robert Abernathy was a tall lean man, his once thick black hair were now sprinkled with grays and started to thinning out with the stresses of the job.

"Officer Prentiss! I just got a called from Section Chief Cruz, requesting your immediate transfer back to the Bureau's assets I was just about to call you." He leaned back to his chair and she felt a knot in her stomach, Cruz had called her boss, things were really bad then.

"Yes sir I got a call from my stepson too, there is a family emergency at home, regarding my husband and I need to be there immediately, I am thankful for the opportunity Interpol gave me but my place right now is with the BAU", she carefully chose her words since it was hard to her that she had ANY kind of obligation to the FBI, other than the BAU.

"Yes I know Emily, Matt gave me a personal call, I've known the man for years and he explained to me the situation, and I do agree with him, the BAU does need you to help them prove your husband's innocence." Emily's eyes widened at the words leaving her director's mouth. She knew, she had gotten that so far, Cruz was far, far different from Strauss, he was so much more fiercefully loyal to the BAU than Erin Strauss ever was, maybe it was because of his friendship with JJ or because he truly liked them, or because of gratitude for saving his life, she didn't knew, didn't care to know either. She was thankful for his support, both of their supports.

"Then I'm sure you understand that I need to leave for the states immediately" she stressed the word immediately hoping he'll understand, please make him understand!

"Well you are extremely lucky Officer, excuse me Agent Prentiss because our new jet a Gulfstream G650 has just arrived and I am needed for an emergency in D.C. I don't think the pilot will mind another passenger, and I heard that it's extremely fast little plane. We are leaving in half an hour exactly."

Emily walked into her apartment hastily packing as many of her clothes as she could in a suitcase; her go bag was already prepared, always prepared, but she wanted to have as many clothes as she could, she wasn't coming back to her apartment, Clyde was more than capable of actually packing what she left and arranging for everything to be shipped to D.C. she closed the suitcase and grabbed the photo album from her nightstand, threw her bag on her shoulder and locked the door to her former apartment not looking back once.

She made it to the airstrip as fast as she could, pretty sure that she had broken a few speed limits, for sure. But she made it. It was 16:57 she made it with three minutes to spare. That's all that mattered, she took her things, locked the car in the parking lot and run to the new jet waiting there. For once she didn't care about keeping appearances and actually run down the strip and up the stairs.

"Glad you made it Agent Prentiss." Director Abernathy was sitting towards the back of the plane in one of the twin seats and she took the one across from him, "you look exhausted Emily. Maybe you should take one of the couches and grab some hours of sleep." Emily turned her head and noticed the two suede gray couches between the twin seats and the single ones on the front of the plane. The offer was tempting, too tempting but she had to decline "Thank you sir but maybe later." She took out her cell phone and found Pen's number pressing call "Excuse me for a moment" she got up from her seat and walked to the front "Garcia" Emily's breath got caught in her throat when she heard Pen's plain answer.

"Pen, it's me, I just got on the jet, we'll be in D.C. in about six hours, I'll call when I land, is Jack ok?"

"Oh, Em, yeah, he and Henry exhausted themselves, the poor guys are sleeping I'll get him to call you as soon as he wakes up, is that ok?" Emily smiled, lowering her head to hide it from the director. "Sure, tell him I love him, Henry too. Let him know everything will be ok."

"Sure'll do." Penelope hanged up the phone and Emily put hers back in her pocket walking back to the back of the plane.

"Is your stepson alright?" Emily was taken aback by his answer, she knew the director for almost four years now, him being promoted around the same time, although he was always kind and fair to her he never really indulged in personal conversations " I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable Emily, I just… well we have five and half hours in front of us, I've seen you in the office you are driven, loyal, bright, I can only guess that your family has something to with this strength but as your director I couldn't satisfy my inner profiler and get to know you or your family, now though you are just a former Interpol officer and a future FBI agent, I am just talking to a friend, or at least I can hope I can call you that." Emily let a small smile appear on her lips that barely touched her troubled dark eyes, "You sure can sir"

"If we are friends Emily you can call me Robert."

A/N: Did you like it? It was just such a nagging idea that got stuck with me when I watched the promo of the next episode; I just HAD to write it. I hope you like chapter 1, I'll try and update as soon as I can, please let me know what you're thinking and if you'd like to read the next chapter.

Till next time, Bye!

OHHH Here is a little sneak peak! [Because I'm nice like thatJ]

Next…

Emily and Robert stayed in silence for the next three hours of their flight, she was preoccupied with the album she had snatched from her apartment and he was reading a thick file in front of him, the silence between them was light, easy, nothing awkward or uncomfortable.

They both jumped when two hours into the flight Emily's phone ringed.