The day passed comfortably between the two agents. They watched movies and talked about random things, while Hotch tried his hardest to keep Emily's mind off of everything. By time the fifth movie was over Emily found herself leaning against Hotch, with her head placed gently on his shoulder.

Hotch tried his best to focus on the movie playing in front of him, but he noticed that he was clenching and unclenching his hands as Emily rested against him. Getting her to sleep in his bed earlier that morning didn't do anything but intensify his feelings for her. As he tried desperately to ignore the strawberry scent that was invading his senses he couldn't help but glance down at her out of the corner of his eye. He knew he would do anything for her. If that meant that he had to track down Arnold on his own that is what he would do. If she asked him for anything in this moment, he would give it to her.

Hotch knew that staying with him and Jack wasn't exactly what Emily wanted to do. She hated not being in control and he understood that. If someone had tried to make him live somewhere else while Foyet was roaming around, he would have fought them tooth and nail. But here Emily was on the third day since all this began and he had no doubt in his mind that this wasn't where she wanted to be. He definitely couldn't blame her.

Finally her soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Do you want some popcorn?" she whispered lightly.

"I'd love some, but I'll get it, you just sit here and watch the movie," he said as he started to get up, but was shoved back down as Emily stood up.

"You sit and I'll get the popcorn Hotch. I wouldn't have asked if you wanted some if I didn't plan on getting it for us," she said with a smile as she disappeared into the kitchen to start some popcorn. Shoving the bag into the microwave, Emily leaned against the counter and took a deep breath.

Her mind was racing with where Arnold could be. Was he coming after her or was it just a coincidence that he escaped and left her picture behind? And how much longer was she supposed to stay here? Her heart began to race as she thought about Hotch. She was already getting way to close to him, and if they continued the way they were where was it going to lead them? Were they both willing to go down that road? Emily rubbed her palms against her pants to remove the sweat that was forming there. She grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet and dumped the warm popcorn into it and quickly sprinkled some salt over top. She ran a hand through her dark hair and took another deep breath before making her way back to the living room where Hotch was patiently waiting in the dark for her to return.

Emily sat back down on the couch next to Hotch and placed the popcorn in his lap. "Thanks," he mumbled as his gaze stayed fixated on the screen as he felt Emily snuggle back up against him. They both reached into the bowl at the same time and blushed as their hands collided. Emily thanked herself silently for turning off the light earlier that night.

The credits finally rolled and Emily pulled away from Hotch and stretched. "Do you want to watch another one or—"

"Do you want to talk about what we're going to do?" Hotch asked quickly, cutting Emily off in the process.

"About what?" Emily had to ask because she wasn't sure if he was talking about Arnold or if he was talking about the two of them.

"Arnold," he said simply.

Emily nodded her head then stood up. "I'm going to go get ready for bed and then we'll talk, okay?"

Hotch stood up with her and headed back towards his room. "When you're done, come on in. It'll be more comfortable to talk in here," he told her as he walked away and shut the door behind him so he could quickly change.

Emily grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a tank top and changed then glanced at herself in the mirror. She ran a brush through her hair and finally agreed that she looked presentable, and she made her way to Hotch's room.

"Come on in," Hotch said as he sat against his headboard in sweat pants and a t-shirt looking relaxed. Emily couldn't help but smile at the man before her slightly as she took a seat at the bottom of the bed and faced him.

"So what are we going to do about this?"

Hotch sighed and ran a hand over his face. "We have to go to work tomorrow, and maybe we'll be able to look up some things on Arnold ourselves instead of waiting for Morgan and Garcia to share information with us." Emily nodded her head. "I just want to find something that will hopefully set us in the right direction."

"I hope that to," she agreed. "I just want all of this to be over."

She watched as he moved to the edge of the bed and wondered for a second if he was going to get up and leave but he stayed there. Emily lounged across Hotch's bed comfortably while Hotch sat on the edge gazing intensely down at her. "You know I realize that you aren't happy about any of this, and there are a million other places you would rather be, but I just wanted to tell you that you are handling all of this very well."

Emily placed her head on top of her hand. "Thanks," she shrugged slightly. "I figured there's no point in complaining right? And that's not true, there aren't a million other places I'd rather be, just one," she smiled. "Which leads me to my question. Would it kill you to stay at my place once in a while? I miss it," she laughed softly.

Hotch stood up quickly which startled the woman relaxing on his bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Put on your shoes."

Emily sat up and arched an eyebrow, completely confused by his request. "What's going on?"

"Put on your shoes, we're going to your place," he informed her.

Hotch started to walk past the bed, but halted when Emily's slender fingers wrapped around his wrist. "Hotch, I didn't mean let's go now. We can go tomorrow."

"You want to go to your place, so why not go tonight?" he questioned her as he thought to himself that if they were going to leave his apartment traveling at night would probably be the best option.

"It's 11:30, we're already ready for bed, there's no point in leaving tonight, so take off your shoes and sit back down."

"If you insist," Hotch said as he kicked his shoes back off and sat back against the headboard Indian style. Emily flipped over onto her back and stretched. Hotch couldn't help but watch her movements. The way her toned arms reached above her head, the way her back arched slightly dragging the hem of her shirt up exposing some smooth pale skin to his wandering eyes. Her legs tensed up as her stretching came to an end. She turned her head and blushed slightly as she saw the look in his eyes.

"I do have another question," she mumbled.

"Which is?"

"How long is this supposed to go on for? What if no one ever finds him or he never makes a move? Am I supposed to stay here forever?"

Hotch shook his head. "No, of course not, we'll be staying at your place as well," he deadpanned.

Emily slapped his leg lightly. "Shut up. Not what I meant and you know it."

"We will find him Emily before he can make a move. You won't be stuck here forever."

"You don't know that," she whispered. Before Hotch could respond Emily sat up quickly. "Well, I'm going to go to bed. I'm pretty tired."

Hotch nodded his head. "I'll see you in the morning. Good night Emily."

"Night," she said with a small smile and wave as she headed out of his room and into her temporary suite to get some rest.