The next few days passed without either agent mentioning the kiss that they shared. It was on both of their minds but neither wanted to be the first one to bring it up. Although Hotch did manage to cheer her up a bit with the dancing, the fact that she was still stuck inside except to go to work bothered Emily to no end.

"Shoot," Emily mumbled from the passenger's seat of Hotch's car one morning. "I forgot the Jacob file. I'll be right back," she blurted out as she exited the car.

Hotch watched her enter the building and he sat back and waited.

Emily took the stairs and quickly put the key in the lock. She sprinted down to her room, snatched the file off her bed and quickly made her way towards the living room. She turned the corner and gasped out loud.

"Well hello Emily Prentiss," a deep voice whispered.

Emily unconsciously backed up into the wall. Why didn't she have Hotch come up with her? How was she supposed to tell him that she wasn't alone? She silently cursed herself for not grabbing her gun out of her bag. Great day to not have that on you, she thought to herself.

"You are a hard person to find Emily. I went to your place and I waited and I waited thinking you were away and imagine my surprise when I saw you arrive to grab clothes with none other than Aaron Hotchner." Taking a deep breath he continued, "You know I thought I saw a spark between you two when I first met you, but I brushed it off as nothing, but now I see that I was right all along."

"There's nothing going on between us," Emily stated firmly.

"Do you know," he continued like she didn't say anything, "how often I thought about you? How much I longed to see you other than in my memories and the picture I got?" Karl took another deep breath and took a step closer. "And I picked a great day to come see you Emily."

"Why is that?" she asked unsure of whether she even wanted to know the answer or not.

"You're wearing a skirt." Karl slid his hand down his chest, "I like to think that you wore it for me, like you sensed I was coming."

"You're sick and you need help."

"Well you're going to help me with that," he whispered as he lunged towards her and slammed her head forcefully against the wall. Emily didn't have time to react before she was on the ground with Arnold on top of her. Kicking with all her might Emily finally got free. Emily headed for the door but was slammed up against it then dragged down onto the floor again. Punching Karl in the face with all she had, she had managed to throw him off for a second before he recovered.

He grasped a fist full of her hair in his hand, raised her head and slammed it back down onto the floor. Emily let out a loud cry of pain as Karl repeated the action. Grasping her hands in his he raised them above her head. Bending down to be face to face with Emily he whispered softly, "why are you making me hurt you? You're too beautiful for that."

"Get off of me!" she screamed.

Karl smirked as he watched and felt Emily continue to squirm underneath him. "I should have known you'd be a fighter. I like it," he smirked as he bent down and ran his tongue up the length of her face. Emily had to bite back the urge to throw up.

Emily let out another loud scream which caused Karl to release her wrists as he struggled to place his hand over her mouth. Taking this move as a chance of opportunity, Emily balled her fists up as she punched him in the nose twice then went for his cheek which caused him to release her completely.

"You bitch," he groaned.

Emily got to her feet only to be brought back down to her knees as his hand shot out and grabbed her ankle. Kicking fiercely Emily made contact with Arnolds shoulder and face again.

Karl grabbed a hold of both of her legs and dragged her closer to him while Emily yelled. Emily reached for the leg of the dining room table but it was just out of reach. Restraining her arms behind her back with one hand Karl let his other hand travel up her long pale legs which he now encased in his own.

"Don't do this Karl. Please," she begged.

He tilted his head to the side. "Are you saying you don't want me?" he wondered out loud as he ripped her skirt.

Shaking her head violently Emily replied, "No, I don't want you and you don't really want me. You think you do but you don't. So don't do this!"

Pulling on her wrists even more which caused another cry to leave her lips he bent farther down. "Hearing those noises leave your lips makes me think differently." He continued his slow journey up her skirt. "You smell even better than I remember. You are so beautiful. Has Aaron ever touched you like this?" he asked.

Emily struggled against both of his hands and she prayed Karl would stop but knew he wouldn't. Just as his hands reached the middle of her thighs Hotch's door flew open. Emily let out a sigh of relief. Thank God, she thought to herself.

"Get off of her Arnold!" Hotch yelled as his gun stayed fixated on his back.

He let out a snarky laugh, "Did you come to watch or did you come to join in?"

"Get. Off. Of. Her!" he repeated slowly with venom lacing his voice.

Releasing her Karl turned to face Hotch as he stood up. "What is she your possession?"

"No, but she's not yours either."

"Pity don't you think? She's so beautiful. I don't know how you work with her and you don't think about bending her over your desk and doing things to her." Karl laughed as he watched Hotch's face change. "Oh never mind, I see that you have had those thoughts. Good for you. Now if you don't mind leaving I'd like to act on those images running through my head," he told the agent.

"Never going to happen. You're going back to jail."

Before he could respond Emily kicked the back of his knees and he dropped quickly. She pulled his hair and he was flat out on his back. She straddled his lap, ignoring Hotch calling her name in surprise. Emily gripped his hair and repeated the action he did to her earlier to his head.

"How do you like it asshole? Huh? Doesn't feel good does it?" She arched her arm back and punched him in the face. Breathing heavily Emily stood up and began to walk away before she heard Karl laughing from his spot on the floor. Turning back to face him she glared.

"I bet you're an animal in bed Emily Prentiss! I'd kill for the chance to experience that."

"Well you're going back to jail so I guess you won't get that chance," she snarled.

"I escaped once, do you think I won't again?" he laughed in disbelief.

Emily grabbed the gun out of Hotch's hand before he could react. Aiming the gun directly at his chest her finger inched towards the trigger.

"Emily no!" Hotch yelled as he placed his hand over hers. "Don't do this," he whispered into her ear, "He's not worth it." Arnold laughed at the exchange between the two agents.

Emily reluctantly put the gun down and handed it back to Hotch. She walked closer to Karl and stood at his feet. She slowly kicked his legs apart and stood between them.

Wiggling a bit Karl smirked. "Does this mean I'm going to get a piece of you?" he chuckled.

"Oh yeah baby," she winked. Without a second thought Emily swung her leg back and kicked him hard with all she had right between his legs.

A loud cry of pain echoed around the room. "Jesus Christ," he screamed.

"Whoopsie!" Emily gasped as she did it again.

"Bitch," he moaned.

"I guess you won't be using that part for a while," she laughed. Straddling him again she leaned down and smiled as she watched Karl struggle not to cry. "Some advise for you asshole. If you ever touch me again, look at me or think about me, I swear to you I won't second guess putting a bullet in your head. When you go back to jail this time I suggest you stay there you sorry piece of shit," she growled out as she applied two more punched to his face.

Emily stood up and walked towards the door. "He's all yours," she mumbled to Hotch as she turned the knob and quickly slipped out before Hotch could stop her.