Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, Although I wish I did.

This is my first fanfic, so I hope you will be gentle.

Wow! I'm overwhelmed by the response to this story! Thank you all for your wonderful praise. I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations.

Chapter 2

Garcia lept up from her chair, furious "I can't believe them!" Stopping mid-stride she turned and looked straight into the camera. "Confrence Room Now Boys!"

"Think they're already in there?" J.J. asked amused dispite herself.

"Of course, they may be complete and total jerks right now, but not one of them is stupid, despite all evidence to the contrary." Garcia muttered the last part under her breath.

"Let's go, I want to finish this before Emily finds out" J.J. said, feeling angry for her friend.

"Oh no, Emily... Gumdrop... she..." Garcia paled, worried about how Emily would take this.

"Emily, will be fine, Pen. We'll make sure of that, and if those four know what's good for them, they'll keep they're mouths shut." J.J. stated more confidently than she felt.

"Damn right they will, or they'll be sorry!" The quirky tech added, all her mama bear instincts raised, along with her hackles.

Hotch's Office:

"I told you this was a bad idea!" Hotch hissed to his cohorts.

"I think we should go to the conference room," Reid stuttered.

Derick and Dave nodded guiltly.

"Don't think I've ever heard kitten so mad," Dave said uneasily.

"This is not gonna be good! J.J. and baby girl both pissed at us, nothing good is come from this." Morgan muttered under his breath, trying to remember why he had thought this was a good idea.

They all shuffled guiltly in to the conference room to await their doom.

BAU Conference Room:

The four men waited for J.J. and Garcia, all lost in thought.

For Hotch, as guilty as he felt about what they had done, he was also estatic. Emily, his Emily, was in love with him. He felt like jumping up and down. He knew he'd have to take his punishment for what just happened, but after hearing that Emily loved him, he couldn't find it in himself to care. He sat waiting for the girls with a smile on his face,

Spencer Reid, on the other hand was scared to death. "Why hadn't he just left it alone," he bemoaned. J.J. and Garcia were going to kill them. He shifted in his chair again, berating himself.

Dave Rossi, had faced many things in his career, but none had scared him as much as the thought of the two pissed off women headed their way. Glancing at Aaron, he saw the small smile on his face. "Well at least one good thing came out of this, Aaron and Emily, could finally be together. Dispite his sense of fear for what was coming, he was happy for his old friend, and the woman he considered his daughter.

Derick Morgan, sat in his chair, cursing himself and his three friends. His baby girl, was not to be messed with, and he knew she was gonna be out for blood. Add in J.J., and he knew they were screwed. He just hoped they let them keep their balls.

J.J. and Garcia, walked into the room glaring at it's occupants. All four men, looked down at the table ashamed.

"Well, Do you have something to say for yourself?" asked J.J. angerly.

"We're sorry!," Reid squeaked out shakily.

"Sorry, you're sorry?" Garcia shouted, "Sorry is the least you should be!"

"I can't believe you guys would stoop that low. Spying, and eavesdropping on us. I am so mad at you guys right now!" J.J. chimmed in, her anger rising. "You should be ashamed of yourselves right now. You had no right! Emily would be horrified if she knew you overheard our conversation." By the end J.J.'s voice had risen to match her anger.

A panicked gasp sounded in the room, everyone turn to see a pale, shaken Emily in the doorway. She looked wildly around the room, before turning and walking quickly away.

"Oh crap! Now what do we do?" Morgan asked.

"Emily!"

Garcia shouted, "Wait," both her and J.J. running to catch up to the fleeing brunette.

Emily, turned panting. "They all heard everything, oh God, how can I ever face any of them again." J.J.'s heart was breaking for her friend, "Em, it's going to be okay.."

"Hah!, Okay J.J., it's never going to be okay. This is... I ..." Emily paused, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She thought she had known what hurt was before, but nothing had ever come close to the pain slicing through her right now.

"They're never going to let this go. Christ, how stupid can I be. What a cliche... Woman falls for her boss, and makes a complete fool out of herself." Emily snorted disparagingly to herself.

"Emily, stop this is not your fault!" Garcia said, trying to calm her badly shaken friend. "I swear, when I get my hands on those four they're gonna wish they never met me!"

J.J. tried to comfort her friend. "Emily, have you ever considered, that maybe Hotch feels the same way. I saw his face, he was shocked yes, but he also looked like...This could be your chance to..."

Emily cut her off. "J.J., ...stop it. Just… stop it... please stop talking about Hotch. You're wrong. I'm his subordinate, nothing more. I've been working with him for six years now, if the man wanted me like you and Garcia think he does, he'd have done something by now. But he hasn't and won't, he doesn't think about me that way, and in any event, he knows all too well I'm damaged goods. Oh..God, now he knows how I feel about him. How pathetic am I?" Emily paled, embarressment and horror etched on her face. "I have to go," Emily turned, walked quickly away, much to J.J. and Garcia's dismay. They tried to stop her, but Emily just kept going.

Unknown to the three woman, Hotch had followed them, once again eavesdropping on their conversation. He couldn't believe what he overheard.

Hotch was horrified. She thought he didn't want her. What bothered him more was the way Emily referred to herself. Damaged goods, pathetic, stupid. She was a stunningly beautiful, brilliant, accomplished woman who thought she was a loser. And he'd had no small part in making her think any different, since he never took the time to tell her otherwise. The longer he thought about it, the more convinced he became that he was even more of a jackass than the guys she had dated, he knew how special she was and he still didn't give her the respect and care she deserved. What did he do, he started dating a woman he didn't even like, to deny the way he felt about Emily.

"God!" he thought to himself, "what do I do now?"

Hotch decided, he was going to tell her, he had to tell her how he felt. He went down to his car, determined to talk to Emily. He drove to her new apartment, giving a sigh of relief, when he saw her car parked in her space. He had called her cell, on the way to her place but she hadn't answered. She'd just have to listen to what he had to say, he would make her listen. He made his way up to her door, and knocked.

I know, I suck for ending it there. I hope you liked it, let me know what you think.