A/N: This is a longer chapter than the last. The BIG DAY! It feels weird marrying Emily off to someone else but believe me… it'll all work out in the end. Remember this is supposed to be angst-filled.

Remember to R&R

DISCLAIMER: Still haven't hit the jackpot therefore don't own CM.

Emily looked down at her dress nervously. It was today. She kept thinking this was crazy. She'd only been engaged for two months, but with the help of JJ and Garcia, they'd managed to put together a dream wedding in such a short period. JJ was busy fixing Emily's dress while Garcia fixed Simon's tie. Emily looked at her dad and smiled. "You ready to go honey?" he asked. Emily smiled nervously and nodded. JJ looked over hers and Garcia's dresses before she nodded. "Let's go get you married Miss Prentiss," she said. Emily grinned as they walked towards the path.

It was a beautiful April afternoon, perfect for a wedding in the park. Emily had suggested the idea to Peter and he had found the perfect place. The Palace of Fine Arts in north San Francisco had the beautiful rotunda. Garcia had called up a number of places that were willing to do the decorating. Given it was a small wedding, it was fairly easy to pull off. They set the ceremony for 5:30pm, sunset. The rotunda was decently lit, and the path to the altar was lined with candles.

Simon held Emily's hand as the girls walked down the aisle. Garcia walked down first, followed by JJ. They were met at the altar by Peter's groomsmen, his younger brother, Robbie, and the linebacker for the team, Julian. Emily looked over at her dad, who squeezed her hand as the music started. Emily smiled and looked down the aisle at her soon-to-be husband. Then she took the first step.

Everyone stood as the minister told them. Hotch looked at his feet until he took a deep breath. He looked up the hill and saw Emily making her way down, holding onto her father's arm. She was wearing a floor-length, off-white gown. The bodice clung to her curves and was detailed with tiny beads. The skirt hung from her hips and moved gently in the breeze. She was grinning, ear-to-ear, as she looked down the hill at Peter. Hotch frowned and looked at Peter, the man who had taken the woman he loved. Rossi pat his friend's shoulder, assuringly. Hotch looked at Dave and nodded. Rossi had known about Hotch's feelings for Emily, long before Hotch had known himself. So he understood how difficult this day was going to be. But Dave had promised Emily that he would make sure Hotch came. It meant a lot to her to have her BAU family there and Rossi couldn't deny her.

When Emily and Simon made it to the altar, Peter held out his hand and took Emily's. He smiled at her father before he turned and led her back to the minister. As they read their vows, Hotch couldn't help but think… He should be the one saying these things to her. Promising never to leave her. But he wasn't.

When the minister said those magical words, Emily couldn't help the smile that grew on her face as she leant forward and kissed her husband. It was little more than a chaste kiss, but she could feel the love he had for her. He held his hands on her waist and pulled her close, whispering in her ear, "I love you Mrs. Preston." Emily stood back and smiled, her hands on his hips. "I love you too Mr. Preston." They walked over to the table and Emily sat in the seat. As they signed their names, and took photos, she smiled and laughed. When the photos were taken Peter helped Emily up from her seat and they stood at the front of the aisle. "It is my pleasure to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Peter and Emily Preston," the minister said excitedly, invoking cheers and applause from the guests.

As they walked down the steps to greet their families, Hotch excused himself. Rossi watched as he walked up the hill, towards the large field. Hotch turned back, seeing that Emily was busy kissing and hugging her new family. Peter's family. He walked along the path, lined with roses, and looked up into the sky. It was beginning to get darker, the sun setting to the west, and Hotch could see the stars. Hotch figured he'd take a walk, settle his frustrations, and try to get himself together before the reception. He knew it was going to be tough, watching everyone celebrate something he had no desire to celebrate. He hadn't realized he'd been gone that long until he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw Morgan and Rossi walking down the path. "Everyone's heading to the reception. The others are taking one car. We'll take the other," Rossi said. Hotch forced a smile and nodded. "Alright. Let's go," Hotch said. Morgan patted his friend's shoulder as they made their way up the path towards the cars.

He was sitting at the team's table, watching JJ and Will and Garcia and Morgan dancing. He watched as Emily danced with her new husband. Husband, he thought to himself, why couldn't it have been me? He slogged back another whiskey, feeling sorry for himself. Rossi looked over at him and shook his head.

A few songs later, while Peter was busy talking to his workmates, Emily wandered over to her team. "Come on Morgan, let's dance," Emily said, holding out her hand. Hotch watched as Morgan jumped from his seat to dance with her. Garcia noticed the look on his face. "C'mon sir. You're the only one who hasn't danced with me yet," she said, picking up his hand and practically dragging him onto the dancefloor. Hotch tried to resist but the three whiskeys on an almost empty stomach prevented his win. He danced with Garcia but couldn't take his eyes off Emily. She was talking and laughing with Morgan as they danced.

Emily put her hand on Morgan's shoulder and smiled. "You did it," he said cheerfully. Emily grinned and nodded. "I know. I still can't believe I'm married," she replied. Morgan chuckled. "Well," he said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek, "As sad as I am to not have you around anymore, I must say you look very happy. And that makes me happy." Emily smiled, trying to suppress the tears. "I said I wasn't going to cry about leaving. So please… say something horrible so I don't fail," she begged. Morgan rubbed her back and smiled. "I'm sorry. I can't say anything bad. You're one of my best friends and I'm gonna miss you," he said. Emily leant her forehead on his and smiled. "I'm gonna miss you too," she said, looking up and pulling him into a hug, tears starting to fall down her face. "You're like my brother. I love you Morgan. And it's gonna suck not having you around to talk with or pay out," she blubbered. Morgan stood back and reached up, wiping the tears from her eyes. He shook his head. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna start. And I'm a man so I can't cry in public," he teased, his eyes beginning to well up. Emily mouthed "sorry," and he chuckled. He pulled her into a tight hug again and whispered in her ear, "It's not goodbye. It's see you soon." Emily nodded and closed her eyes.

As the song changed, Garcia dragged Hotch over to Morgan and Emily. "Ok, swapsies. I want my chocolate Adonis back," she said. Morgan huffed and took her hand. "We'll talk more later," he called out as Garcia dragged him off. Emily waved and smiled, then turned back to look at Hotch. She took a deep breath.

For a moment Hotch and Emily stood there looking at each other. She sighed and started to walk away when he grabbed her hand. "Prentiss wait," he said. Emily turned and winced as he called her that. "Just one dance," he said quietly. Emily wasn't sure what to do. This was the man she had loved for so long. And this was her wedding day… her wedding to someone else. But she went along with it. She reached up and put her hand in his and placed the other on his shoulder. He pulled her tight and looked over her shoulder. After a couple of minutes of silence, the only sounds coming from the song, Emily looked up. Hotch met her eyes. "Prentiss…" his voice trailed off and Emily stood back, dropping his hand. "Hotch, don't. I'm not Prentiss anymore. You don't get to call me that. From now on we're just two people who used to work in the same unit. Nothing more, nothing less. God," she said, exasperatingly, "I can't believe I actually thought I was going to miss you." Her words cut at his heart. "Hotch…" she started, trying to think of the words. But she couldn't. She was tired of loving him. Tired of caring about his feelings. And today, of all days, when she had a man who was in love with her AND willing to tell her as much, she was thinking about Hotch's feelings again? No. Emily shook her head. "Make sure you take your thank-you gift home. There's a little something in your bag for Jack. If you'll excuse me, I have to go check on my husband," she said harshly, before turning and walking away. Hotch stood on the dancefloor and frowned. How could he be so stupid?

Hotch had quickly returned to the table and dropped into his seat. All he wanted to do was tell Emily how much he was going to miss her. How much he was going to miss seeing her everyday, listen to her laughter, be near her. But, just as he couldn't tell her how he truly felt, he couldn't tell her any of that. So instead, he'd called her Prentiss. Idiot. Rossi tapped Hotch's shoulder. "What's say we head out? All we're missing is the garter and the bouquet, neither of which is something we need to see," he said quietly. Hotch nodded. "I'll just go say goodbye to her. Give me a few minutes," Rossi said, before he stood and walked over to Emily. Hotch nodded and watched him walk over to Emily and Peter. He looked down at the table and noticed the small gift bag next to his glass. He picked up the one labeled Aaron Hotchner, and peeked inside. He pulled out the small tag with Jack on it and tugged to get the small gift attached. It was a small keyring with a photo of Jack and Emily attached. Hotch smiled and ran his thumb over the photo. He pulled out a card from the bag and sighed. It was a small note, written in Emily's hand-writing.

Peter and Emily, 10th April, 2010.

Here's a small gift to say thank-you for your love and friendship on this, the day of our wedding. Love, Peter and Emily.

Rossi slowly made his way over to Emily and Peter, chatting with her step-mother and aunt. He tapped her on the shoulder and smiled. When she turned Emily grinned. "Hey Dave," she said, taking his hand. "Hey honey. I was just popping over to say goodbye. I'm getting old and probably need to hit the sack before I hit the floor," he joked. Emily smiled and nodded. She took his arm and pulled him aside, out of earshot from the others. She glanced over at the table and frowned. "I'm going to guess that lie was for the sake of my husband," she said, matter-of-factly. Rossi rolled his eyes and hugged her tight. "I should learn never to lie to a profiler," he teased.

Emily leant her head on his shoulder and felt a tear fall down her face. "It's ok Rossi. Trying to explain to Peter why you and Hotch are leaving so early would end in our first fight as a married couple," she stood back, "I was hoping that could at least wait until the honeymoon." Rossi smiled and reached up to wipe her tear away. "I'm sorry. I'm being such a girl today, with all the goodbyes. Earlier with Morgan. And yesterday afternoon at the comic book store with Reid," she said, rolling her eyes and forcing a smile. Rossi shook his head. "Em, I've got news for you. You are a girl," he joked. Emily smiled and hugged him again. "I'm gonna miss you dad," she said quietly. "I'm gonna miss you too kiddo," he replied. "I'll try and swing a book tour through here soon," he said as they stood back. Emily nodded and wiped her eyes. "Good. And come out for a holiday. We've got plenty of room," she said. Rossi smiled and kissed her cheek. "Be happy Emily," he whispered in her ear. She smiled and nodded. "Goodnight Dave," she said quietly. He gave her one last smile and walked away.

Peter came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. "You ok?" he whispered in her ear. Emily nodded and ran her fingers over his arms as she closed her eyes. "I'm good. Just hate goodbyes," she said quietly as she watched Rossi return to the table. Hotch stood and Rossi pat his shoulder. Emily watched them pick up their jackets from the back of their chairs, farewell the rest of the group, and walk towards the door. Hotch looked back just as Emily closed her eyes again and leant back on Peter's chest. "Bye Emily," he said under his breath.

Emily walked over to the table for her final goodbyes. She'd purposefully left the girls until last, not wanting to ruin their night. Will and Kevin were talking with Morgan over by the coat-check so it was just the three girls. Emily dropped into the chair between her friends and wrapped her arms around their shoulders. The three girls stood together and hugged tight and Emily felt the first sob rip through her. "I'm gonna miss you so much Emily strange," Garcia said through her tears. Emily turned and hugged Penelope. "I'm gonna miss you too hot-stuff," she said. Garcia smiled and leant back. "But we'll see you right? I mean, we'll come to visit, and you'll come to visit. It won't be forever?" she asked. Emily nodded and brushed Garcia's bangs back. "I'll be home for Christmas. And you guys have to come visit for a beach holiday," Emily said. Garcia nodded and they hugged once more. "Oh god, you're not gonna turn into some surfer chick are you?" Garcia teased. Emily laughed and wiped her eyes.

When they pulled back Emily looked at her feet and then over at JJ. JJ just shook her head. "No. I'm not giving you a hug. Cause then I'll cry and then I'll be a mess. And I can't…" Emily cut her off and pulled her tight. JJ tensed up but then she felt herself relax as she wrapped her arms around her friend's waist. "You're like my sister. I can't believe I'm not gonna see you every day," JJ said quietly, feeling the tears begin to fall. Emily nodded and stood back, wiping her eyes. "I know. It's gonna be so weird!" she cried out. "Not to mention how much it's gonna suck," JJ teased. Emily smiled sarcastically. "But you and Will and the boys will come to visit right?" Emily asked. JJ nodded. "Sure. And we'll see you over Christmas and New Years. And you'll have to go to the 49ers games and try to get on the TV. Trust me, I'll watch an entire game if there's a chance to see you," JJ joked. Emily smiled and nodded.

She squeezed the girls' hands and smiled. "Take care of the boys for me. Make sure Morgan doesn't tease Reid too much. He always makes fun of him and I don't know how Reid's gonna deal with it on his own," she said, "And make sure Rossi doesn't push himself too hard. I mean, he's not as young as he used to be and sometimes he forgets his limitations. And Hotch. Geez. Make sure he leaves at a reasonable hour. And give Jack kisses and cuddles all the time. I said goodbye to him before I left DC but I don't think he understood that I wouldn't be around anymore. He really needs someone to take care of his dad. And him." Garcia nodded. "We'll take care of them Em. You just take care of yourself and your new husband and we'll see you," she assured her friend. Emily nodded and pulled them close again.

The guys came back over and Peter walked over to join them. "You ready to go honey?" Will asked JJ. She nodded and smiled as Peter put his hands around Emily's waist. JJ threw herself at Peter and hugged him tight. "You hurt her and you'll pay," she whispered in his ear. When she stood back Peter nodded. "Duly noted," he said, kissing Emily's head. JJ smiled and put her arm around Will's waist. "I love you guys," Emily called out after her friends. Peter kissed her neck.

A/N: I don't know if i've said this before but the jealous, brooding Hotch is so easy to write. and fun too. please don't let the crazy "emily's gone and married someone else? wtf!" storyline get to you, i promise it'll work out in the end. and the next two chapters are almost done and will be uploaded together.