"Go away Emmie." Gloria sighed, lying back down. Hotch dragged the blanket to cover himself more, desperately trying not to blush. He couldn't look at her.

"You're in my bedroom." Emily growled at them. "My bedroom." Oh god, Hotch thought. He had slept with Emily's cousin in Emily's bedroom! This could not get any worse.

"You don't sleep here. Get out." Gloria snapped, throwing a pillow at the door. Emily stormed out.

"Thank god." Gloria turned her attention back to him.

"We didn't-" He could barely get the words out. Aaron Hotchner did not sleep with random woman. He and Hayley were high school sweethearts; they're had never been anyone else.

"Didn't what? Do it this morning? No..." Gloria kissed his neck. It was completely distracting, her coming on to him.

"Gloria." He said pushing her away.

"What?" She said innocently.

"This doesn't bother you?"

"What doesn't bother me?"

"Being here. With me."

"No. Honestly there aren't any other rooms in this house." She gripped his hands and straddled his legs. "And as for you being here; I couldn't have had a better birthday." She went back to kissing his neck.

"I should go." He said, pushing her back again.

"Why?" She tilted her head the same beautiful way Emily did. "Give me one good reason and I'll let you go."

Hotch couldn't think of any at the moment. He probably could if she wasn't in front of him looking gorgeous. He would not lie and say he wasn't attracted to her. She embodied all of Emily's physical characterises in a sick and twisted way.

"I'm just getting out of a marriage."

"So? It's not like I'm asking you for a ring. Or even a commitment. Haven't you ever heard of just being casual?"

"I don't think Emily would appreciate it."

"Emily is not going to care. She is just mad we defiled her bed. She's a big girl." Gloria countered.

"I still think she will."

"Why do you care so much?" Gloria rolled her eyes and flopped back down on the bed.

"It matters because I work with her." He sat up and ran his fingers through his bed hair. It was Sunday and he had Jack this afternoon.

"If it matters that much then I'll ask her." Gloria rolled off the bed, grabbed an outrageously ugly robe and stuck a pose. It made him laugh. Then she left.

"You're serious?" He called after her. She could not possibly be actually asking Emily if it was alright to have a casual relationship. Whatever casual meant.

"Gloria!" He called again grabbing his pants and shirt. He followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen where Emily was stacking dirty plates. The downstairs of the house was a mess.

"So?" Gloria was asking. "Do you mind?" She opened the fridge and got a bottle of water.

Emily shrugged. "I don't care. Will you please help me clean up?" She grumbled.

"Get the maid to do it."

"Carlota is cleaning somewhere else. Mother gets home tonight Glor. This place needs to be spotless or else it will be my ass." She snapped.

"Fine. But later. C'mon." Gloria pulled at his arm. He didn't want to get involved in a family dispute but he had to apologize for the mess.

"In a sec." He told her. "Prentiss—Emily." He thought out his words. "It was inappropriate of what happened last night and I had no intentions what-so-ever to do this. It just happened, but I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable."

Again Emily shrugged. "It's your life Hotch. Do what you want with it. Who am I to say you can't see her?"

"Well it's more personal. I am taking your personal feelings into consideration."

"That's a first," She said under her breath. "I really don't care. I'm not that close to her." She told him. He didn't respond to the slight he had heard, but that was all he needed.

Gloria nearly jumped him when he went back to the room. Originally, he went back to say goodbye but Gloria had other plans.

*~*

Emily didn't know who she was madder at. Her flighty cousin, her boss or her mother who had left her in this mess. She knew it would have to be Gloria's idea to sleep with someone so—off limits. Gloria loved to get what she couldn't have. It had always been that way.

She contemplated warning her boss one what he was embarking on. He obviously had no clue what kind of person she was. Emily could not name one man who had safety escaped Gloria's wrath. But at the same time, Hotch was a grown man. She had no idea what was going on in his brain.

"Aaron is so great." Gloria sighed a few days later. She tossed herself on top of Emily's bed. Emily did not want to particularly hear why 'Aaron' was so great. But Gloria didn't care.

"He is just so..."

"Arrogant? Callous, pretentious, apathetic, demanding, a workaholic? Oh sorry, are those words to big for you?"

"Handsome, intelligent, intense, caring, thoughtful. Considerate. Great in-"

"I get your point!" Emily nearly hollered. She didn't need to hear any of her cousin's sexual exploits.

"Oh come on Emmie. You can't say that he isn't nice to look at." Gloria was unperturbed. She followed Emily around the house nearly swooning over the man. There was no escape.

*~*

Hotch once again slipped into the Prentiss house. This new relationship was much more interesting than doing paperwork and staying home alone. In the last three years he had never had one woman pay so much attention to him. It was nice to be noticed.

"Hey." He said entering her bedroom. Usually she would be waiting for him or nearly jump him when he entered. But tonight was angrily pacing the room throwing things into a suitcase.

"Whats wrong?" He asked. Gloria had literally been the happiest woman on the planet, always smiling. She always brightened up his day. Now she was crying and livid.

"My stupid Aunt. She's throwing me out!" She actually stamped her foot.

"Why?" Hotch asked, taking off his jacket.

"I don't know! She says I can't stay here anymore. That I have to go back to New York." Gloria kicked a suitcase on the floor.

"Why?" He asked again. She turned her glare on him. "I just want to understand." He told her.

"I don't know! How many times do I have to tell you? She just doesn't want me here. Now I have nowhere to go but New York. And I hate it there."

"But you work there."

"Yeah well, I don't like working there. I want to be here." Gloria looked like she was going to start crying again. Hotch felt uncomfortable around crying woman. Usually it was his fault and he could never make it better with Hayley. He would offer they go to his house, but he had left the house to be cleaned before the new owners moved in. He put most of his stuff in storage and stayed here for the night, everything else was in his office.

"What about a hotel?" He suggested.

"I don't know. I think I know someone who will help." Gloria grabbed the phone and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door.

*~*

She finally made the move back to her condo. In truth she had much overstayed her visit at her mothers. She forgot how secluded her condo could be and how much she liked it. She did bring some things of her father's with her. Some favourite paintings and bedspreads. It helped her, she thought. She had finally had enough of the two 'lovebirds' who had made their nest at her mother's house.

It seemed Hotch's car had made a permanent fixture in the driveway for the last two weeks. She didn't always see him but just knowing he was around was enough to drive her out. It was such a relief to be alone again. Emily drew herself a hot bath and put on some music. Only her phone rang to interrupt her.

"Emmie?" Emily knew she shouldn't have answered it.

"Gloria?" The woman erupted into sobs over the phone. "Whats wrong?" Emily's heart plummeted. Had something happened at the house?

"Your mother says I can't live here anymore. She doesn't want me here. I have nowhere to go. Can I stay with you?" She blubbered. "Just until I find somewhere else." She added.

Emily was not surprised that her mother would try to force Gloria to go back to New York. It was well over her vacation period. But the family would never fire her.

"Ahh..." Emily tried thinking if it was a good idea. "I guess for tonight you could. But I'm going to bed soon Glor."

"That's no problem. Thanks so much Emmie. We'll be there in a bit." Gloria hung up before Emily could say 'No!'.

Emily dialled her right back. "Ah excuse me? There is no way you are bringing Hotch over here. I will not have that man sleeping in the next room. Don'..It."

"What? You are such a hypocrite Emily! Yesterday you were fine with it! Why can't I just be happy for once? You always take it away from me!"

"Me, a hypocrite? You're the one prancing around acting the village idiot. No wonder Nana wants you out of her office." Oops. That was a little too harsh. Emily could hear the gasp on the other end. She would certainly pay for it afterwards.

Gloria spoke very lowly this time, "You can't even see what's in front of your effing face. I hate you and you will never, ever have what I have. Ever! You jealous bitch. " The line went dead and Emily could picture the poor phone being smashed against a wall. Or Hotch. Was Hotch what Gloria was talking? Why would Emily ever want him?

*~*

When Gloria came out she was even more livid. She paced back and forth and Hotch knew it was time to leave. Talk about north and south poles.

"No help?" He asked cautiously. She rounded on him.

"No. Your stupid sweetheart is such a conniving, little—" She snarled, "There isn't even a word yet to describe her!"

"Wait. Who?" This was turning real bad, real fast. She looked almost demented.

"Your precious little Emily. Don't think, nobody sees you moaning over her day and night, Aaron. You're such a fool sometimes."

"Excuse me?" His voice cut the air. Gloria had no right to talk like this.

"Oh come on. I've seen the way you look at her. Everyone saw it at the funeral. Everyone knows you slept with me to get to her. And how many times did you say her name when we..."

"Gloria, that's enough, you need to calm down." That only spurned her on.

"And you're such a pathetic fool to love her. Don't you think she knows? She's known this whole entire time and has been laughing her ass off and you just fall for it again. Your just some sick puppy playing into her little games." Gloria suddenly looked stricken, raising her hand to her mouth in shock. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that-" But Hotch had heard enough.

He grabbed his jacket back and stormed out. Emily couldn't possibly know. No one could know. If Dave knew, he would surely say something. Even if to tease. His thoughts plagued him all the way home. Emily would never do that; he tried convincing himself. She would never be that mean to play with another man's emotions.

He tossed and turned between thinking she knew; things she had said in the past and evaluating every glance, tone or gesture, and knowing she couldn't possibly put two and two together. It was a difficult night and he got hardly any sleep. The crummy hotel didn't help much. He spent enough time in hotels and now he lived in one. That made him even out angrier.

*~*

After the fight with Gloria, Emily went back to her bath. Gloria was such a fool. She would always try to manipulate and rile Emily. Thankfully Emily knew better. Gloria needed a serious kick in the ass. And to grow up. Nothing she said was false; her grandmother really did want Gloria out. They just weren't brave enough to fire her. No wonder she was a little brat. Emily didn't bother herself at all with Gloria. She made castles out of sand and cried when she destroyed them.

As for her 'having Hotch', Emily thought it was one more sick twist in 'Gloria-Land' where she always needed a villain. Only Emily wouldn't play this time.

*~*

He was not a happy person walking into work. He was tried, cranky, confused and just plain bitter. It didn't help that Emily was the first one in; looking unusually bright and cheery. Emily never looked bright and cheery nowadays. Was that because she spent an evening howling until her sides hurt from his idiocy? He had to test it out.

He walked up to her desk. "Oh hey Hotch." She greeted, giving him a small smile.

Usually that would make his heart melt but today was different.

"So unfortunately I had to break it off with Gloria." He tested her reaction. Good thing no one was in the office this time of morning. It could have been a very awkward conversation.

Emily burst out laughing. "Wow! I knew that wasn't going to last long. I hope you wore a protective cup." She giggled. Hotch bristled, his gut turning viciously. She would have to have known about his feelings. And she was laughing at him. All of this time.

*~*

So this is the revised edition of this chapter. Thank you so much L!! I owe you a lot. Reason I rewrote the ending was I just wasn't feeling it and needed it to be better for the next chapter (which is a big one!). Anywho, enjoy and comment!