Nothing of what you just said ever happened. What was this supposed to mean? He had dropped her off at the hospital himself! He had spent hours in his car waiting for her. She'd been wearing scrubs when she'd come back, for god's sake! It was real. He knew it was real. Why was she denying it? Suddenly, a dark realization hit him. Officially. She had said that nothing had officially happened to her. Could this mean...?
"Emily... Please tell me you did get examined!"
"There is no rape-kit labeled Emily Prentiss in this hospital." She answered truthfully. "You can't prove anything. You don't have any legal basis for making me stay at home or see a shrink. None whatsoever. I'm here and I'm going to work cases. I'm fine."
"You're not."
"Then prove it!"
Silence.
"I still have the text you sent me!" Hotch stated, sounding unusually desperate.
"They don't prove anything. You know that." Both of them knew that this was not completely true: Yes, a text message consisting of "Please leave, Aaron. I'm fine" didn't prove anything in a legal sense. But if Hotch actually told their superiors, they'd have to go into the matter. And this would leave Emily with only two choices: Admit that Hotch was telling the truth or undergo another examination that would eventually reveal that she had lied, but neither of that was not going to happen.
What this whole situation boiled down to was that Hotch would never break his promise of not telling anybody. He'd never use anything of what had happened the previous day against her, knowing that if he talked to his superiors without Emily's consent, she'd never forgive him - he'd lose her trust forever. And Hotch knew that she trusted him – at least to some point – because otherwise she would've never called him. Would've never allowed him to see her cry. She had to know she could trust him! Whatever it was they had: It meant something. Something Hotch would never dare to destroy.
He sighed heavily. "You're right. It doesn't prove anything."
Emily gave a condescending nod and one second later, she was gone.
Six hours later, Hotch watched a woman who'd just been raped board an FBI jet to hunt down a serial rapist slash killer in the woods of North Carolina.