First of all and most important I want to thank everyone for their follows and support in this story! I debated greatly on continuing the story because I wasn't sure where to go with it but you all have inspired me to dig deep down and with the help of some ideas from some of you wonderful readers out there I kind of have an idea of how I want to take it! Thank you all so much!
Here is the second chapter and I hope you enjoy!
Emily quickly turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind her. She discretely wiped away the tear and thought, I hope he didn't see that. Pull it together Emily, this isn't like you. Much time had passed since she was raped, and not until recently had she even thought about it. It was just sex, she told herself all these years. She never told anyone, why should I make a big deal out of nothing? Get over it; it happened a long time ago, you should have never even looked at the case. The more she thought about it and how she reacted in front of Hotch, she started to become angry. Mad at herself for even acting like it affected her. Now she was positive Hotch would keep a close eye on her, thinking that she can't do her job, because she was raped and the case is so personal. This is just like any other case, no one has to know. She told herself, straightening back up, pushing down all those emotions that fought to come out.
While the team was busy with gathering their go bags and heading towards the plane, Emily easily slipped off to the bathroom. She needed a moment to gather herself.
Hotch didn't want her to leave, but yet he didn't stop her. When the door closed behind her he questioned whether he really saw a tear stream down her face, when he took a step towards his office window he saw her wipe it away confirming his suspicion. I didn't even know she cried, was his next thought. Well of course she cries, she has every right to cry, she's been hurt. Hotch moved towards his door wanting to go after her, to talk to her, but every time he took that step he stopped.
She was inching ever closer to the glass doors of the bull pen, and in this walk he watched how her body language seem to change, like nothing had even happened, her head raised back up and she seemed okay. Just as Hotch was beginning to feel better about the situation a cloud of doubt crept into his mind. Maybe we shouldn't have done the case, maybe I should give her the option to stay here, but we did get called in, and she seemed like she wanted to help. The more he thought the worse it started to bother him, thinking she would have to tell the team, and considering how personal it was this wasn't going to be easy. With one more look out his window he saw her walk through the glass doors and he decided he needed to talk to her before they leave.
Casually he opened his door, walked down the stairs, and out of the bull pen. When he was on the other side of the doors, he saw a glimpse of her going to the left and he followed. As he quickened his pace he got closer to her and saw her opening a door. She disappeared behind it and without letting it completely shut he pulled it back open following her inside.
Emily was glad to have a moment to herself as she entered the restroom, but before she could let her mind relax and take in what had taken place with the case, and the fact they were actually going to help catch the man doing this, she heard the air in the door swing open behind her. She turned around to see who it was and needless to say she was speechless. Her eyebrows lifted and she tilted her head slightly in bewilderment, almost laughing but at the same time curious as to why her supervisor would follow her into the bathroom. I wonder if he knows he's in the women's restroom? Why did he follow me anyways? Was he coming to check up on me, making sure I was able to do my job? That thought just made her mad, he thinks I'm weak and I can't handle this.
Hotch stopped in his tracks as soon as he opened the door, he didn't take the split second of turning around and walking out. Instead he stood there catching the look of curiosity from Emily's face. He didn't say anything at first as they stood looking at each other. He contemplated on turning around and walking out, living with the embarrassment, which he might have to do anyways, or staying and actually being able to talk in private without being profiled from his office window.
He realized he had been standing there too long in silence when he saw Emily's expression change almost telling him to go on and say it.
Emily watched his face from the moment she turned around. He seemed mad, as always, with his very stoic expression glaring at her. After the silence had lasted long enough she made a face as if she was waiting for him to say something and when she did she saw his expression change. A slight hint of guilt raced across his eyes, accompanied by a compassionate look. This change made her almost nervous and embarrassed even. She saw something different in him she never saw before and in her sparked a hint of attraction.
He looked into the curious, beautiful eyes of hers and said, "Are you okay?"
Emily was dumbfounded by his question, did he really ask me that? He's not yelling at me or telling me that I can't do my job, is he really serious?
She was silent and didn't respond rapidly enough to his question so he said, "Emily? Are you okay?"
He actually said my name. Her name rolling off the end of his tongue sounded sweet as honey and just as she did before butterflies stirred in the pit of her stomach. "I'm fine, really." She said with her confident smile, brushing off any emotions that had started to come up. This is it you've got him in the bag, he believes you.
Hotch felt that she was being sincere, but he knew that she was good at compartmentalizing and could hide things well. He raised his head and seemed to look down at her trying to see if she was really telling the truth. "If you would like to sit this one out, I understand." He said.
Does he really care, or is he afraid I'll mess something up? Is he giving me a way out so nobody has to know? She could work the case, she wasn't going to give in. "Really Hotch, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" He said, wanting to make 100% positive she was.
"Yes I'm fine. It happened a long time ago, I'm over it." She said trying to be convincing as possible, brushing it off like it never happened. And yet in the moment, the longer they stood there the more her emotions about the case were being pushed back down, and the funnier the situation became. She was trying to hold in a laugh, just thinking about what the team would say about him being in the women's restroom.
Hotch really didn't think anything was funny and he said, "What is so funny?"
"You do know you're in the women's restroom right?"
He looked around and like a magnet his eyes went straight back to the beautiful woman standing in front of him. The smile on her face and the mischievous grin she had, gave away that there was no way she could hide this from the team. As he stood there looking at her, she was becoming more attractive by the second and briefly he lost control, looking at the shape of her body, eyeing her ample breasts before bringing them back up to meet her gaze and when he did, his face flushed and he immediately scrutinized himself for looking at her that way, almost as if he violated her.
He totally just checked me out. The thought almost made her laugh, to see him not being Hotch, but at the same time those little butterflies started stirring again and the sincerety in his concern for her was something that struck her odd. Yes, Hotch cared for her and the rest of the team, but the look on his face and the tone in his voice somehow made it seem different this time, more personal. No, Emily, don't be attracted to your boss, bad idea. Besides maybe you just thought he seemed different when really, he would have done this with any member of the team. Besides how could he like you now, knowing what happened. Even with that thought she still held her contagious smile.
Hotch couldn't help but smile as something seemed to ignite a spark in him, he turned to leave and with one last look before walking out he said, "Not a word."
"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of it." She said sarcastically.
Hotch knew she was lying, but it really didn't matter. When he opened the door he ran right into JJ. His face went back to the same ole stoic expression he carries with him on a daily basis, and as if nothing happened he said, "Excuse me."
JJ didn't say anything but gave him the weirdest glance as he took a few steps to the men's bathroom, although he never saw it, considering his back was to her. When she walked in the restroom JJ saw Emily and said, "Uh…what was Hotch doing in here."
"Beats me. My guess is that it was urgent and when he saw me in here he quickly realized the men's bathroom was one door up."
Hotch went to the men's restroom where he let the smile creep back across his face. God, she is so beautiful, funny, strong, confident and stupid. She can't run away forever. The odd thought of holding her in his arms crossed his mind, but he quickly shook off any ideas that might lead to other inappropriate thoughts. Realizing the care he had for her was beginning to grow in a different way, his thoughts shifted to the conversation they had in his office. As much as she played it off there was no denying she was hurt. He made a promise to himself, in which he wouldn't let, her vulnerability and emotions be picked at and tore apart through this case. It was bad enough he was dragging her through the case, causing her to relive all the memories of what happened, he wasn't going to expose her too.
After collecting himself and taking care of business he checked his watch and walked out of the restroom where he ran into Morgan. "Hey, haven't you heard the men's restroom is one door down."
Hotch gave him a glare and Morgan laughed it off.
Looking up the hall Hotch saw the blonde and brunette looking back at him laughing. Well I guess going into the women's restroom is something I'm going to have to live with. He told him self.
Hotch had made a promise, one he intended to keep, but little did he know what events would unfold. Would he be able to keep that promise or will he break it and Emily be forever tore apart at the hands of someone who cared more about catching a killer than he did about Emily's feelings? This thought briefly crossed his mind and he started to question if that was a promise he was really going to be able to keep.
Short little chapter, but I thought I'd get a move on with this story. I hope if I continue I don't disappoint anyone!