Okay, so I LOVED the responses I got, so I'm deciding to continue with this. Just sort of came up with this chapter on the spot. Hope my readers enjoy it.

It's 12:30 at night and Emily's beginning to think that maybe she should get home. It's been a long week and she needs some rest. But she can't go home, because the nightmares have been getting worse. They've become more vivid. More terrifying. When she does get sleep, it's after taking sleeping pills or many glasses of wine. The insomnia is almost unbearable at this point, but Prentiss has to tough it out. She can't show weakness in front of the team. Her "return" has already been enough of a burden on them.

She tells herself that she'll leave as soon as this last file is done.

As she shuts the last file, Prentiss puts her head on her desk for a moment, suddenly feeling dizzy. But as she attempts to lift her head once more, Emily can feel her head getting heavier and her eyes shutting against her will. Before she knows it, she's drifting off into the abyss...

Agent Hotchner cannot wait to get out of the FBI building tonight. All he wants to do is collapse on his bed and sleep in on his day off, but the thought of Prentiss is still bothering him. What should he make of her last session with the psychiatrist? Was it just a big misunderstanding? Or is there more going on with Prentiss than she's letting on? He can't know for sure without asking her himself. He takes a glance through the blinds of his office, and sets his eyes on a sleeping Emily Prentiss. He's almost relieved that she's finally getting some sleep until he sees her start to thrash her desk with her arms. Within moments her arms are now flailing and he can hear her muffling something into the desk. He quickly gets up from his office and heads towards Emily's desk.

He can now hear what she's saying.

Emily is crying for help. The fearless Emily Prentiss has tears streaming down her face while she violently jerks her body, attempting to disarm her "attacker".

Agent Hotchner stands there, dumbfounded, not quite sure of what to do. He decides to wake Emily up. When he touches her shoulder, she grabs his arm and clings to it. When he's escaped her vice grip, he continues trying to wake her up. He calls her name several times, and when she finally responds, Emily's eyes open wide. Taking in her situation, Prentiss quickly wipes her tears with her sleeves and faces opposite from Hotch.

Without a second to lose, she's gathering her things and putting on her coat, making sure not to make eye contact.

Hotch stands confused in front of her for a moment, but soon realizes what Emily's doing. She's avoiding the situation. Confining her feelings and storing them into boxes she'll surely be pushing to the back of her mind. She's pretending that it never happened. Not this time. He grabs her arm gently and slowly turns her to face him. Emily stops putting on her jacket mid-way, and turns to face her supervisor. She is still not making eye contact with him. When he brings his hand up to her chin and lifts it, she looks shocked. He is shocked himself. What is he doing? Is he making her uncomfortable? Oddly enough, he feels that them, like this, is just right, but he shoves hat thought to the back of his mind for the time being.

"Emily are you alright?" he asks.

"Fine. I'm fine. Just had a bad dream," she replies coolly.

They stand there for a brief moment silently until Hotch asks, "would you mind telling me what it was about?"

Hotch thinks he already knows, but Prentiss won't let him in just yet.

"It was actually about a case. No big deal though. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes," she says in a casual tone. And Emily was saying the truth. She was having nightmares about Doyle. He WAS one of the cases they worked, so he counts, doesn't he?

Is she saying the truth? Well, there's no knowing for sure with Emily Prentiss, but he senses she's hiding something about the nightmare. He glances at the clock. 1:15am. He figures that it would be very pointless to argue or aggravate Prentiss at this time, so for both of their sakes, he doesn't continue on the subject.

"Alright, Prentiss. I'm glad it's nothing serious. You just frightened me a bit back there," he replies.

Emily tries to laugh, but is for the most part, unsuccessful. "Haha, yeah. I must be one mean lady when I'm asleep," she says in a joking tone.

Hotch can tell the laugh is forced, but says nothing. He wants to confront her now about what he read from her session, but he doesn't broach the subject. Not tonight.

"Maybe just a little bit," he starts. "Okay. Well I'm heading out now. Go home, get some sleep. We've got the day off tomorrow, so take advantage of it. Catch up on whatever you need to, and I'll see you in the office in 2 days. Have a good night, Prentiss."

"Goodnight, sir. Say hi to Jack for me if you see him tomorrow. And thanks... for tonight," she replies sincerely.

"Will do, and always, Prentiss. We're here for you. I'M here for you. Good night, Prentiss."

"Thank you. Night, Hotch."

And with that, Hotch has left. That leaves Emily, here, alone, to face her own demons.

A sigh escapes Emily as she gathers her things. That could have gone better, she thinks to herself. But she knows that once she gets home, things aren't going to get much better.

This was the second chapter! Decided to spice this one up a little more with some minutely scandalous chin touching. :o I actually think this one will be friendship based, but ya never know! Tell me what you all think of it so far, and what could improve. Thanks in advance!