Episode: Soul Mates
"They're gonna ask who you are," The girl spoke, softly. "They don't know."
Emily frowned, having already noticed the fact. She almost suggested leaving before Hotch cut in.
"We're just buying flowers," Hotch ignored the feeling in his stomach that told him that he was buying flowers. With Emily. Here.
"Those daisies are nice," Emily caught on, moving slightly closer to Hotch, getting into the mindset of being in a couple with him, buying flowers.
The intense thudding of her heart wasn't helping the questioning.
"In your report, uh... it says your attacker knew what he wanted. That he was confident," She hated bringing up something so dark in such a light setting. A flower shop, for God's sake!
"More like a control freak," The girl replied, dully. "He... wore a mask but I could tell he was white. He... choked me. It took a long time for the bruises to go away. I swear when the light's right I can still see his handprint here."
Hotch looked over at the girl, pity burrowing into his chest. He could never directly relate to these kinds of cases, simply because he didn't know how they felt. Still, Emily was here and doing well so far.
"I'm sorry."
"It's... not as bad as the bite marks. They're scars now. I haven't been with anyone since so I've never had to explain," She took a deep breath, then walked into the shop. "Let me wrap these for you."
"Thank you," Emily replied, taking a deep breath then glancing over at Hotch. "You alright?"
"Fine. I'll get the flowers, don't worry." Emily dipped her head, leaving to go towards the car. Hotch went inside, throwing a twenty onto the counter and told the woman to keep the change. Just as he walked out, flowers in hand, butterflies in stomach, he gave the girl one last look.
"I really am sorry."
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It had been a long case and Emily was glad they had a night in a nice hotel to unwind. She was looking forward to spending a few hours watching mindless tv, then falling asleep to the dulcet sounds of Billie Mays advertising something new.
Instead, there was a knock at her door. Emily sighed, hoping it wasn't Hotch with paperwork.
Ok, so maybe she wanted it to be Hotch, but that didn't mean she wanted it to be paperwork.
Wandering over to the door, dressed to the nines in pajama bottoms and a red tank top, Emily opened the door quickly, frowning as she saw nobody there. It took her a moment to register the small gift that sat in front of her door.
Bending down to pick it up, Emily raised the flowers to her nose, the bunch obscuring her huge smile.
The daisies really did look nice.
Sorry this was so short, but I just wanted Hotch giving Emily flowers :] I was wracking my brains trying to find a song for this, but I think I settled on a pretty good one. SORRY FOR ALL THE CONFUSION WITH THE CHAPTERS!
Song: Mushaboom - Feist
