A/N: Hey back! I just wanted to thank you all again for the reviews. I'm having a big problem right now because I have to work, I have millions of papers to look at from my students but I'm addicted to this story! I can't stop writing and I blame you guys! :) Seriously now, this chapter is a little shorter but it's worth it! Here is the talk between Emily and Hotch, and believe me, she'll give him some piece of mind. And here is where he will start to look at her properly too! Sooo, I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 6

Emily put her key at the lock and got in to her apartment a little after 9pm. She saw the lights at the kitchen and the living room off and let out a breath of relief thinking that Hotch was already in his room. She really didn't want to talk to him right now.

She passed through the hall towards her bedroom when she saw a shadow at the corner of the room. She put a hand in her holster, pulling her gun and clicked the safety off. Aiming at the shadow she said.

"FBI. Don't move".

"Calm down Emily, it's me." She huffed and clicked the safety on again lowering her gun.

"Shit, Hotch. You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing over there in the dark?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was waiting for you. I made dinner."

She closed her eyes. So much for not talking. "I told you didn't have to wait for me." She said with a sigh.

"I know you did, but I wanted. Please? I made some spaghetti and warmed the chicken to complete."

She looked at him and saw his pleading eyes. Even though she was really mad at him right now they still were living together, so ignoring him wasn't an viable option. Closing her eyes and letting a resigned breath she agreed with him.

"Ok. Let me just change into something more comfortable."

"I'll set the table." He went to the kitchen, inwardly celebrating the small step. He knew that he had to actually apologize with her but he wanted to make the dinner as a peace offer. She came out of her bedroom and saw him arranging the plates at the table and serving the spaghetti with the chicken. He sat at the table and she sat across him.

"Thank you. You didn't have to". She said serving herself. He noticed that she was avoiding eye contact at all costs and was really uncomfortable too. He took a deep breath and put down the fork before looking up to her.

"Emily…" He started, trying to take her attention. Seeing that she wasn't' looking at him he took her hand in his. Her head snapped up and she looked at him. "I'm sorry for this morning. And for every time I was stupid and rude with you. You don't deserve to be treated like that. You have done everything to make me feel comfortable here and you had taken care of me in a way that I have never been, not even for my mom or Haley. You don't deserve anything that I have done to you. And today…" He closed his eyes and dropped his head shaking it slightly. "When I pushed you… Emily, I'm so, so sorry. I was just so mad at this situation and I was feeling useless and I took it on you and I'm sorry." He looked at her eyes again. "I promise you that I won't treat you like this again and I will never touch you like that again. If you're not comfortable with me here anymore I understand and I'll leave right now. But even so, I'm sorry. You had no idea how much thankful I am for everything you're doing for me".

She looked at him for a while before say anything. "I don't want you to go, Hotch. I offered you a place because I wanted to help you but I'm tired you know. I keep trying and trying to approach you and give you space at the same time but you keep pushing me away. You keep pushing all of us away. And I don't get why!" She pushed her hand away and started to raise her voice. "I get that you're tired and angry that your life has changed because of this mess, and I get that you want your son and your wife back, and I get that you want to take this son of a bitch down but guess what? You're not the only one, Aaron!" She stood up and started to pace around the table, seeing his eyes widening at the use of his first name and the tone she was using. "I want to put a bullet between his eyes as much as you do! Do you think it didn't affect me finding your apartment covered on your blood? Do you have any idea of what was going through my mind before I found you!? I thought I was never going to see you again! I thought you were death, that it was it! And then when I found you, hear the doctor say that it was a fucking miracle you had survived… God!" He saw tears pricking into her eyes and she took a deep breath before continue with a lower voice. "All we want to do is help you get through this. Help you get this bastard and have your family back. But all you do is close yourself off and keep feeling sorry for yourself! I don't even know who you are! The Aaron Hotchner I know and respect would be working on Foyet's profile and not spending the days just mourning and looking like a statue in my living room. And I'm not saying that you should become obsessed with him, but if you just tried and ask for help you could be a lot closer to find him. Did you know that we are briefing about him at least two times a week?"

He looked at her dumbfounded for a few seconds. "No… I didn't know." He said with a small voice.

"Well, we are. And Garcia is tracking him down nonstop. We're trying and you should be trying with us! Damnit Hotch, is like you resigned. The Aaron Hotchner I know would never do this. And he would never treat his team like crap. And he would never mistreat me. You're not the man I knew anymore. He can be broken. He is the strongest person I know. And I want him back". She said and left towards her bedroom.

He stayed sit and the table for a few minutes letting her words sink. He knew she was right. He thought about everything she said, how the team was working to help him while he was just sitting all day feeling sorry for himself. He had to change that. He had to start to fight to have his life back. He missed his son. He remembered what she said. I know you want your wife back. He wanted Haley back? Of course, he knew it wasn't fair to ruin her life like that. But did he want her back to him? Surprisingly, no. He didn't want her back to him. She wasn't the woman he wanted by his side for a long time. He looked at the hall to the bedrooms. He wanted a woman who could help him through his darkened times, who could understand him and be by his side in every moment.

He wasn't stupid. He knew that she was gorgeous. He knew she was funny, and caring, and that she could really accept him for who he is. You're her boss. His mind screamed at him. But honestly, after almost die and seeing everything she was doing to him. And I want him back. He closed his eyes. Maybe, just maybe he could let himself to rely in someone.

But first, he had to stop being so stupid and begin to treat her like she really deserved. He looked at the table and the untouched food. Sighing he stood up and cleaned everything. Going towards his bedroom he looked at her closed door for a moment. It was enough for tonight.

Tomorrow he would change some things.

He would hunt that son of bitch down.

He would get his son back.

And he would stop to wasting time and finding excuses to be happy.

He would start to valorize his team. His family.

Starting with the brunette down the hall.

A/N: I'm sorry for the gramatical errors. Let a review, pretty please!