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This chapter is dedicated to: CrimStudent47, Rolfy, McNinja, nataliebianca, and Megz-and-Tori.

"Good work everyone." Hotch said as they left the Miami police station. They had just finished a difficult case, and as per Riley's suggestion, he's started praising his team much more often.

"Hey," JJ said. "We don't have to leave until tomorrow. We should go out for a drink."

"Well, I'll pass on the drinking." Emily laughed as she rubbed her growing stomach. "But I'd sure like to go out."

"I'd kill for a few drinks. Thank god Hotch didn't knock me up." Morgan laughed.

"That would be quite the trick!" Garcia exclaimed. It didn't take much to convince the team to go out for a few drinks that night. They found a quiet place that was virtually empty. Rossi offered to purchase the first round, and no one declined. He returned with 6 beers and a coke.

"It was clear that he was impotent." Reid said, referring to the unsub, as the waitress brought drinks over to their table. She gave Reid a strange look, but then returned to the bar.

"Can we not talk about work for five minutes please?" JJ snapped as she nursed her drink.

"Wow, someone's PMSing." Garcia laughed.

"Whatever."

"Seriously Jayje. What's up?" Emily asked. "You've been a bit testy for a while now."

"It's nothing really. Sorry, I didn't realize that I've been snapping at you guys." She said sincerely.

"JJ, its fine. But if you need to talk, we're here." Hotch said. JJ looked at Emily and smiled.

"I like what you've done with him." She giggled.

"Meh, he's coming along." Emily laughed as she lightly punched Hotch's arm.

"All joking aside." Garcia said, interrupting the laughter from the team. "Is something bugging you?"

"Oh, it's just Will. We've been having issues for a while. Before we left, he brought up the "D" word." She sighed.

"The "D" word?" Reid asked.

"Divorce." Rossi cleared up.

"Oh god Jayje. I'm so sorry." Emily gasped.

"I can't believe it! Oh, poor JJ." Garcia said sadly. Morgan took her hand and squeezed it while Reid put his hand on her back protectively. Rossi instinctively offered her another drink.

"Look, I don't really know how serious he was about it." She said. JJ was obviously uncomfortable with the attention.

"Do you need to take some time?" Hotch asked.

"Nah, I can't deal with that. If he's going to divorce me, he's going to do it whether I work the next case or not," she shrugged.

"Do you need anything?" Emily asked.

"Yes. I need to drink. I just need drinks tonight, and I need one of you to promise to drive me home the moment I start making a fool of myself." JJ said loudly.

"I think I can do that for you Jayje." Emily laughed as she sipped her coke.

"Oh yeah! Good plan!" JJ said.

"How far are you again?" Garcia asked.

"Eight weeks now." Emily said with a smile.

"Wow, you're starting to get fat now." Morgan said, and then he instantly regretted his choice of words. "I mean, you're not fat. You're bigger than before. Obviously, because you're-" But Emily stopped him.

"I know what you mean Morgan. I'm starting to show some now." She laughed.

"That's what I intended to say." He said quietly.

"I figured."

"Alrightie." JJ said as she downed her second beer. "I've got this round."

True to her word, JJ was drinking like there was no tomorrow. They had arrived at the bar at just after 8, and when JJ asked Rossi if he wanted to make out at 12, Emily decided it was time to take her home. She and Garcia lead her to the car that they had rented for their night of drinking. Garcia was slightly tipsy, but she was still in total control.

"Why'd you make me leave so soon?" JJ whined.

"You said to take you home when you made a fool of yourself." Emily pointed out.

"Yeah? So?" Her speech was so slurred; it was difficult to understand her.

"When you ask David Rossi to make out, while you're still married might I add, I think that you've made a fool of yourself." Garcia laughed.

"I agree." Emily said.

"I won't be married for long." JJ said, before hiccupping. "I lied in the bar."

"Lied about what?" Emily asked as she drove.

"Will bring up divorce." She giggled in her drunken state. "He brought home divorce papers the other day."

"Oh my god!" Penelope squeaked. "Why?"

"He's been screwing some other girl!" JJ laughed. "He's silly like that."

"I'm so sorry JJ." Emily said quietly, making a mental note to kill Will. And to not tell JJ about this conversation. It would just embarrass her.

"That's why you're luck you have Hotch. He would never screw anyone except you." Emily blushed, but laughed along with Garcia and JJ.

"I am lucky to have him."

"I bet he's awesome in bed." JJ said casually.

"Uhm..." Garcia said before she started laughing hysterically.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to sleep with him or anything. He just seems like he'd be great." JJ said.

"Oh sweetie, I hope you don't remember this conversation." Emily said.

"Whatever. So I said Hotch might be good at sex. At least I didn't tell you about the ring." Garcia's eyes widened as she shot JJ a dangerous look.

"Ring?" Emily asked.

"Don't listen to her. She's drank enough to sustain an army of people." Garcia said hastily trying to cover up JJ's slip.

"Oh, that's right. It's a secret. Shhhh." JJ laughed. Emily was confused, but didn't ask JJ to elaborate. After all, she was drunker than drunk.

"Hey." Hotch said when he walked into the hotel room he was sharing with Emily.

"Hey."

"How's JJ doing?"

"I got her all set up in PG's room. She'll be okay for the night, but I don't know about tomorrow." Emily laughed.

"Okay, as long as she's fine," he nodded.

"I feel so bad for her though." Emily sighed.

"Why is that?"

"Will cheated on her. He didn't just bring up divorce; he got the papers for her to sign and everything."

"Wow." Hotch said. "Remind me to send her flowers."

"Why?"

"I won't say it's because of her divorce. Just to say that we appreciate her." Hotch shrugged. "I think I need to praise my team more often."

"Is that why you got Reid that limited edition book thing and Garcia that chocolate the other day?" Emily laughed. "I thought you had an aneurysm."

"Haha. You guys are great, and you should all be told it more often. So anyways, I assume that's why she drank herself under the table?" He asked.

"You are correct." Emily nodded. "But she is a funny drunk."

"Oh?"

"She believes that you'd be good in bed." Emily laughed and Hotch blushed.

"What, uhm. What did you tell her?" He wondered.

"That for her sake, I hope she didn't remember out conversation."

"Oh. Okay."

"Yeah, I was pretty sure you would be uncomfortable with me filling our collogues in on our sex life." Emily giggled.

"A bit."

"And then she starts talking about some secret ring that neither Garcia or I knew about." Emily said, and Hotch stopped dead.

"What did she say about this ring?" He asked.

"Nothing really. She just mentioned it when she was talking about you. Do you know what she was talking about?" Emily asked. Hotch didn't really know what to do. Ever since they found out about the ring, they'd been trying to convince him to propose to her. Garcia called him every day and threatened him in various different ways each day that he held on to the ring. It wasn't the threats he was scared of, hell, it was just Garcia. He was scared that someone would spill to Emily that he had the ring.

Even on this case, he brought the ring. He brought the ring with him every day, everywhere he went. Hotch didn't know exactly why he did that, but he did. Maybe he thought that something would randomly inspire him to get down on one knee. So far, Hotch was still unsure about how he wanted to propose. Suddenly, Garcia's words went through his mind. In one of their phone calls, she said "having that ring is doing you literally no good. Beyonce said it best boss man. You like it. Put a ring on it." He thought it was funny at the time, but now he was thinking differently. It was true. Holding on to the ring was doing nothing for him.

"Just like a Band-Aid." He said quietly to himself.

"Hum?"

"Emily Prentiss, I love you with every fiber of my being." He began.

"Well, thank you!" She beamed. "I love you too."

"Can I just talk for a minute?" He laughed.

"Oh, sorry!"

"It's fine." Hotch laughed. "That's one of the things I love about you. I love that you always are so expressive of your love. I love how good you are to my kids, and how good you'll be to our kids. I love how you talk, smile, think; everything about you is amazing. Emily, there is no one in the world who is better for me. You've completed me. I thank God that you love me. Let's face it. I could do a million times worse, and you could do three million times better. But I didn't. I ended up with the closest to perfection there is."

Emily's eyes were full of tears when he ran over to his bag and pulled out his little red box.

"Emily Prentiss, will you marry me?"

A/N: That's it for now! Please tell me what you thought! Review!! :D