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They were walking down the hall to Emily's apartment door. Hotch saw the door was open and pulled out his gun. He felt a pressure on his arm trying to push it back down, he looked to Emily questioning her reaction to his precaution.
"I called someone to come fix my latch, it was broken. His name is Jarrod, he's a friend."
Hotch was immediately filled with relief. He holstered his gun and again grabbed Emily's hand.
"Jarrod? It's Emily are you there?"
Jarrod poked his head from behind the door, "Hey, what happened?"
Emily didn't want to tell him the truth so she made up a story, "It was a burglary attempt."
"That's unfortunate, at least your okay." With a few more twists of a screw driver he finished fixing the new latch on the door. "Well I think you're good to go."
"Thank you." Emily said.
"I'll send you a bill."
"No doubt about that." She replied back to him.
"Good to see you Agent Hotchner."
Hotch nodded back at him and watched him walk down the stairs. When he was gone they walked into her apartment. "How did he know my name?"
"You may have been mentioned in a conversation or two."
"I don't like him." He simply stated.
"Are you jealous?"
"No I just generally don't like him. Something seems different about him. How do you know him so well anyways?"
"I've had my lock changed a lot; he also installed my security system."
"As far as I'm concerned he's a suspect."
Emily rolled her eyes in annoyance; she didn't want to argue so she didn't say anything. She let go of Hotch's hand to close the door behind them. When she turned back around Hotch was almost at her bedroom door. "Be careful Sergio is in there. I didn't want him getting out since the door wouldn't close when I left, so I put him in the bedroom."
Hotch was far enough away from her she started feeling vulnerable. She crossed her arms as a protective instinct.
With his blue gloves Hotch opened her bedroom door and Sergio ran out.
Emily took what seemed to be a slow, long walk to her bedroom. She started feeling sick the closer she got to the door way. The events of the previous night came flooding her memory. Again it became overwhelming; she was on the verge of crying. With each faintly sounding step, against the hardwood floor her fear became more elevated. Her breathing started to quicken.
She stopped at the door way to her bedroom, Hotch seemed to be invisible in the room. All she saw was herself, lying on the bed being raped. It was as if it was happening all over again right in front of her eyes. She gasped trying to catch her breath.
Her gasp caught Hotch's attention.
Unlike earlier that morning she wasn't able to catch her breath. Her hand went to her chest as if by some force it would help her breath. She fell to her knees. Bile was slowly creeping up her chest she wasn't sure she could swallow.
Hotch was there trying to get her to calm down, but his efforts were useless. Emily had become numb to everything but what she seemed to be re-living in her mind. It again was becoming all too real. She quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. Once again she had gotten sick.
Hotch stood outside the bathroom door. He again had no words of consolation. His heart ached; he wanted to take away her pain. Why had this happened to her? Why such a violent, degrading crime? He pressed his ear to the door when it had got quiet. He heard her starting to cry. He was afraid to say something, afraid to press his affection. He had to get out of ear shot to her pain. He walked back into her bedroom letting her cry it out.
He looked around. His attention was drawn to the nightstand. Something was out of place; he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He opened the drawer, and then closed it. He turned the light on to the lamp. He looked at the lamp and it hit him. The lamp was new and when she had got the new lamp she got a red frame to match the color of it. In that red frame was a picture of her and Hotch. The picture was gone.
Hotch walked back to the bathroom door. "Emily?" He heard her sniffle as if she might be trying to dry up her tears. "The picture that was on your nightstand is missing?" He heard some movement and then the door opened. She stood there, her face was flushed, the whites of her eyes were red and her eye lids were puffy. His face showed empathy for her.
Emily noticed this rarely seen expression and reacted by saying, "I'm fine, really." Her strong side was again showing through. "The picture should still be on my nightstand."
"They take trophies."
Hotch and Emily's phone both rang. Emily made no attempt to look at hers or answer it. Hotch put his phone up to his ear. Morgan's urgent voice came through, "Hotch, we were expecting another victim to come forward. When no one did Garcia did a check and found someone was admitted locally this morning for examination. Hotch what is going on? Has Emily…"
Hotch cut him off before he could continue, "Morgan, I need the team's heads in this case, if you can't do that let me know now." Hotch waited for a response and heard none then Hotch continued. "I'll be by later." He hung up and let out a breath of relief knowing that was over.
"I should have never asked you to keep it a secret. It is too much."
"No what's too much is what you are going through. The team knowing, or finding out is the least of my worries."
"I can't ask you to keep it a secret any longer. I will go with you to the BAU."
"No. I'm going to take you to my house and I will go alone."
"I realize that my emotions change at the drop of a hat, but when I'm distracted it's not so painful. I need to do something besides sit in a house, drowning in my thoughts." Emily lowered her voice back down, "Please Aaron."
Hotch was fighting his supervisory position as Unit Chief and ordering her to stay home and his side of being her friend and understanding her feelings. The look on her face was pleading silently at him. He loathed the idea of leaving her to suffer alone in his house. His bossing urges were suppressed by this distraught woman he has come to love. He nodded his head.
"Thank you." She said. "I guess I better grab some clothes."
Hotch stopped her, "No, stay out here. I'll get what you need." He wanted to avoid another reaction to the one she previously had.
Emily saw Sergio and hollered to Hotch in the other room, "Do you care if we bring Sergio?"
"That's perfectly fine." He hollered back to her. He rummaged through her closet and drawers pulling clothes here and there. When he was finally pleased with what he had he stepped outside the bedroom and didn't see Emily, "Emily?" He called once and then began to panic, "Emily!" He ran through the apartment and ran out the door realizing at that moment the door to her apartment was open. He remembered her closing it, why was it open?
He ran down the hall and down the stairs of the apartment building in the empty parking lot. Emily is gone.
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