I sort of had two ways to end this chapter and couldn't decide what to do so I hope you like what I picked.

Two weeks later

"I hope the room is okay?" Hotch flipped on the lights to the guest bedroom.

Emily walked in, setting her go bag and suitcase down on the floor. She walked over to the nightstand and picked up the picture of her and Hotch in the red frame. "You got it back."

"Yes." He waited for her reaction.

"Thank you. The room is perfect." She said looking around. Setting the picture back down, she noticed one of Jack on the bookshelf. "How is Jack with all this?"

"I told him you were sick and that for you to get better I had to take care of you."

"Oh." Emily sat on the edge of the bed, with her back towards him, staring out the only window in the room. "Do you mind leaving me alone for awhile?"

"Not a problem." Hotch's heart sank, he wanted to be with her, but had to do this her way. He'd give her, her space when she needed it and be there for her when she needed someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on. He shut the door to the room.

Emily stood up, walking over to the window. She placed her hands on the glass, feeling cool to the touch, from an early spring storm blowing its way in. A thought flashed through her mind, what if she is pregnant? She couldn't bear the thought and started to cry. Endless tears were streaming down her face. She tried hard to stifle her crying, by covering her mouth, but it was useless so she gave up. Emily cried hard and loud to the point of making herself feel sick.

Hotch was in the kitchen trying to cook some supper, but her grieving was more than he could bear. He picked up the glass and threw it across the room, sending it crashing into the wall, shattering glass all over the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned on the kitchen counter.

The pounding of feet came rushing towards the kitchen, "Are you okay?" Emily said wiping away her tears.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you." Hotch seemed mad, avoiding eye contact.

Emily suddenly realized that this was because of her. "This is my fault." She turned around walking back towards the bedroom. "I can't stay here. I need to leave."

Hotch went after her, "Emily! Emily!"

"No Aaron! I'm leaving!"

Hotch was able to stop her before she made it to the hallway. He grabbed her forearm, swinging her around. "You have to stay Emily."

She took a few steps back from him, "Why don't you just kill me! It would be so much better! My suffering is affecting you! I can't even go back to my apartment without having a panic attack! I have nowhere to go!" Emily see's Hotch's gun and grabs it holding it to her head.

"Emily! Please! Put the gun down."

Her hand was trembling and again tears were falling. Her breathing was quickening.

"Emily! Don't please! I can't live without you." Hotch had to plead with her. "Just the other day Jack was talking about how much fun he had with you on movie night and playing games. Every time we left your apartment the first question out of his mouth is when are we coming back?" Emily still had the gun pointed at her head, "I love you Emily. Please don't do this."

She fell to the floor, dropping the gun, "Oh, god what is wrong with me?" She put her head in her hands.

Hotch pushed the gun out of reach and held her, rocking slightly trying to sooth her. Even a few of his own tears fell. The thought of Haley lying dead on his bedroom floor haunted his memory once again. He couldn't let that happen to Emily. He loves her more than words could describe and the thought of this beautiful fair skinned, dark haired woman lying on his floor, in her own pool of blood taunted his thoughts. This taunting had almost become a reality if things had not got back under control.

Several minutes passed. Hotch picked her up and took her to her bedroom staying with her till she fell asleep.

Hotch was lying restlessly in his bed. He couldn't get the thought of Emily holding the gun to her head out of his mind. Suddenly a piercing scream came from her bedroom.

Hotch ran down the hall. When he opened her door she was not in her bed. "Emily!" He heard whimpering coming from between the bookshelf and the wall. "Emily?" He walked over to the sound and saw Emily sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest.

"He was there Hotch, standing beside my bed. Make it go away."

"Come with me." He said holding out his hand.

"Where?"

"You're not sleeping alone."

"No. I…"

"Emily."

"Fine." She took his hand and followed him to his room.

"Go ahead and lay down. I'll turn the T.V. on. It always helps me and Jack when we have bad dreams."

He crawled into bed, and pulled the covers up on her, rubbing her back, helping her go to sleep. When she was peacefully sleeping he turned off the T.V.

After the storm that blew in last night, morning came with the sun creeping slowly through the blinds. Sergio's tail whipped across Emily's face. "Good morning Sergio." Emily looked on the other side of the bed and Hotch was gone. "Hotch!"

He came running to the bedroom, "Yeah, I'm here." He said out of breath.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that..." Emily looked down.

"I'm not going to leave you."

"I know." Emily picked up Sergio. "That was the best night of sleep I have had in a really long time."

Hotch couldn't take the smile off his face, "Me too. Although it's going to take some time getting used to sleeping with Sergio." Emily looked at him with a questioning look on her face.

Hotch sat on the end of the bed, "I mean I want you to come live with me and Jack." Emily opened her mouth to argue against it but Hotch held up his hand, "Just listen for a minute." He took a deep breath. "I almost lost you last night. It scared me and the thoughts of being without you are unbearable. I had a lot of time to think last night and this feels right." He stands up proudly. "I've made us breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes as a matter of fact." He ended with a smile on his face.

"I've never seen you smile so much."

"Emily, you give me a reason to smile."

"I'll stay Aaron, but only if it's okay with Jack."

"Of course. So how about some pancakes?" He said raising his spatula.

"Sounds perfect." She said smiling back to him.

Next we will find out if she is pregnant or not and how she is coming along with all she has been through. Please review and let me know what you think.