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"I don't have to tell you guys that this isn't going to be reported." Hotch looked between the agents. "Three years is long enough to prove it won't affect your performance." He shuffled his feet, somewhat nervously. "Emily."

Morgan nudged Spencer.

"Why don't we give them some time?" He suggested. Spencer nodded, rising from the couch.

"We can finish that game of chess in my room." The younger man suggested.

"Is there even a point?" Morgan whined, following him through the middle door.

When they were alone, Emily patted the empty space beside her.

"Sit." She commanded the man towering over her. He obliged, turning slightly, so he could face her.

"Emily. I can't imagine what you went through with that man."

"Hotch." She interrupted.

"Please, Em. Just let me get this out." When she nodded, he continued. "You were willing to die in the hopes of saving my son. I can never tell you what that means to me. Jack is so lucky to have you, Garcia, and JJ. No one will replace Haley, but I'm so glad he has three strong female influences." She wasn't really sure where he was going with this. "I just want you to know that you are really a treasure in my life. All of you are." Emily's misty eyes were glimmering. Hotch never ceased to surprise her. Lightening the mood, she joked,

"One day you may meet Miss Right, and us not mean a thing anymore."

"It's looking more like Mr. Right, and he's not interested." Hotch realized instantly what he had done. He silently prayed Emily thought he was kidding.

"Rossi is more interested than you think." She poked at her boss's arm.

"What? Who said-? Uhh…" Hotch was mumbling.

"This is a new side of you. Flustered Hotch." Emily continued to tease the man. "Listen, Hotch, everyone sees how you two look at each other. It's a lot more obvious than the three of us, for sure."

"Prentiss." It sounded like a scolding, but she knew better.

"It's not one-sided. That's all I'm saying." She didn't push any further, and he asked no questions.

"Thank you, Emily."

"For what?" She scrunched her brows.

"Being you."