We're still on Season 2, Episode 9 - 'The Last Word'.

I appreciate this is a slow burner but stay with me!

Reid had started rambling about statistics of serial killers who are active in one place at a single time, opposite him, Hotch was plagued by the memories of the stunning brunette he had left stood outside of his office not long ago.

-Flashback to July 1998-

It had been almost 3 weeks since Aaron started his new job with the Ambassador. His team had quickly adjusted to his ways to operation, the staff who also worked for the Prentiss's had gotten to know him and he was much more comfortable with his surroundings. Agent Buchanan was more than right when he said the Prentiss family would accommodate to him.

He was still weary of Barnes. In fact, the agent on many occasions had turned up late for shifts, clocked off early, strayed from instructions and was quick to question Hotch. This of course got on his nerves but there would be a time and place for reprimanding the agent. Hotch had begun to start meetings with his expectations and praise for the work ringing clear. He hoped this would light a fire under Barnes' ass and he'd step it up or lower his guard. Hotch would eventually give him hell.

Hotch had seen Emily around the house. Each time it became harder to not fall further under whatever spell she had cast over him. He couldn't help but be attracted to her though he couldn't feel anything for her, he barely knew anything about her and it would be so so wrong! He could get fired and blacklisted, and that absolutely would not happen over a crush. It didn't stop him making an effort to address her when she appeared - he was gentleman after-all - like in the grand foyer a few days after she arrived home...

Emily jogged down the stairs obviously in a hurry to leave, she had her hands in her hair holding it up and a clip in her mouth. She hopped off the last step and moved past the small circle of agents to stand in front of a long mirror. Hotch noticed as she took the clip from her mouth and pinned back her hair and fumbled with the loose tendrils that dangled down either side of her face. 'Stop staring, man!' he thought to himself.

She grabbed her torn up denim jacket that was hanging up by the door and pulled out a lipstick from the pocket. He watched her carefully apply the bright red application to the already full lips that certainly didn't need any help. He internally made an excuse for his watching her as 'part of the job'. His subconscious scolded as if insulted by the ridiculous ideal.

"Good morning, Miss Prentiss." He spoke as the discussion with the agents on shift had finished.

Emily rubbed her lips together and looked past her reflection towards the direction of the voice behind her... the one she was slowly becoming addicted to. Sure, she had crushes on a couple of the agents who worked for them in the past but Agent Hotchner was something else. She was crushing hard and was suscpicous that he felt the same; she felt his eyes on her constantly, the had brushed past eachtother and she could swear she heard his groan.

"Morning, Hotch." Emily smiled at his reflection.

"Have a good day and be safe." he said again as Emily grabbed her car keys and opened the front door.

"Yeah yeah, I'll be home soon anyway." she waved off his instruction as she slammed the front door.

Hotch wondered where she was off to and with whom, though his job was more about the ambassador, he couldn't help but let his mind go back to Emily. Silly that the first two words he heard her speak today had held his heart like a boa constrictor. Fortunately, his busy working day distracted him enough to forget her… for now.

After a long meeting with the Ambassador and another two meetings with his team for debriefs, he noticed that the entire day had run away from him. It was already 4pm and he was fortunate enough to clock off earlier than usual. Deciding that he would make use of the pool that the Prentiss' had on site today, he made his was to his bedroom and caught sight of Emily's door ajar. He held the door handle of his own and listened intently, he could her shuffling around in her room singing along to whatever rock music she was listening to. He grinned at the thought and entered his own room to change into his bathing suit.

It was late afternoon, so he thought it was ok for him to head downstairs in his old Harvard hoodie and basketball shorts, and tennis shoes with a towel draped over his shoulders. This way he could pat himself dry and slip on the old clothing rather than leave wet footprints over the house, and that's if he didn't slip on the shiny marble flooring. Of course, it wouldn't be appropriate for his employer or subordinates to see him with no shirt on either. He was grateful for his level of overthinking in a situation like this.

He made it to the pool and saw the glistening water's reflections on the walls from the sunlight shining though a stunning window. It was much like the hallway leading to his boss's office, from floor to ceiling it allowed for the warm glow to cast a veil over the pool this time of day. Much thought must have gone into the design of the home. The pool was heated too, which he was thankful for although this time of year it would be like stepping into a hot tub, so he was glad to see the temperature gauge had been lowered.

Hotch walked the length of the pool and set his towel onto a small bench at the far end, which he saw was the shallower end. He slipped his feet from his sneakers and tucked them beneath the bench and undressed. First came his shorts, which he folded next to the towel and then he lifted his hoodie over his head, folded and placed on top of the shorts. He adjusted his trunks and felt a little self-conscious. It was just a swim, granted he didn't swim with a huge window leading out to a garden where staff, colleagues and a young girl whom he was forming a pathetic crush could walk by at any minute. He had to keep himself in shape somehow and when he wasn't running or lifting weights, swimming was definitely an old favourite.

He padded the length of the pool towards the end where he had just entered, and saw the water darken. '3 metres… that should be ok' he thought. He stepped up to the waters edge, held his arms out and dived into the pool.

The water was freezing against his skin, but the sudden shock quickly subsided and he effortlessly started swimming. One length backstroke and the next front crawl. The water felt rejuvenating, and he remembered how much he enjoyed being near water let alone in it. He kept an eye on the time as he didn't want to be in here for more than 40 minutes.

Half an hour crept by, and Hotch reached the end of the pool where his things lay on the bench. He heard the doors open and turned in the water to see young Emily Prentiss dressed in a robe.

He chose to ignore her and finish his work out. He swiftly ducked beneath the surface and swam another length; he could hear her walking in the opposite direction as he reached the deeper end. The last stroke was backstroke, he was more comfortable going backwards and all the while the water shielded him from Emily's gaze, he wouldn't need to worry about questions.

She didn't mean to come down to the pool. She assumed the agents used it in the mornings as this was when they had the freest time with long work schedules. When she opened the door, she could see a dark crop of hair peak out from the surface furthest away from here. She couldn't make out who it was until their head turned slightly over their shoulder and she saw it was Agent Hotchner.

Whilst she hadn't avoided him, she did try to keep her distance. She felt like they had a connection and apart of her wanted Hotch to admit it. She wouldn't know what that would mean for either of them, but it was worth testing. She hadn't heard him speak of a girlfriend, he didn't wear a ring, so he wasn't married, and she was also single. No guys on campus were worth her time, at least Hotch not only had a great job that he loved but he was also ambitious. Oh, and more importantly, he was utterly gorgeous. If more guys were like this, she wouldn't have to worry about meeting anyone.

Emily carefully walked along the side of the pool so not to slip and looked over at him doing the backstroke. Her eyes couldn't steer away from him, though the water covered most of him, she could tell he was hiding some muscle underneath those perfectly tailored suits he wore for his working day.

Emily reached the same bench where Hotch at neatly folded his clothes, and she bit her lip as she smiled at the thought of him being neat freak. She heard him panting behind her and the unmistakeable thrash of water. She held her robe tight together as she turned at the noise of the water and saw the muscles of his shoulders tense as he climbed out of the pool in front of her. He stood straight in front of her, and he noticed her eyes on him and she didn't hide it.

Lean, sinew muscle, a small smattering of hair on his chest. He wasn't ripped but he definitely took pride in his appearance. His abs weren't prominent but were evident and there was a light trail of hair leading from his belly button down past the waistband of the trunks he wore. Those trunks would be the death of her! They hung low and loose on his hips but tight on his thighs. Water cascaded down his legs and he shyly covered his torso with one arm and placed the other hand on his hip. He looked much younger with wet hair and water droplets dripping down his face.

"Miss Prentiss. Hello… hi" he stuttered.

"Hi Hotch, I didn't think anyone was in here. Sorry to interrupt you and I'm sorry for staring" Emily said bluntly and blushed.

Hotch chuckled and moved carefully to the pile of clothes and picked up his towel. He immediately put the towel over his head and ruffled to remove excess water from his hair. Emily couldn't help but look at his chiselled chest. The lean frame stretched and his shorts shifted on lower on his hips. Before she let out a moan fit for a porno, she turned around and began to pull at the knot on her robe.

Hotch noticed the air shifted between them again if that was possible. This was certainly not what he envisioned happening when he decided to use the pool today.

He pulled the towel from his head and face, and saw Emily's back to him.

"It's ok, I get it's a shock to see the agents in anything other than a suit and tie. I did think I had managed to change without anyone else here, I guess I was wrong" he loosened the tie on his trunks and pat his torso dry. Hotch wrapped at his towel around his waist and Emily opened her robe.

She gently shimmed out of the gown and brought it around her slim frame and hung it on a single peg next to the bench. She had to stand on her tiptoes to hang it up, but she kept her back to him the whole time.

Hotch's mouth fell opened at the sight of her. He could tell she was slim but now in from him in red two piece. He was going to hell for sure!

The skimpy red fabric clung to her perfectly rounded ass, leaving almost nothing to his imagination. Her legs were long and lean, he would guess she was a runner. Her frame was slight, but she had the most glorious curves. He realised it was him who could get in heaps of trouble if someone was to walk in right now and catch his eyes feasting on her body, but it didn't seem to faze him. He scanned back down to her ass in that tight red fabric.

"Aaron Hotchner, stop staring at my ass" Emily spoke as she tied her hair back out of her face.

"Uhh sorry." he replied honestly. Hotch averted his eyes quickly and sat down on the bench. He awkwardly managed to shed his trunks with one hand, all the while keeping the other on the knot on his towel. He didn't need to flash the younger Prentiss.

She couldn't believe he was staring her, though it would be hypocritical of her to complain about it.

"Emily, I'm sorry. If you chose to make a formal complaint to your mother and have me transferred, I'd completely understand. It was beyond unprofessional." he spoke lowly towards the ground. He was too ashamed to look up at her.

"You said my name" she replied.

His head snapped up and he held her eye rather than spend longer than a second looking at her flat stomach and toned legs. Her breasts were full, and her bikini top almost struggled to contain them. She was minxy; 'was she doing this on purpose?'

"Excuse me?" He asked, eyebrows knitted together.

"You said my name." she repeated.

"Oh... ohhhhh yes, it wasn't appropriate." Hotch's eyes widen as realised he crossed a line.

"No don't be. I've been begging for weeks now for you to just say my name." she smiled at him.

"Well, I am here to do a job. And.." his eyes closed as he caught himself before he said too much.

"And what, Hotch?" she whispered.

"And, if I said your name then you'd no longer be my boss's daughter. You'd be real, and once you're real you'll become something more than a silly little crush. I'm here to do a job but honestly, Em, it's getting difficult to be away from you" Hotch spilled his guts all the while looking away from her. The nickname left his lips before he could stop it. It didn't go unnoticed by Emily, her heart swelled at the endearment.

He picked up his shorts and slipped them under his towel to put them on. He stood up and turned around, dropped the towel but fast enough to cover his toned ass from sight and he faced her once more. Emily just blushed and pretended see more interesting something outside. Nothing would be more interesting that his glorious behind! He turned too quickly for to catch sight of his back but she guessed it would be just as chiselled as the rest of him.

Hotch picked up his hoodie, slipped it over his head and ruffled his hair again before he sat back down.

He leant forward, his elbow on his knees.

Emily looked down at the man in front of her. The 26-year-old career driven man who was working for her mother. A rebel at heart with a handsome man who had revealed he was crushing on her hard, she couldn't deny that she was feeling a spark between them though she thought it was nothing but harmless flirting at first.

"I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable. I even didn't know you existed when I took this job, and I certainly didn't expect to develop feelings like this. I'm sure I'll get over, obviously nothing can happen here" he gestured between them. Emily looked disappointed by his statement.

Deciding to take a risk, Emily leaned forward and gripped his forearms. Hotch sat up straight and wondered what she was doing. She took a deep breath, stepped forwards and straddled him to sit on his thighs.

She felt him go rigid immediately. He mustered all the strength he had to lay his hands flat on the bench rather than touch her.

"Emily, what are you doing?" Hotch whispered. Arousal dripped from each word, and there was a sexy husk to his voice. He seriously couldn't look anywhere but her eyes otherwise they would be in deep shit.

Emily placed her delicate hands on his toned shoulders and leant forward so their faces were only centimetres apart. She saw Hotch's eyes dart between her eyes and her lips, she could feel his control hanging on by a thread.

"I have feelings too, Aaron… maybe we can talk about how we feel later tonight?" she spoke almost against his mouth. Hotch licked his lips at the feel of her breath against them when she spoke in such close proximity. She shuffled back on his legs and stood up leaving Hotch aroused and confused. Emily grabbed her robe and hung it over her shoulder and walked out of the pool room with a confident sway of hips and spring in her step.

Hotch's eyes stayed on her until she was out of sight. He let his head drop backwards against the wall and he knew he'd have to wait before standing up and leaving, unable to hide his erection despite the loose material of his shorts. He was royally fucked.

Later that evening, Emily made her way to the kitchen to get a drink and took her textbook with her before heading back to her room. She'd thought about Hotch for the last few hours and butterflies had fluttered around her tummy since in anticipation for her chat with him.

She perched on the edge of the bar stool whilst scanning through the text of her Criminology book when the kitchen door creaked open. She looked up and saw Agent Barnes close the door behind him. This was not what she needed right now.

"Good evening, Miss Prentiss, what are you doing down here?" Barnes spoke as he slowly walked to the edge of the breakfast bar where Emily was sat reading.

"Am I not allowed to get a drink in my own house?" she shot back at him; she really didn't want to deal with his crap. She planned her time back home around his schedules, he wasn't on her details, and she always made sure another agent was with them.

"There's that smart mouth. You know, sweetheart, we could be friends" he replied and moved again so he was now stood beside her.

Emily scoffed and shut her textbook, uncomfortable at his closeness.

"I don't think so, Agent. Now, I have more pressing matters to attend to… like choosing a new nail polish..." She stood from the stool and tucked it underneath the bar.

"Goodnight." she spoke again. Agent Barnes grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into his body. Emily hissed as his fist tightened around her limb and her free hand came up to his in order to attempt to pry his fingers from her.

"Dan, let go of me, what the fuck are you doing!" she spat at him.

"C'mon now, sweetheart. I know we've had our moments, and whilst I don't like your tone with me, I am happy to put it all behind us if you show me a thing or two... I know what you're capable of in the bedroom." he grinned at her as he spoke. His eyes had gone black, and she could feel his arousal against her stomach. Emily felt like she was going to be sick.

"I bet my salary that you wouldn't mind being bent over and fucked from behind. You know exactly what you do to me when you shake that tight little ass as you walk." he ducked his head slowly towards her neck, she felt his nose against her skin and heard his sharp inhale. Her already active fight or flight mode really kicked into gear.

Emily managed to lean back away from his face and kneed him straight in the crotch.

"Aahh, you fucking bitch!" Barnes let go of Emily and doubled over holding himself.

Emily moved around the breakfast bar, silently cursing her family for such as a ridiculous piece for their kitchen at this time. She reached for the door and opened it but not before a hairy hand slammed it closed next to her face.

Barnes recovered quicker then she hoped he would, and she backed away.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that was silly wasn't it?" he lunged forward to punch Emily hard in the face. The pain radiated through her immediately as she feel to the floor, she tried to hold her balance but the force of his fist would have made a grown man stumble.

The floor was cold against her face that was now hot like lava. She could feel blood trickle from her nose and down her lip. She willed herself not to cry and show him any weakness. She had read Agent David Rossi's latest book, and she knew that the more she bargained with Barnes, the more he'd enjoy himself.

He crouched down in front of her face and eyed her body. Her baggy Yale sweater and the tiny little shorts that she wore just to tease him. He grazed his fingers along the edge of her shorts, down her thigh to her knee.

"C'mon now, sweetheart. I've seen the way you look at me, at us all. I know what a little cock-tease you are. Mmmm, this skin has kept me up at night and now, you'll run to mommy and daddy, and I'll be reassigned. We could have had some fun; I like chicks like you. Preppy during the day, and a whore in the evening." his disdain evident again.

Emily managed to speak though her mind screamed at her not to antagonise him.

"You? I've never been attracted to you. Sure, there have been moments where you may have caught me staring in your direction but that's not because of what you think you have. That ridiculous over inflated opinion of yourself." She croaked.

"It's because of my studies. I know to keep as far away from you as possible and I also know that one day, the women around here and in your life will be free from YOU!" she finished speaking. The last word came out louder than she intended. She waited for him to make his move.

His face fell and demeanour changed at once. His fingers left her leg and moved up her body to her neck where he squeezed and pulled her face towards his.

"Another time. You really are exquisite. I'll be seeing you, Emily" he licked his lips and after a final hard squeeze of her neck shoved her against the floor and he raised up to tower over Emily. A swift kick hard into her stomach jolted Emily against the cabinets. She gasped as the wind left her body. Currents of pain flowed through her; her knee was sore where she landed on the floor, her stomach and ribs were screaming, and she had a splitting headache. Her eye was beginning to swell and as she bit her lip to stifle her whimpers, she felt the blood beginning to dry around her nose.

Barnes cleared his throat and buttoned his jacket. He didn't look at Emily as he made his way to the kitchen door and proceeded to leave the room. He straightened his tie and smoothed down his jacket before looking up the length of the hallway leading to the ambassador's office. Barnes saw it was clear and made his way toward the foyer and left the house.

Hotch opened the ambassador's office door to leave the room and further locked up. He saw a figure in the corner of his eye and to his annoyance noticed it was Barnes in front him, coming from what Hotch new to be kitchen. The Agent was light on his feet. He made his way to the grand foyer and out of the house rather quickly.

'He wasn't due to be here this evening, why the fuck is he here?' he thought. He let curiosity get the better of him and slowly moved to the kitchen door where he turned the door handle.

Pitch black filled his vision as the kitchen lights were off and Hotch entered the abyss. Moonlight peered through the window and his eyes adjusted low light within a few seconds. With the darkness engulfing him, he steadied his breathing before moving around the breakfast bar only to stop in his tracks at the sight in front of him.

- Present day-

It had been three days, and the team delivered the profile of both the Mill Creek Killer and the Hollow Man to the local PD. Hotch and Gideon knew that whilst the Hollow Man's confidence would continue to grow, he had to keep up with the Mill Creek Killer who was the more predicable of the two scumbags.

Another day passed and Hotch spoke with Reid about the Hollow Man's response to the lack of attention from the press. Two more women had been shot, and he was growing impatient. Reid made a connection from the papers left at the latest crime scene and the trap was in place to catch him.

Finally, they caught him and Gideon decided to talk to him in order to piece the last piece of the puzzle together; catching Mill Creek. It didn't take long for the need for attention to plague the Mill Creek killer. He held an officer at gun point just to prove a point about credit. He was arrested as was Hollow Man and St Louis could rest easier.

On the jet back to Virginia, exhaustion took over Hotch as he scanned tomorrow's headlines for the paper remembering the victims. He was pleased to see neither men were mentioned and the victims could be memorialised as they deserved.

Back at Quantico, the agents collected their things to head home and get as much rest as possible. Hotch climbed the stairs to his office where he strode in and immediately sensed another person behind him. He turned and found Emily Prentiss on the small sofa reading.

Disappointment and surprise filled him.

"Please tell me you haven't been there for the last four days" he kept it short.

"I heard you were flying back tonight" Emily replied in hope that is would ease his coldness.

He frowned and fought the tiredness.

"Heard? How… how could you have heard a thing like that?" he asked Emily, he couldn't help but analyse everything she said, her body language included. He didn't trust her for one second, not because of their history but because something was clearly happening that he hadn't been privy to.

Emily stood and handed him a file. He pressed his lips into a thin line and held out his own hand holding a small pile of folders like a plate for her to add to.

"This was dropped off today" she said to him with a smile.

He'd decided to give in with the cold front has this clearly didn't work.

"I appreciate your interest agent, but profiling is a speciality" he spoke a little gentler and with what he hoped was kindness in his eyes although the bite of the word "agent" would have even made him flinch.

"Actually, why are you here?" he went back on his 'gentle' attitude and snapped at her.

Emily was taken aback by his hot-cold tone.

"I told you; I was supposed to be starting at the BAU over four days ago but I was disregarded like trash" she glared at him.

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration at her avoiding the actual point of his question. If he knew one thing about Emily, it was that she was not stupid.

"No, Emily, why are you here… in my office? Why are you here in front of me?" his tone angry.

"Hotch, I am here for a job. I didn't know you were the Unit Chief here." he scoffed at her.

"and I certainly didn't know you hated me. What has changed? We ended on good terms, did we not?" she asked, nervous for the answer.

"I... Yes, it was fine, the way we ended was fine. I just didn't expect to see you again. Of course, paths may cross professionally but I guess, I was naïve to think I'd go on to live my life without seeing you again and honestly, Em, I was more than ok with that. I can't afford to have you here." he spoke with a hint of desperation; he didn't want her around and the team didn't need her around.

Emily's eyes widened at his harsh words and she chose not to think more into his use of the nickname he assigned to her all those years ago, "Well, good to know it was just fine for you". Hotch just shook his head.

"That's not what I meant" he interrupted her.

"It ended on good terms in my mind but, obviously, it was painful for us both. I don't think about it because letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do". she began to say and continued, "But if I knew this is what would greet me when we finally saw each other again then I wouldn't have let it consume me the way it did. If this" she gestured between them, "is about budget, then I must really need to call Yale, because I don't understand why there is a problem. I have the documentation." she snapped back.

"When I said that I couldn't afford to have you here, I wasn't talking about the budget. I-I'm married, Em." He dropped the files and raised his left hand.

Emily was stunned by his admission. Her heart shattered. She knew he would move on; he was smart and handsome but it didn't hurt any less. She pulled herself together fast before speaking to him again. He would have to go into one of her carefully constructed little boxes in the back of her mind.

"Like I said, Hotch, I'm here because my transfer was successful. I am not here for you". He flinched at her raised voice. He shouldn't be upset by her words because he was married.

But here was his first love…standing in front of him admitting that the end of their however brief of a relationship, was the hardest thing she's gone through. Could he really be near her every day? Could he work with her and not touch her? Hear her voice and know he couldn't do anything about it? Would having her here, open the part of his heart that was locked up tight - safe. He quickly changed the subject back to profiling.

"Anyway, we can't let anyone who wants to give it a whirl, Prentiss". He'd had enough of the back-and-forth with her. She was still stubborn as hell and his patience after this case was on wafer thin ice. 'Oh, address her by her last name will keep her at bay. Well done, Hotchner!' his mind scoffed at his pathetic attempt to protect himself.

"The I-80 killer. Co-eds in Indiana?" she said and gestured to the file.

"Yes, I read it on the plane". Hotch was starting to pack up his bag and briefcase so he could finally head home. To his wife and child.

"These aren't blitz attacks. This guy's organised" she said.

Hotch straightened up and watch her as she spoke, deciding to humour her.

"He's a white male, early 30s and a smooth talker…" 'Hmm. Impressive' he thought and moved around his desk to step in front of her as she continued.

"… because even after 11 victims, he can still convince educated women who know there's a predator out there to get into his car".

He stared at her whilst she spoke and finally asked "how would you advise the police?".

Emily's blood thundered in her ears as she thought of her notes on the file. She moved across the room towards him and give her answer about a stakeout at a nightclub and how there is a common thread with the times many of the victims had gone missing.

Hotch was unsure, and it must have shown on his face because she spoke again.

"This isn't a whirl, Agent Hotchner" her diplomatic roots coming through as she spoke. This wasn't Emily speaking to Aaron, this was Agent Prentiss and the Unit Chief of the BAU. If he was going to play the formal card, then so was she.

"I don't know how the paperwork got screwed up" Hotch titled his head as he listened to her talk to him.

"Or maybe you believe my parents pulled some strings, which they didn't by the way" irritation ladened her voice. She has always been able to read him like a book and knew this is where his mind went to when she rocked up at his office. It pissed her off that because of her name, people were quick to assume that her accomplishments rode on her parents and not her own hard work.

"I belong in this Unit and all I'm asking for is the chance to show you that" She finished talking but held his stare. She would never back down from anyone and certainly wasn't going to let him win.

Hotch could sense that the silent accusation had annoyed her and at one point - a million years ago - he would have calmed her and do what he could to make her feel safe. He was surprised that this time he didn't care. He forced himself not to care. He didn't want her here and would get to the bottom of why she was here soon enough. He was impressed by her audacity to hold eye contact with him, he knew he could be intimidating.

"I still need to look into this, I'm not promising anything" he replied.

"Understood" she replied quickly.

"We brief new cases every morning at 10am. You can see facilities management about a desk" he nodded towards his window.

"You won't be sorry" she smiled and turned to collect her box of things. She bit her lip as she hurried out of his office, pleased that she was here, and he was giving her a chance.

Hotch admired her resilience but knew this would bite him in the ass. He was determined to not let her take over his mind and just focus on his job. He watched her leave and didn't miss how she bit her lip. Ohhhh that lip... He wanted to bite that lip. 'Christ, I've missed her' he thought.

He saw her hop down the stairs and he ventured back to when their relationship changed.

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