More time had passed then Emily would've liked; seven months to be exact, but she was the only one counting. She felt like she had betrayed her entire team by faking her death. In a way she had. She knew she had to for her own safety and for her team, but she felt guilty beyond belief. Only JJ and Hotch knew that she was still alive.
The brunette sat in the dim light of the moon outside of a cafe. She slowly sipped on her coffee, laying in wait for her next instruction. She had been hopping from hotel to hotel for the months she was in Paris. It was beginning to trie her but she knew she had to keep moving until her new life was given to her. Emily had also cut her hair much shorter, just above her shoulders, and had grown out her bangs as well. She had began biting her nails again as well, as a way to cope with the stress and guilt of her situation.
As she scanned the dimly lit streets of Paris, her gaze fell on a man walking straight for her. For a moment, he froze, afraid that someone had found her who she didn't want to find her. But as the man got closer, she let out a small sigh of relief. It was Hotch. He looked different than she remembered. His brown hair was a bit longer now, and if it were possible, he looked more tired. He was wearing a dark trench coat and most likely a suit underneath.
Hotch sat down across from Emily and carefully slid a large yellow envelope in her direction. Although she had not reviewed the contents in the envelope, she knew exactly what they were: her new identity. She hadn't had an alternate identity since Lauren Reynolds, but this time it would be different. She would be doing it for herself, and not for anyone else.
With a furrowed brow, Hotch turned his attention to his former agent. "How are you doing?" He asked in a low voice.
Emily let out a long sigh. "Not great if I'm being honest." She said hanging her head. "I miss the team."
Hotch simply nodded. "I know. They miss you too."
"Of course they do. They think I'm dead." Emily scoffed sarcastically. She quickly snapped back into reality of the situation, and how Hotch was helping her stay safe. "I'm sorry. Thank you for doing this, Hotch. I know it's hard keeping this a secret from the team. I wish I could tell them I was ok."
"You'll be able to come back soon." He said with a half-hearted reassuring smile. They both knew he was trying to keep Emily hopeful. In reality, neither of them knew when she'd be able to come home. Doyle was still missing.
Emily straightened up, putting on a smile, wanting to change the subject. She leaned forward slightly on the table. "So, how's Jack doing?"
"He's doing ok." Hotch said with a slight sigh. "He misses you."
When Hotch said that, it broke Emily's heart. Ever since Haley died, Emily had been there to comfort Hotch and Jack. She had grown closer to the two, but Jack especially so. She missed him so much, and it almost brought Emily to tears lying to Jack like this. But she stayed strong. She quickly wiped away the tears forming in her eyes and put on a small and sad smile. "I miss him too."
Emily and Hotch sat in silence for a moment before Hotch perked up. "There is one perk that comes from this." Hotch said trying to reassure his friend.
"What is it?" Emily asked genuinely curious. She was frankly confused. What good could possibly come from this situation?
"You finally have an apartment to stay in." Hotch said grinning slightly.
Emily's eyes brows raised in surprise. It was a relief that she wouldn't have to check into a new hotel every few days. "Really?"
Hotch stood up from his seat, his smile growing slightly. "Yeah. Let me show you where it is."
Emily stood up from her seat and left some money on her table. The two walked down the cobblestone streets of Paris. The streets were fairly quiet, a few cars passing by every now and then. But there were almost no people to be found. The majority of the noise came from the clicking of Emily's heels.
Hotch stuck his hands into his pockets. He looked down at his feet for a moment before looking over at Emily. He noticed that Emily's nails and cuticles were torn apart as if they'd been chewed on. He knew it was a bad habit she used to have, but it had resurfaced during her time in Paris. "You're chewing your nails again?" Hotch asked carefully.
Emily glanced down at her nubs and shrugged. "Yeah. I started once I got to Paris. Force of habit I guess."
Hotch nodded once again. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Aw, it's not so bad. Paris is nice. The people at the Louvre practically know me I've visited so many times."
The two chuckled at Emily's comment. It was the first time Emily had so much as smiled in months. It was nice having a friend around, especially someone as close as Hotch. She cared for him deeply, but she was too stubborn to tell him or say it out loud.
After a short walk, they eventually arrived at Emily's new apartment building. She recognized this place. She ran by it frequently on her morning runs. They walked up a few flights of stairs before Hotch stopped at a dusty mint green door with a gold six hanging from it. "The key is in the envelope I gave you." Hotch said pointing to Emily's bag.
Emily quickly pulled out the envelope out her bag and opened it. She saw a small silver key and grabbed it. She stuck the key in the keyhole and opened her door. The apartment was decently sized. Enough for two people to live in. It had a spacious living room and kitchen. The bedroom and bathroom were a little smaller, but Emily was just glad to have a place to be at ease for once. She walked to the closet and saw that some clothes were already in there. She looked over at Hotch with a confused expression, to which he replied, "Curtesy of JJ." He said with a small grin.
"Thanks JJ." Emily whispered, smiling to herself.
"What do you think of your apartment?" Hotch asked leading her back out into the living room.
"I like it. I'm just glad I don't have to keep moving all the time." Emily sat down on the couch opposite of Hotch. She took off her tan trench coat to reveal her black turtle neck and high waisted plaid flared pants. Her hair was slicked back into a low ponytail. She kicked off her heels and let out a long sigh. She rested her head on her hand as it was propped up by the couch. "So, who am I supposed to be now?"
Hotch grabbed the envelope off the table and took out a file. It was somewhat small but "believable" for the time being. "Your name is now Adeline Theroux, and you work as an art director at the local high school."
Emily simply nodded in response. "Sounds good enough."
"I should get going. It's getting late." Hotch said standing up from the couch.
Emily quickly followed him, hopping off the couch. "Wait, I have one more question."
"Yes?" When Hotch turned around, he noticed how much shorter Emily was without her heels. He was easily four inches taller than her, maybe more.
"How much longer are you in Paris?"
"A few more days. Why?"
Emily took a deep breath. There was a fifty fifty chance that she'd regret what she was about to ask, but there was no harm in asking in the first place. "Would you like to go out tomorrow night?" Emily began to fiddle with his fingers in anticipation of his answer.
At first, Hotch was taken aback by Emily's question. Although shocked at Emily's forwardness, he was truly excited. Never did he think she would be the one to ask him out. He'd thought about asking Emily out quite some time after Haley died, but something about their situation made the pressure go away.
A smile quickly grew into Hotch's face which was rare, but when it happened it lit up Emily's entire world. She missed seeing him smile more. "I'd like that." He smiled at Emily.
Emily smiled brightly back at him. To Hotch, Emily's smile was the most infectious thing on the planet. It was so bright and wide, it could make anyone smile. "Great. I'll pick you up at 8:00 tomorrow night."
"I'll see you then." Hotch said, and Emily closed the door behind him. The brunette let out a long, relieved sigh. She wasn't entirely sure if this was a good idea, but it was the only one she had. She missed Hotch immensely and finding any chance to spend time with him would make Emily happy. She pressed her back the door as she smiled to herself. "Maybe this would be a good idea." She thought before making her way to her new bedroom.
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The next evening, Emily had arrived at Hotch's hotel room door. It was 7:58 and their reservation was at 8:30pm. She took a deep breath as she knocked on the door. She heard footsteps come to the door then it opened. There stood Hotch in a three piece navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and shiny black tie. His hair was slightly gelled. Emily looked him up and down in admiration before a friendly smile appeared in both their faces. "Hi, Emily." Hotch said with a smile as he adjusted the lapels of his jacket.
"Hey, Hotch. You look great." Emily said looking him up and down again.
"You do too." Hotch replied. "Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Hotch closed his hotel room door and placed his hand on the small of Emily's back, sending chills up her spine. She smiled to herself as Hotch slowly removed his hand. Noticing the height of Emily's heels, Hotch decided it'd be best to get a cab. No more than ten minutes later, they arrived at the restaurant. As they walked in, a petite blonde woman in a black dress walked up to them with a bright smile. "Bonjour Marie! J'ai votre table qui vous attend par ici. (Hello, Marie! I have your table waiting for you right this way)" The waitress said kissing Emily on the cheek.
"Bonjour Amélie! Heureux de te revoir. Voici mon ami Aaron (Hello, Amélie! It's nice to see you again. This is my friend Aaron)." Emily said gesturing to Hotch who gave the waitress a friendly grin.
Sometimes Hotch forgot that Emily could speak french; and he forgot how beautiful she sounded when she spoke the romantic language. "Il est très attirant. Vous devriez vous en tenir à celui-ci (He's very attractive. You should hold onto this one)." Amélie said with a suggestive smirk.
Emily let out a chuckle. "Il l'est définitivement. Je n'ai pas encore l'intention de le laisser partir (He definitely is. I don't plan on letting him go quite yet)." Emily winked and the two giggled together.
"Right this way." Amélie said grabbing two menus. Emily and Hotch quickly followed to a table with a view on the Eiffel Tower. "May I take your coat, Marie?"
"Yeah. That'd be great." Emily said taking off her trench coat.
Hotch felt a lump form in his throat when he saw Emily in her dress. It was short, tight, and navy blue. It was low cut and sparkled in the romantically lit room. The dress hugged her hips and waist almost too perfectly. The low cut of the dress accentuated Emily's cleavage, making it difficult for Hotch to look away from it. But Emily knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved it.
As they sat down at the table, they gazed at one another with small smiles. "So," Hotch finally began. "How did you find my hotel and room?"
Emily let out a chuckle, looking down at her hands before looking up through her dark lashes. "Just because I don't have the connections I used to, doesn't mean I'm not a good agent."
The two chuckled at Emily's mysterious answer. Then Emily's smile faded. A note of seriousness came across her face as she looked Hotch directly in the eyes. "Hotch, can I ask you a question?" Emily asked.
"You know you can call me 'Aaron' if you want." He said with a nod.
"Sorry. Force of habit. Aaron," Emily began, smiling slightly at how well his first name came off her lips. "Do you think I'll ever be able to come home?"
Hotch gently took Emily's hand in his, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. A wave of heat flowed through Emily's body when she felt her hand in his. "I honestly don't know. But for the sake of the team, I hope soon. They miss you, Emily." He said looking deep into her dark brown eyes.
"And you?" She asked shyly.
Hotch's lips formed a slight grin. "Well, I'm here with you now, so right now, I'd say 'no.' But everyday I don't see you, I miss you."
Emily smiled in returned. "I miss you too."
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After a couple hours, Emily and Aaron finally left the restaurant. They walked the silent streets of Paris for the second time. "I could get used to this." Aaron thought to himself. As the walked down the street in a comfortable silence, Emily's soft fingers grazed Aaron's calloused ones. Her breath hitched lightly at the sudden contact, but Aaron took this as an opportunity to take Emily's hand in his. She smiled down at their now intertwined fingers before looking at the man beside her.
They finally reached Emily's apartment, and she invited Aaron inside. They sat down on the couch like they done yesterday, Emily took off her jacket once again, making it difficult for Aaron to look away from her chest. "Do you like Paris?" Aaron asked.
Emily let out a sigh as she ran a hand through her raven locks. "I don't know. Of course it's a beautiful city, but it's lonely." She shrugged.
Aaron grabbed Emily's hand again, squeezing it. "You're not alone, Emily. I'll always be a phone call away, no matter where I am." Aaron said with a small smile.
"Thanks, Aaron. That means a lot." Emily smiled back.
They stared at one another for a brief moment before Emily'a temptation completely took over. Hunger filled her dark eyes, and before Aaron could fully register what was happening, Emily had pulled herself onto his lap, making her dress rise slightly. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him passionately, grabbing his cheeks. She hated being so desperate but she wanted Aaron bad, and she knew that he wanted her too.
Aaron placed his hands on Emily's hips, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. He pulled her onto his lap more, making Emily moan in pleasure as her center sat upon Aaron's growing bulge. Emily began to rock her hips back and forth on Aaron's lap, making him groan in pleasure as he searched for the zipper of her dress. Just as Aaron is near the end of the zipper, Emily grabbed his hands, pulling them away from her back. "I can't be the only one getting undressed." She said with a smirk.
Emily teased Aaron by pulling him closer by his tie, grazing his lips ever so slightly. Then Emily pushed off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. She admired his toned chest, running her hands up and down his muscles. Aaron smirked at Emily's somewhat surprised expression. "Like what you see?" He chuckled looking the stunning and flustered brunette in front of him.
"Shut up and kiss me." Emily said before pulling Aaron back in for another passionate kiss. Emily could feel Aaron's bulge getting bigger as her wet center rubbed against pants. And this didn't go unnoticed by Aaron. He pulled away slightly.
"I think we should take this somewhere else." He smirked before picking Emily up, making her gasp. She wrapped her strong legs around his torso as Aaron carried her into her bedroom, eventually falling into a tangle of sheets, breathless.
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