The only thing on his mind

SSAIC Aaron Hotchner was lying awake on his king-sized bed unable to fall asleep due to a certain raven haired woman that didn't seem to leave his mind. Emily Prentiss was the only person that remained on his mind after 24 uninterrupted hours of catching psychotic serial killers. She was the only person that made him smile these days. Well, her and his son, Jack. At first, after Foyet, he only saw Emily as his friend. A really good friend. Then, as their relationship escalated,, he began to consider her as his best friend. But one day, as he got home to his son Jack, he flopped down on the couch and began thinking about her. He thought about what it would be like to star spending a little more time with her. He thought about her smile. He thought about how she could brighten up his day with just a single word. He started to wonder how it would be like to be the one she always smiled to. And he realized something that night. He realized he never wanted to lose her. And she had been in his mind untol th present day.

Aaron Hotchner wasn't a stupid man. He knew that he was falling in love with his subordinate and he knew that he couldn't. He also hadn't missed the signs. He noticed the way she always tensed when he walked into the room. Or when he accidentally brushed against her. Or even when he showed her his killer dimples. He realized she was falling for him too. But they couldn't do anything. Not while they both still worked in the BAU. And he wouldn't risk both their careers for something that might not even work. Even if he was sure he would never find anyone like her. Suddenly a knock on the door sounded, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Come in" Hotch said, returning to his stern personality.

When he saw Emily pushing the door open he blushed a little, He automatically knew that if she stared at him long enough she would figure out the reason behind the blushing. She wasn't a profiler just for kicks.

"Hey Hotch. Just dropping the case files off. They're due to Monday." Emily quickly greeted him and handed him the files.

"Ok thanks" Hotch replied, not raising his eyes from his own files.

The first thing Emily noticed when she walked in Hotch's office was his face. He was blushed! She had never seen him blush.

"Are you ok Hotch? You seem a little flustered." She stated, concern noticeable across her voice.

"I'm fine Prentiss" Hotch said in a decisive tone, but still without meeting her eyes.

"Oh, ok then." Emily figured he was too focused on his work to look at her. If only he knew how she felt about him… "Well, have a goodnight."

"You too Prentiss."

Emily started walking towards the door when she felt the urge to take one last look at him. She turned on her heels and focused on his eyes. They were "trapped" on a blank point on the file. And that's when it hit her. He wasn't too focused on the file to look ate her. He was trying to avoid her eyes! But why?

"Hotch, what is going on?" she asked, genially concerned.

"I don't know what you mean" he said, a glimpse of fear appearing in his voice.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that your voice is wavering like you're afraid of something and you won't look at me!"

Hotch gulped. He was doomed. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't tell her the truth that was for sure, but if he lied to her she was definitely tell. He decided to just play dumb.

"Prentiss, I really have no idea what you're talking about." He said, his voice low and steady now.

"Oh really, then why won't you look me in the eyes and tell me that again?" she questioned, approaching him.

Hotch knew he had to distract her of this conversation. He wouldn't last much longer. It was like he was being interrogated and she was damb good at him. He didn't even think Rossi would last long with her! He got up and walked across the room to a small table occupied with to stacks of unfinished case files.

"Prentiss I'm fine, I told you. I guess I'm just distracted because of this last case."

"Bull shit!" she exclaimed, following him and trapping him between the table and her body. "Hotch, it's me! I know when something is wrong with you! Why can't you just look at me?"

"Because you'll know" Hotch thought.

"Know what?"

OH FUCK! He had said it out loud! There was no escaping from this now. He had to look at her.

He slowly raised his head and met her eyes. He was aware of that lust and attraction were written all over his face. She would certainly read him like an open book. He watched as her eyes widened and she tilted her head to the side. She didn't back away; he didn't expect her to anyway. And in that moment all he would like to do was to kiss her. Hotch knew he shouldn't. Knew it wouldn't be right. But honestly, he didn't care a rats ass about it right now. Automatically his large hand cupped the back of her head and he crashed his lips onto hers, bringing all the lust and passion to the kiss. She responded immediately to the kiss wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing him closer to her body. But Hotch had to stop. He couldn't risk her job and her career over him.

He pulled away from her kiss swollen red lips.

"I'm sorry, we can´t." he stated matter of fact, heading for his desk and grabbing his suitcase. He walked towards the door and was about to turn the knob when he heard a very stunned Emily Prentiss say:

"But I feel the same way."

"I know" Hotch said, stopping for one second and then walking away, what he was sure was the biggest mistake of his life.