Undercover Love

Trails

"How far along are you?"

Emily turns around and doesn't look even slightly amused with Rossi acute observation.

"What?"

Rossi checks behind him," I asked how far along you are."

Emily grabs him by his expensive tie and pulls him into his office," listen closely." She leans in, hand still gripping tightly to his tie," you will not say a word to Aaron." She lets go and backs away. She smooths out her shirt," and for your information I'm about ten weeks."

She leaves without another word.

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"What if we moved to fast?"

What?

The words they continued to share were anything but the friendly banter that normally was exchanged.

Emily pankiced.

What if we moved to fast?

It keeps playing in her mind like a broken record. It's the only answer to a very simple equation.

Upon the words leaving his mouth she hadn't thought about them in the context that she now can't shake.

What if they did? What if what they have isn't meant to be permanent? Could their careers handle that? Could their hearts?

That's not how he meant to come across however. He just wanted reassurance that she wasn't going to leave. That his awful habits hadn't driven her off.

"Daddy.." Hotch looks up, utterly exasperated, to find around them heavy rain fall. " 's raining."

Hotch hits his head against the steering wheel.

Jack seats silently in his booster seat watching the rain beat against the window.

"Buddy?" Jack knows when his father just needs him to be good. Needs him to just do as he's told and expected.

"Yeah?"

Hotch sighs deeply," we're gonna have to walk." Hotch prepares himself for the question that he knows should be coming but it doesn't come.

"Okay." Jack had heard his father and Emily fighting. So he didn't ask his father why Emily couldn't simply take them.

Jack doesn't seem to mind that they're going to have to walk several blocks to get to school.

"Daddy why aren't you standing under the umbrella?" As soon as Hotch stepped out of the car his jet black hair was plastered to his skull.

"I've got to keep you dry," Hotch answers hollowly.

The rain swiftly soaks through his jacket and into his white dress shirt. He smiles down at Jack trying his best to make his son hurry along.

"Do you got more clothes at work?" Jack asks grabbing Hotch's hand so he can keep up with his father's long legs.

Hotch fixes the umbrella over Jack's small body," I'll be fine Jack. Come on."

The world stays behind as Hotch advances. The rain falls and dampens his socks.

Emily.

He didn't mean to upset her. Would she still be mad? A cold chill runs down his wet back. He'd forgotten Haley. In the past few weeks he'd actually forgotten about her.

"Daddy?"

How could he forget Haley so easily?

He didn't want to take a moment and even consider that perhaps Emily had helped him through his overwhelming guilt and depression. It's not that helping him was a bad thing it's just that she'd done it and he hadn't noticed.

"Daddy?"

Hotch snaps to attention... He'd stopped walking. Jack stands a few feet away looking slightly puzzled.

Jack walks back to his father's side and takes his hand," I miss Emmy too."

Hotch opens and shuts his mouth, dumbfounded.

"We gonna be late," Jack giggles as a drop of cold rain falls into his shirt.

"Yeah," Hotch mumbles.

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"He's soaked," JJ whispers as the senior agent drips past them leaving a trail with each step.

The observation was meet for Emily but the brunette ignored her best friend.

"Emily?" JJ can't tell if she's mad or concerned. "Emily?"

Emily snaps out of her trance and looks over at JJ," what?"

JJ smiles," trouble in paradise?"

Emily rolls her eyes," we're fine. Someone should probably get him some coffee."

Emily doesn't make the move herself but looks around at the others for one of them to.

"I'll get it," Rossi says, he'd been leaning against Morgan's desk, standing up and smiling.

Rossi grabs a few napkins with the coffee and cleans up the mess that his ex protege left behind.

"Emily's pissed," Rossi attempts once he's inside the safety of Hotch's office.

His ex-protege simply glares at him as he pulls off his soaked dress shirt.

"I've got a pair of dress pants in my office," Rossi offers but Hotch shoots him down.

"They won't fit," he shifts uncomfortably in his soaked undershirt and pants," my legs are to long."

Rossi nods and seats down in Hotch's couch, kicking his feet up on the table adjoining. "May I asks why Agent Prentiss has a particular distaste for your company today? Or perhaps why you're soaking wet?"

Hotch seats down in his chair and winces as the cold material of his slacks presses against his thigh. He ignores Dave for as long as possible before letting out a long sigh," I think she's pregnant, Dave."

His ex-protege sounds so distressed, sad, worried, stressed, and so many other things that Dave's heart hurts for the younger man. "What makes you think that?"

Hotch leans forward and rubs his temples," I don't know... I just can't get the thought out of my head."

Rossi brushes lent off of his black pants dismissively," son. You-"

Sorry I haven't updated all week❤ I feel like the worst author in the world.

It is important to know that I cut Rossi's off for a reason.... until next time?
-SH