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Chapter 8

"Morgan I'm asking you not to do this." Hotch says pinching the bridge of his nose. "What the hell Hotch? I just don't get it!! You were such a good husband to her! She loves you, man!" Morgan says staring at him. Not understanding how a man he has looked up to for so long has turned into a wife beater. "I know Morgan. My anger just gets out of control. But sometimes Emily deserves it. Someone has to put her in her place." Hotch retorts trying to defend his actions. "Are you serious right now Hotch? Did you just seriously say Emily deserves to be smacked around?" Morgan says clenching his fists in fury. "Yes, Morgan. I did. She shouldn't talk back to me. Someone needs to put her in her place." Morgan couldn't stand there and listen to it any longer. His fist flies from his side punching Hotch square in his eye. "Someone had to put you in your place, sir." He snarls before continuing "Hit Emily again, I'll be after you. I'm sure Reid, Rossi, and JJ will be right behind me. I'll have Garcia ruin your life. Do you understand me?" Morgan snaps. "Get the hell out." Hotch says. Morgan scoffs before walking out of the room shaking his head. He goes back into his own room locking the deadbolt before getting into his own bed. He sighs knowing his knuckles will hurt tomorrow. With that thought he slips into his own deep sleep.
The next morning Emily awakes to her phone alarm going off. She turns it off sitting up. She looks around in confusion before remembering the night before. She mentally sighs before getting off the bed. Morgan was in the shower so she headed back into her own hotel room. Quietly she opens the door and walks slowly to where her bag was laying on the floor. To Emily's advantage Hotch was showering. It was only 4:30. They had 30 minutes before they needed to be headed anywhere. She looks in the mirror and sighs. After changing into her work clothes she puts makeup on to cover the bruising. After putting on a bit of mascara Hotch exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Her tummy flutters. Even after 6 years the sight of him makes her stomach go crazy, even through the past couple days. She loved the man. There was no doubt in that. "Aaron...." Emily gasps as she sees the bruise covering his eye. "Morgan decked me last night." He says pulling on clothes. "Oh babe. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Emily says turning after as round placing her hands on his bare chest. "Don't, Emily" he says pushing her off of him. She knows better than to piss him off anymore. She turns and walks out of the room to get breakfast and coffee. Down at the coffee station she finds JJ. "Good morning." Emily says pouring herself herself a cup. "Morning Em. Everything good?" JJ says sipping her own cup waiting for Emily to make hers. "I don't know. I can talk you about things when the case is over." Emily says looking at JJ for confirmation. JJ nods and they both head over to get bagels before they head off to the precinct...