Jemily
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Once JJ looses Emily she feels miserable and lost without her she has no clue Emily is still alive, she also discovers she has feelings for Emily, as Emily for JJ. She has trouble grieving so Hotch tells her to take a few weeks off. JJ decides to go to Paris while she's in Paris she gets kidnapped, Until the team takes the Jet to get to Paris they need someone to get there before them, so Hotch calls Emily since she's been living in Paris because of the whole Doyle incident. Emily gets there just in time to save JJ. Once the girls see eachother they feel some type of feeling they have never felt before.
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"Why didn't you wait for backup?" He yelled. "I didn't want him to get away." I said, walking further into the room. "You disobeyed my direct order." He said, still yelling. "Would you have rather me let him get away?" I said, getting louder. Not quite as loud as him. "You could have been shot." He said, still yelling. He took a step closer to me. "I know." "You could have been killed." He said, softer. "I know." I said, almost a whisper. "Your insubordination could have ended in death Catherine." He yelled inches away from my face. "I know." I said, getting louder. "I don't know how you could be so careless." He said, continuing to yell. "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" He said, yelling. He put his thumb and middle finger on the bridge of his nose. "Hotch, I-" his lips came crashing onto mine.

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