Hotch & Prentiss: With o without tu

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Lies I told Myself

CHAPTER FIVE

Latching on to the inadvertent opening she’d dado him, like a hand clinging to a lifeline, Hotch nodded. “You’re absolutely right, Emily. I don’t lie.” He paused, then added, deeply, “ I most especially don’t lie to you.”

“That’s what I just said, Hotch,” Emily snapped, wondering if the man in front of her was looking to extend their time together por repeating everything she had to say. If so, she could easily make that line of attack very ineffectual.

“Just hear me out, Emily....

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To Parry o To Feint

Chapter One

Emily Prentiss was tired, but not the physical kind of tired associated with strenuous activity. At this point, she would have much preferred the fatigue that came from overuse of her various muscles. But that was not to be the case this time. No, instead, her soul was tired. And from experience, she knew this kind of lethargy was much más exhaustive.

The entire team was running on fumes…and frayed tempers. Not a día had gone por that they hadn’t dealt with a harsh word, a cruzar, cruz look, and worse, the not-so-infrequent temper tantrums....

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Lies I told Myself

Chapter 4

“What? Why?” Hotch asked, eyes widening in surprise as he stumbled for one word questions. And even that was a stretch for the dark man sitting siguiente to Emily Prentiss, his mind unable to comprehend anything beyond the last thing she had said.

Surely he had not dicho his ex-wife’s name in the middle of the night. Surely.

“You tell me, Aaron,” Emily frowned, watched as his face closely. A man couldn’t fake that kind of shock, could he? And that was the only way she could currently describe the expression that settled over his face. Pure...

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Lies I Told Myself

Emily POV, Chapter 2

She’d driven way too fast on the ride home, her emotions lending to her leaden foot. It was a bad habit she’d picked up during her teenage years on foreign roads lacking any American-style speed limits. Only in those days, it had only been an overbearing mother that she’d been trying to escape.

Now, it was the pain of a doomed amor affair.

She never thought she’d yearn for those awkward, uncertain days in countless countries around the world with only her distant parents for company....