"You're so beautiful."

Emily giggled and leaned across the gear shift, pressing her lips to the older man's when he pulled her head towards his. "Thank you," she grinned, letting him play with a few locks of her hair. "Love you."

Hotch pressed a final kiss to his fiancé's lips before pulling back. "I love you too, darling."

"So the random proclamation on love?" the ambassador's daughter laughed, flipping her dark hair over her shoulders. "What's with that?"

Hotch gave a scoff, grinning over to the younger woman before backing out of their parking spot. "I can't tell my beautiful girl I love her?" They had been driving from state to state on their week off from work, and they were finally almost back home with a bundle of souvenirs in the back seat of their SUV.

Emily leaned back in her seat, a smile staying painted along her face. "Of course you can." She let her head roll to the side and look to the man she loved. "You know I love it when you do that."

"And yet you question it."

The younger brunette immediately nodded her head. "Oh yes," she said cheerfully, trying her best to hide her smile from her fiancé. "It's my job to question."

Hotch reached over the console to take his fiancé's hand in his, and he shook his head. "You shouldn't question my love for you, sweetheart."

Emily almost rolled her eyes. "You sound so corny."

"Is that ok?"

The brunette snorted, her eyes shut as she laughed, nodding her head to agree with the older man. "Of course." She let her head sit back against the seat as she looked around at the beautiful greenery throughout Southern New York. They had wanted to take Jack on their little adventure for the week but Haley had already promised him a summertime trip to her parents house all the way in California, and they couldn't just take him when they wanted. "Jack would have loved this."

Hotch nodded absently along with his fiancé, squeezing her hand just slightly to let her know that he was listening.

"Good thing we got him a million new toys," the agent snorted.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes, enjoying each other in the silence, before a familiar song started on the radio and it made its way into Emily's ears. "Babe," she gasped, letting go of her fiancé's hand so she could turn up the volume in the car. "Listen!"

Hotch turned his attention away from the road for a minute to glance over to the beautiful woman in the passenger seat, and he smiled. "Your favorite song."

"Our favorite song," the brunette corrected.

He laughed as the younger woman started to bop around to the song in her seat, her body swaying as well as it could in her seatbelt from side to side. "You realize I only say that it's our favorite song because it's your favorite song?" He loathed this song; the upbeat tune drilling its way through his ears and into his brain made him want to jump out the window each and every time he heard it. But Emily liked it, so he liked it too.

Emily pouted, reaching back over the console to grab her fiancé's warm hand. "You love this song."

The husky whine in her voice as they came to a stoplight made the older man's face light up in a smile, and he took a small moment to lean in and kiss her lips. "I love you."

Emily grinned, her fingers getting ready to rake themselves through his hair before her eyes glanced out the windshield, and she was a sixteen wheeler coming down the wrong side of the road and barreling straight toward them. "Aaron!"

He gripped the wheel with both hands and stepped on the gas pedal, turning them out of the way of the oncoming truck as best he could.

"Aaron!"

They were hit; the truck slamming into Emily's side of the car and sending the SUV spiraling, flipping them over and pushing them into a ditch just beside the practically deserted road.

She could feel blood running from her nose and eye, the sticky liquid all over her face and dripping down her body. "Aaron?" Her voice cracked, her head pounding as she tried to pick it up. "Aaron?"

"Emily?"

The brunette woman cried out as she tried to move her arms, her body stiff and aching, and her eyes immediately shot open.

Why couldn't she feel her arm?

Hotch groaned as he unbuckled himself, noticing the smoke coming from under the hood of the SUV. "Emily, we have to go."

The chocolate eyed woman cried, her left arm reaching out and pushing against the older man. "Aaron," she whispered fearfully. "Aaron I can't feel anything in my arm."

The Unit Chief went still.

"Aaron!" the scared woman cried out, too scared to look down at her arm. "Aaron you have to help me!"

Hotch was fast to yank her out of her seatbelt, her door too smashed to be able to open, and he dragged her as carefully as he could across the gear shift.

Emily's jaw dropped at the pain, her one good arm holding onto her fiancé as tight as she could.

"You're ok," he whispered, kicking his door wide open so he could get them both out. "Hold on baby, it's ok." The father of one grabbed her around the waist once both his feet were on the ground and pulled, feeling her nails digging into him. "Push against the door with your feet, ok? Push."

The brunette sucked in a breath, a shooting pain coursing up and down her leg.

Hotch noticed the smoke start to bellow out from under the hood of their car and tugged on his fiancé once more. "Push! Now!" He felt her body press against his and he pulled her, sending both of them tumbling down and out of the car. "Here here," he ushered, helping her sit up on the grass. "It's ok."

Emily shook her head, barely hearing as the older man called to the cars on the road to call an ambulance. All she was focused on was the pain. "Aaron," the younger woman whimpered, her eyes small and scared as Hotch knelt down before her. "What's wrong with my arm?"

He pressed a reassuring kiss to her forehead before looking at her right side, his heart falling into his stomach when he didn't see her arm.