Anon asked for: âIâm leaving⌠and Iâm not coming back.â  Thank you for your kind words anon and thank you for this :) They hardly ever argue.  They donât have much time together, the time is never right, so the hurt exists in the quiet moments Emily spends alone on transatlantic flights, thinking about how he is never the one in this position.
But standing in his kitchen in the midst of her decision to start recruiting for her replacement and the feelers sheâs putting out in the FBI Academy, his obliviousness to the inequality in their relationship is just one thing too many, and she canât help it. Â The moment it slips from her lips, part of her wishes she could catch it and stop it before it shatters them, but the rest can see the reality: if this can break them, her silence is all thatâs holding them together. Â She has spent her adult life refusing to be that woman.
He is confused at first, defensive, utterly unaware that this could be the hill they die on, and she hates how hard sheâs willing him to say the right thing. Â âI didnât know you felt that way. Â If you donât tell me what you need -â
She feels a humourless laugh threatening and catches herself just in time â she wonât let herself be bitter in his eyes. Â âI need to not be the only one of us whoâs in this one hundred percent. Iâm about to hand over a job I was headhunted for, running a field office, and move back to a place I had to leave to save myself, because I believe in us and I want this.â
âI want this too,â he says, his voice strained, everything about his body language defensive.
âSometimes,â she replies quietly, and that shuts him up. Â The times heâs panicked and pushed her away stretch between them, the times sheâs had to reach out and pull him back, and she knows she could start listing them at this point, and that it could quickly become a sermon. Â Instead, she holds his gaze and says evenly, âItâs been too long and youâre asking too much for that to be enough, Aaron.â
She watches her words hit him and register, watches the flare of hurt and fear in his face, and she is relieved she doesnât have to give him the ultimatum outright.  Iâm leaving tomorrow, and if Iâm still this unconvinced, Iâm not coming back.  âItâs never about not wanting you,â he says, softer, his eyes searching. âI donât always know the right thing to do.  For Jack, for youâŚâ
âYou donât get to decide whatâs right for me.â
âI know that, I do, but when I think about what happened withâŚâ  He trails off, and she knows what heâs thinking: Haleyâs name is more than this conversation can handle.
âShe fell in love with a high school kid,â Emily says, when it becomes clear he isnât going to finish his sentence. Â âShe didnât marry a BAU Unit Chief. Â It wouldâve been a miracle if she still wanted to be with the man you grew into. I chose that. Â You donât need to protect me from your screwed up life. Â Protecting me is my job â let me worry about it.â Â He flinches, starts to speak, and she adds, more quietly, âAnd Jack? Â When do you think this is wrong for Jack?â
This, she knows, is where he could destroy her. Â He takes a moment before he answers. Â âHe canât lose you too,â he says eventually. Â She sighs, tension leaking from her even though on the surface his answer is completely unsatisfactory.
âThat is an excuse,â she says.  âAnd you know it.â  She shakes her head, her frustration bare for a moment.  âYou donât need an excuse to be afraid of losing me.âÂ


















