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-Emily.
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Through the flames
Emily looked around, JJ nowhere to be found. She wiped her face in her shirt and shook her head, a bad feeling bubbling in her stomach. “I’m going in.” She glanced over at the already burning building and swallowed hard.

“Emily, no!” It was Derek who protested. She stared at him with wide dark eyes, the smoke making then watery.

She stepped closer and puffed out her chest. “Do you have a better idea, Morgan?” She eyed the building and shook her head. “Somebody’s got to. My best friend is in there. She could already be dead! The fire department won’t be here for another five, maybe even ten minutes and not to mention, there is a psychotic serial killer in there with her! I am not just going to leave her in there and wait for the fire fighters to bring her out, dead!” She strapped on her bullet proof vest and loaded her gun, her eyes drifting over to Hotch as he spoke with the local LEOs by their cruisers. She exhaled deeply and turned away from Morgan, heading into the building without a mask, only a thin strip of fabric from her shirt tied around her mouth.

Derek watched her disappear into the flames and he closed his eyes for a moment before making his way to Hotch. He had tried to stop her, knew that he either should have gone with her or had held her down. But he knew it was no use. Stepping up to the unit chief, he cleared his throat and motioned towards the building as it slowly burned down. “We have a problem.” He shut his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. “You’re not going to like it one bit.” He paused, “Emily just ran in to find JJ…” He took a step back from the man, fearing his reaction at another agent going into the burning building.

Emily choked on the smoke. The cloth wasn’t at all thick enough, and the dusty debrise-filled air still got into her lungs, suffocating her slowly. Her chest ached and so did her throat. She surveyed the room, looking for her blonde friend. Her gun was poised at the ready in case she came face to face with their UNSUB, Walter Mills.

She coughed, trying to keep the cloth covering her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she couldn’t breathe.

Morgan watched as the very entrance of the building crumbled in, trapping Emily and JJ in with the serial killer. He shook his head, dialing Garcia. “Babygirl, how long until the fire department arrives? Emily and JJ are both inside and-”

Garcia gasped loudly and tracked the fire trucks. “Not looking good. Probably another three minutes?” Her usual bright and cheery voice was filled with worry. “Derek Morgan, I need my babies. You need to save them. I can’t lose either of them.” Her eyes filled with tears. A gunshot could be heard from inside the building. “WHAT WAS THAT?” She shrieked, needing Emily and JJ to be safe.

A bullet came hurling at Emily from around the corner. It missed her, but just by mere inches. Her vision blurred from the smoke but she fired off a shot, followed by three more before ducking behind a pillar in the building. She was losing oxygen. She could only imagine how JJ felt, being trapped somewhere in this building. She fired off another shot, pulling the trigger again and again. She heard a gasp and then a wheeze, a body slomping to the ground. Bingo. She had hit her target.

The brunette tightened the cloth around her mouth and nose, and quickly set off to look for JJ, calling out her name. She heard a soft moan coming from the room across from the one she was currently in, and she made her way to it, flames separating her from her friend. She swallowed and examined the height of them. If she hurried, she could jump over them before they raised higher. Getting back over was going to be a lot harder.

She heard a crumble as part of the ceiling began to topple in behind her. She screamed, the cloth falling from her face and leaving her exposed. “Shit!” Make that A LOT harder. She took a running leap and felt the flames lick at her heels. Once she had landed on JJ’s side of the room, she pulled off the vest and stripped off her shirt, needing something to keep even more smoke from getting into JJ’s lungs. Luckily, she was still breathing and making small moans, but besides that, her pulse was really weak. Emily pulled her against her chest, JJ’s body pressing against her bare skin and warming her through her sports bra.

“Hotch! There must be something we can do!” Morgan stared in horror as the building crumbled in on itself even more, pieces of wood falling off.

Shoot out
we’ve been writing eac other for two weeks. Wanna meet?

Emily stared at the message that just appeared on her computer screen. She bit her lip, thinking of a reply and glanced up as JJ walked over to her.

I’ll meet you at 7pm tonight? Founding Fathers. Okay?

Her “date”, or the man she had been messaging took advantage of her time not replying. She stared at it carefully and reread it over again before quickly sending a ‘Okay, see you there.’

She clicked send just as JJ studied the messages, a smile pulled tight on her lips. “Ooh, somebody’s got a date.” She winked with a soft sigh and lowered her voice. “What about Hotch?”

Emily tilted her head up to the catwalk and shrugged, somewhat confused, “what about him?”

Rolling her eyes, JJ shook her head. “How does Hotch feel? I mean, the two of you are-”

“-Not dating. I don’t understand why everybody here thinks I like him like that. Hotch is just a friend. He’s my boss.” She sighed softly, a roll from her own dark eyes as she exited the instant message chat. “Besides, it’s not really a date, I guess. We’re just meeting.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow at that, “Em, how much do you actually know about this man?” She watched her shrug and shake her head. “I can have Garcia-”

Emily quickly shook her head, mirroring her friend. “No. I don’t want to know all of the intrusive details about him. JJ, I just want to meet him and go on a regular date without knowing that he played tennis in high school, was into theater and ran track.”

A smile spread across JJ’s smile. “He did theater?” She chuckled softly, “Emily, it sounds as if you already looked him up. She saw the brunette blush a tad and laughed again, nudging her shoulder. “Just be careful tonight. I’ll have my phone on. Call me if you need rescuing or anything.”

Nodding, Emily smiled up at her friend and mumbled her thanks. She truly was grateful for having a friend like JJ to look out for her. Even if she was a bit younger than herself. Emily exhaled and eyed the clock. It was about time to head home. Nearly 5pm, giving her at least an hour and a half to get ready for her date.

As soon as the clock struck 5pm,she was packed up and heading out. She made her way to the elevators and pushed the button for the ground level. Making her way to her car, she checked her phone for any messages in case he had texted her or anything. The brunette drove off, towards her apartment to get ready for her date. While at home, she showered and brushed out her hair, and then spent a good amount of time digging through her closet for something to wear. She decided on just a normal everyday blazer and a pair of black jeans that made her long, lean legs appear even longer. Taking in a soft breath, Emily thought about canceling. Was this a good idea? She had worked a job, day in and day out, that showed her just how women were murdered from these sort of things. She swallowed hard and logged onto her computer, a message appearing at the home page.

Excited to meet you tonight. She exhaled slowly and chewed her lip, writing back a ‘Me as well. I’ll see you soon’. Before logging back off and finishing with her makeup and hair.

She got down to the restaurant at 6:50, always showing up a bit earlier than said. She waited in her car, parked out on the street and slowly got out. As she walked up to the sidewalk, her phone rang from inside her jeans’ pocket. She picked it up and put it to her ear. “David? Hi, I’m at the restaurant.”

“Emily, hey, I’m going to be a bit late. I’m stuck in traffic…um, do you-” his next words were cut off as a gun shot rang out from somewhere close by, followed by two more. Reacting to the sound just as she was trained to do, she twisted around and ducked behind her car, pulling out her gun from her purse and clicking the safety off. A woman nearby was already on the phone, ducking behind her car as well. “Hello, 911, there have been shots fired!”

Glancing around her car, she looked around, surveying the sidewalks and street. She didn’t see anybody or hear anything more. Within moments, sirens and flashing lights seemed to come into view. She glanced down at her phone as it lay on the ground, having dropped it in the process of getting her gun out and ducking, and she picked it up cautiously.

An hour later, she was pulled into an interrogation room so local officers could get a statement or at least some info. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I don’t know. I was meeting my date there and then gunshots rang out. I had my gun, but nothing else happened. Nobody in the area was hurt, as far as I could see.” The officer leaned in, “And who were you with?”

She sucked in a breath and wet her lips. “I was meeting somebody. His name is David Hendricks.” The officer nodded and looked at the door as it opened to reveal another officer.

“sir, there’s an agent Hotchner here for her…” He nodded at Emily, as if she couldn’t hear.

The first officer sighed. “Alright. Bring him in.” Emily’s eyes widened at that bit of information. Hotch was here? But why? She exhaled softly and looked out as the door opened again to reveal her unit chief standing there. Half a moment later, she noticed David was a step behind him. Her eyes widened just that little bit more and her jaw dropped slightly, her lips parting. “David?”

He pushed past Hotch and looked her over, “Oh god. I heard the shots over the phone. Are you alright? What happened?”

Emily nodded and glanced at Hotch, her cheeks blushing a scarlet. “Um… David, this is Hotch…”

thessaprentiss:

A grin spread across her lips as she was suddenly underneath him in one moment. “Hmm, yours.” She hummed against him, leaning he head up to his and nudging his nose with her own. “You’re never alone, Aaron. Remember that.” She kissed him gently, still able to feel his mouth on…

She felt a shift in the bed followed by voices and then loss of contact from Aaron. She peeked an eye open but her eyes remained closed as she listened to Aaron comfort Jack from his nightmare. She smiled to herself, knowing it was far too dark for either of them to know of her being awake. She felt a light weight press against her chest and grinned as she made it out to be the head of a small child. Jack. It was these moments that she loved about the man falling asleep next to her. He was gentle and loved his son so much. And he was strong and fierce and would kill a man in a heartbeat if he messed with him or his family. He had showed it.

The brunette placed an arm around Jack and she pulled him tighter into her side, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze to let him know that she was here and that she cared for him too. She felt Jack nod into her chest as he spoke to his daddy, “No one beats…Daddy.”

She sighed softly, chuckling soundlessly as she grinned. She felt Jack shift up a bit higher and she placed her chin ontop of his head, finding it surprisingly comfortable. She felt his downy hair against her chin and smiled, slowly drifting back to sleep for the night.

The rest of the night was peaceful. She slept soundlessly and easily, having fallen back asleep quickly to the sound of both of their breathing. “Daddy! Emmy’s here still.” She chuckled softly, the vibration shaking the bed slightly. She blinked awake and looked down at the boy in her arms. Jack beamed down at her and poked one of the dimples that had emerged in her cheeks. “Daddy! Emmy’s awake too!” He cheered and snuggled his face into her shoulder, hugging her tightly as if not wanting to let her go. She smiled down at him and then stole a glance over at Aaron. Her heart swelled immediately at seeing the smile plastered onto his face.

She nodded a soft greeting and wished that they had the room to themselves, but only for a minute. She wanted to kiss him a good morning, knowing that only good things could come from that. “Morning.” Her grin returned, full force as her eyes traced over him, remembering the conversation he and Jack had had before falling asleep. She looked back down at Jack and kissed his cheek, eliciting a fit of giggles from him. “Morning to you too!” She leaned over Jack and kissed Aaron’s cheek as well, knowing that this was second best. She shifted back down to Jack and nodded, nudging him with her nose. “No nightmares?”

He shook his head with a smile and hugged her before hugging his daddy. “Can we go out for breakfast, daddy?” He turned to Emily once more and smiled wider, “Emmy too!” Emily glanced at the clock and smiled, eyeing his daddy for a brief moment as she nodded, giving him her permission.

“Sounds good to me. Maybe I can drive you two to your apartment and you guys get changed then we can go out?” She eyed Aaron with a smile. “I’m sure daddy doesn’t want to go out in his work clothes, what do you think, Jack?” He wrinkled his nose and shook his head with a giggle, agreeing with the brunette woman. He then glanced over at his father and gasped softly, eyes going wide “Daddy! I didn’t sleep in my PJs!” Emily couldn’t hold back her laughter at the sincerity in his voice.

thessaprentiss:

“I’m not sure what you expect, Emily…” Her eyes met his in that moment and she shook her head, coming to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “I don’t expect anything, Aaron. I just want this to work. I just want you to feel comfortable and be happy. That’s what I want….

A grin spread across her lips as she was suddenly underneath him in one moment. “Hmm, yours.” She hummed against him, leaning he head up to his and nudging his nose with her own. “You’re never alone, Aaron. Remember that.” She kissed him gently, still able to feel his mouth on her neck from where he created a love-bite along her collar. A soft chuckle escaped her and she rolled out from underneath him, her eyes staring playfully at his. “We’re going to wake up your son.” She stifled he laughter and tangled her fingers in his hair, threading them through the short strands of dark hair. “And I don’t know about you, but I’d prefer not to eternally scar your son.” She smirked, rolling onto her side and facing him.

She patted the side of the bed next to her and gave him a bit more room to climb under the covers with her. “Thank you.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she was thankin him for, but she felt like it needed to be said. Perhaps it was for a multitude of reasons. For making her smile and laugh again, for making her happy, for dinner, or even for just being there for her. It was nothing and everything all at once.

She hummed quietly, rolling closer into his side and snuggling up to him, her feet entangling with his as her eyes slowly slipped closed. She felt his warmth radiating off of him and she curled even closer into his side, her head next to his and he hair spilling out all over he pillow. She listened to his steady breathing for a moment and grinned to herself. Yep, she could definitely get used to this. With a quiet yawn, she mumbled a good night, and kissed his cheek, murmuring sweet nothings about seeing him in the morning.

thessaprentiss:

Her dark eyes studied him and she immediately pressed against him, “Oh, no. Aaron.” She swallowed hard. She had an idea that this would happen eventually but now it was actually happening. Emily inhaled slowly and slid her hands to the hem of his shirt. “Everyone has their…

“I’m not sure what you expect, Emily…” Her eyes met his in that moment and she shook her head, coming to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “I don’t expect anything, Aaron. I just want this to work. I just want you to feel comfortable and be happy. That’s what I want. I…” She blew out a soft breath, “I want you and me to work out.” Her hand caught his on her cheek but she didn’t pull it away. She was afraid of losing contact with him if she moved away. She gave it a soft squeeze and leaned her head into his palm. She kissed the skin there and then sighed softly, glancing him over once, twice, before shaking her head and standing up from the bed.

She couldn’t take it any longer. He couldn’t be comfortable in that shirt, especially sleeping in it. She stood directly in front of him and placed her hands in his. “I don’t care if you have scars, Aaron. I don’t want you to hide them because of me. They’re a part of you now and they make you the man you are. You’re sweet, kind, caring, protective, intelligent, a great leader, a friend, an amazing father, and a beautiful man.” She took a small step forward, “We can’t change the past, no matter how much we want to. And it sucks, but sometimes… Sometimes we just have to find a way to deal with it. Sometimes we may have to let people in to help us.” She swallowed thickly, her hands dropping to the very hem of his shirt again. “Let me help, Aaron. Let me in.”

Dark eyes met hazel, her usual chocolate brown appearing even darker as she stared up at him, silently asking him for permission to remove his shirt. Removing her hands from the hem of the fabric, Emily placed her hands on his broad and muscular shoulders. She slowly helped him up to stand at the foot of the bed in front of her. She carefully slipped her hands underneath the light fabric and ran her fingers up his abdomen, feeling every curve of his abs. She felt the groove of his muscles and felt tiny raised areas where the scars were. Without losing eye contact, or even removing her hands, she stepped up on tip toes and pressed her lips to his in a delicate kiss, resting him.

She swallowed hard, hoping he was ready for this next step. Her eyes watched him, studying every single one of his movements as he breathed in and out. “Tell me when to stop.” Her eyes still didn’t leave his as her hands were pulled out from underneath his shirt. Pressing her lips to his in a harder, more passionate kiss, she slowly lifted the shirt off of his lower torso and pulled it over his head. “Are you okay?” She paused, the shirt half way off of him, yet still covering him. She needed his reassurance before she continued. She needed to know that he was comfortable with this.

She searched his whole face before she slowly pulled the shirt up, past his chest, past his head, and then over. It fell to the ground in a crumbled heap at her feet and she slowly lowered her eyes to his abdomen. “Beautiful.” She whispered under her breath at the exposed skin. The scars were still pink, but they didn’t take away from his beauty. He was gorgeous.

“Relax.” Her hands pressed gently on his shoulders and she pushed him backwards, making him lie back on the bed. She crawled on top of him, straddling him almost, and kissed his mouth, his cheek, down his jaw, his chin, and then surprising even herself, she kissed every scar, coming to peace with them. “You’re beautiful, Aaron.” She heard herself mumble against his skin as she peppered his torso with kisses, letting him know that she was truly okay with this. Foyet had gotten what he deserved and the bastard was dead. Aaron, however, was very much alive.

thessaprentiss:

She laughed softly and shook her head as an amused grin took place on her lips. “I’m fairly certain he was closer than six feet, Aaron.” With a gentle lean, she pressed her lips to his cheek and nodded, “oh. That’s another thing I don’t do on a first date. Sleep with the man,…

Her dark eyes studied him and she immediately pressed against him, “Oh, no. Aaron.” She swallowed hard. She had an idea that this would happen eventually but now it was actually happening. Emily inhaled slowly and slid her hands to the hem of his shirt. “Everyone has their own scars.” She shrugged, her eyes growing softer with each passing moment. “If you’re not comfortable, I’m not going to make you, but you’re going to have to come to term with them soon, as will I.”

She offered him a sad smile and kissed his jaw, “If you’re not comfortable in that, I may have something in one of my drawers that might fit.” Crossing the floor of her bedroom, she knelt down in front of one of her dressers, and pulled open the drawer. She dug through clothing until she found a large white man’s t-shirt she had inherited over the years from a past boyfriend. She held it up to his torso and handed it to him. “It’s yours if you’d like. But let me just tell you this. I’m not going anywhere. Scars are… Not a mark of weakness. They define you, they tell a story. A story of how you survived.” She grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top and then disappeared into the bathroom in the next second to brush her teeth.

Her eyes spotted the spare toothbrush next to hers in the holder. A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth and she picked up her own brush, leaving his alone in the holder. But only temporarily. This could be them. This could be a normal occurrence, something that existed as one. It took her a few seconds to return back to reality from her reverie.

Emily glanced at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her complexion and her paleness. She ran the water from her faucet and washed her face, scrubbing her hands down the pale skin she seened to be staring at. Once she dried her face with a fluffy hand towel, she picked up the change of clothing from the floor and stripped out of her work clothing. Making a quick change, she emerged from the bathroom only a second later, a small smile crossing her face as she met his eyes. “Which side of the bed do you prefer?”

thessaprentiss:

She relaxed in his arms, hugging him back as she felt his breath against her hair. She shivered and a tiny laugh bubbled in her throat. “I think this is the first time you’ve ever initiated a hug with somebody else.” She grinned and leaned deeper into his hold, into his…

She laughed softly and shook her head as an amused grin took place on her lips. “I’m fairly certain he was closer than six feet, Aaron.” With a gentle lean, she pressed her lips to his cheek and nodded, “oh. That’s another thing I don’t do on a first date. Sleep with the man, but… I might be able to make exceptions this one time.” She winked playfully and accepted his hand as she came to a standing position right in front of him.

Moments, minutes passed between them as they stood in silence and she slowly glanced him over. She took his hands in hers and traced her fingers over his wrist. “I didn’t know that.” She frowned, referring to the whole Cyrus case in the compound. She sucked in a shaky breath, her own nightmares not forgotten completely either. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.” She bit down on her lip and chewed it, taking a deep breath and then exhaling lightly. Her eyes met his for a brief moment and she hadn’t missed the pain that passed through them. “Hey,” she released one of his hands and then captured his face in her palm, waiting for his eyes to fall on hers. “I am so sorry you had to listen to all of that. I didn’t know it was you on the other line.”

Her eyes closed for a moment before she slowly began to smile up at him again. “Go on up, I’m just going to try to clean up a bit down here first. There’s an extra toothbrush in the closet of my bathroom if you’d like. Extra towels as well, incase you wanted to shower.” She shrugged and nudged his nose with hers. “I’ll meet you upstairs in a few minutes.” Her hands released his, finding that she had to force herself to let go of him. She surveyed the room and sighed softly, gathering the paper plates and disposing of them in the trashcan in her kitchen. Next she tackled the box of left over pizza, closing it fully and storing it in the fridge for the next morning.

Once the pizza box was packed away in the fridge, the wine glasses followed and were placed in the sink. She washed them thoroughly and remembered that she had her boss in her bedroom. No. He wasn’t just her boss anymore. He was more than that. Much more. He was Aaron Hotchner. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t asleep and hadn’t been dreaming this whole night. She flipped off the light and then headed up the stairs, pausing just outside the guest bedroom and opening the door, just wide enough to peek her head in. Emily heard the young boy’s steady breathing and it made her heart swell, knowing he was safe and sleeping soundly. This was the start to something beautiful. Something she could definitely learn to love. It was moments like these when she wished she had a child of her own. Someone to depend on her, someone to care for and look after, and someone she could talk to and sing to at night.

The door shut behind her as she drifted back to her reality. After a moment or two, she headed down the hall and into her bedroom, knocking on her door before entering just incase.

thessaprentiss:

She eyed him carefully, really taking her time as dark chocolaty brown met hazel, their breath mixing together for the second time that night. She could smell his cologne he used that morning and there was something else. Something solely Hotch. She watched the way his sharp…

She relaxed in his arms, hugging him back as she felt his breath against her hair. She shivered and a tiny laugh bubbled in her throat. “I think this is the first time you’ve ever initiated a hug with somebody else.” She grinned and leaned deeper into his hold, into his touch. She didn’t want the moment to end ever. Emily’s heart beated rapidly, her chest tightening as his hands threaded through her hair. She hummed softly and slowly as her eyes came to focus on his hazels. She couldn’t get enough of them. They were the perfect shade of hazel, with hints of green mixed with brown. They were everything he was; beautiful.

Shaking her head, Emily’s index finger came to rest at his lips. She smiled warmly, a real, whole smile. It felt like the first time in what seemed like months. “No, Hotch.” She shook her head again and took in a soft breath as his forehead rested against hers. “I don’t care about divorce papers, or that you’re not good at this sort of thing. Aaron, I’m not either. If I were, my mother would have found a way to get me hitched already.” She laughed softly, her mind wrapping around the fact that she had just called her boss by his first name. When had he become Aaron to her, and how had she let it slip out so easily, Barely even noticing? I can’t guarantee that it’s going to be easy because when Strauss finds out….”

She untangled herself from him and shook her head, her body still leaning into his, but only slightly. “No, I… Promise me We’re not going to talk about Strauss. Not until we have to.” She eyed him carefully and held his eyes with her darker ones. Her head cocked to the side in amusement, “Dave knew?” She chuckled softly and leaned a bit closer, meeting him halfway as their noses touched in a simple nudge. She grinned against his lips, inhaling his scent and feeling his soft lips against her own. It was gentle and soft and hesitant, both of them experimenting and learning each other’s lips.

Once she pulled back, her eyes lingered on him for a few moments and she let out a girlish giggle. Something that was so out of character for her. She pulled back a few centimeters and nodded, blushing a soft scarlet. “I never do this on the first date, but… I like it.” She smirked as she leaned in to press her lips to his again. In the next moment, they were kissing. And for once, everything felt right and whole and beautiful. He was right and whole and beautiful. And he was now hers, and she was his, or maybe it had been that way for years. She was his agent, as he was her boss. They did belong to each other in a way. Emily smiled against him and brushed her hand down his back.

thessaprentiss:

He was up in her bedroom. Emily let out an even breath and shook her head, glancing at her glass of wine from only half an hour ago. A hand on her elbow made her jump. She caught her breath in her throat and gave him a quick glance before nodding, her eyes narrowing as he…

She eyed him carefully, really taking her time as dark chocolaty brown met hazel, their breath mixing together for the second time that night. She could smell his cologne he used that morning and there was something else. Something solely Hotch. She watched the way his sharp jaw moved as he spoke, the way his eyes regarded her with a certain warmth. Had they always been that way? And then he laughed. Flat out laughed. She raised a challenging eyebrow and stared at him, her lips parting with a soft breath as he got down on his knees.

“I’m a single father. I’m a workaholic. I put the team before myself and I put my son before the team.”

She nodded, still somewhat confused but thinking it all through. “I know, Hotch.” She didn’t deny it or try to fight it. It was all true, she just wasn’t sure what he was getting at. She opened her mouth to speak again, but he continued. She closed her mouth with a soft sigh. You are whole and beautiful, and not broken and I am horrible for you.”

That is not true. She didn’t even know exactly what he had said yet. His words were still processing in her head somewhere, she just needed him to know that she was more broken than she seemed, put together, yes. But she had scars from the past too.

Finally his words registered in her brain and she gasped softly, unable to catch it before it happened. She felt herself lean forward. Before she even knew how close they were, his nose had brushed along hers in a gentle nudge. if you want this… I’d like to try this.”

She swallowed, already knowing just what it was. She needed to clarify though, for both of their sakes. Her throat cleared a second later and Emily took his hands in hers, not realizing it until her thumbs began to trace patterns on his thumbs. “Try what, exactly?” She licked her bottom lip and tempted fate. Releasing one of his hands, she reached up and cupped his cheek, bringing his eyes back down to hers. “Hotch, talk to me. What do you want?” She wanted this, whatever this was. She wanted him, she wanted to wake up with him in the morning, to not even have him ask if she could watch Jack, to be there at Jack’s bedtime, to cook dinner for them and order greasy take out while they watched movie after movie. She wanted it all and silently wondered if she could handle a relationship. This one wasn’t just any relationship though. It was with her boss. She was tempting fate so much right now. There was so much to risk. One part in her brain screamed at her to say yes, she wanted this, while the other half of her brain told her to get the fuck out. This would not happen and that he didn’t really want her.

Slowly, Emily inhaled. She slid off the couch and kneeled down beside him as she nodded, “I want this. I want to try.”

thessaprentiss:

She took in a soft breath and hummed as Jack sat curled up in her lap. She glanced up, dark eyes lifting up to the boy’s father as she heard him enter the room And settle down close to her. She smiled softly and nodded, finally gaining the confidence to ask if he wanted to…

He was up in her bedroom. Emily let out an even breath and shook her head, glancing at her glass of wine from only half an hour ago. A hand on her elbow made her jump. She caught her breath in her throat and gave him a quick glance before nodding, her eyes narrowing as he spoke about having a talk. She knew what was coming. He had caught on and was now going to talk to her about fraternization, reminding her that he was her boss. Or worse, he would transfer her immediately. She quickly reminded herself that that was irrational. Hotch would never do that. He was her friend as well as her boss and he needed her on the team.

She took in a large breath of oxygen and held it for a moment before nodding once, twice, even three times. She sank down into the sofa and waited for him to chastise her. “I know what the rules are.” She avoided his eyes at all costs, not wanting him to see the pain it caused her.

Emily reached for her half empty glass of wine and brought it to her lips and sipped. She lowered it for a moment and traced the tip of her finger over the lip of the glass, drawing in a sigh. She noticed that her leg was shaking and prayed he didn’t notice it too. God, how embarrassing. For him to see her like this. She took another sip from the glass at an attempt to soothe her nerves and finished the contents of the glass, gulping it down quickly.

Finally, her eyes lifted to his and she felt her chest tighten at the look on his face. He seemed to be just as… Nervous? She wouldn’t exactly say nervous, maybe more so apprehensive? She remembered to breath just as her throat constricted, limiting her air supply. “What, are you saying, Hotch?” She eyed him carefully. This was different. He wasn’t going to chastise her and put her in her place. So what was he aiming to do? Why was there so much tension in this living room now? And why was the temperature rising about ten degrees higher with each passing second.

Shifting on the couch, Emily stared up at him, empty glass in her hand as she studied him closely. What was this?