It's not that falling for someone was forbidden within the four walls of the BAU, however, the act was indeed frowned upon when the man you've fallen for is the Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner, but how could she not?
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"Hotch?" Emily said as she walked up the catwalk, peering through the window of her boss's office.
"Come in." She opened the door to find her boss, sat in an almost dark room. His face, just being lit by the small desk lamp he had on, as he lifted it to meet with hers, grew a small, rare smile.
"What are you still doing here? Is Jack with Jessica tonight?" Emily had always cared about the well-being of the kids within the Behavioural Analysis Unit. With the bone crushing feeling that she was getting too old for kids, taking the role of the 'cool aunt' is all she seemed good for until she could find the one. For she wanted more.
"Yeah. They went to visit Haley's grave today. I think Jack misses her."
"Oh, Hotch. I'm sorry." A sympathetic smile fell across her face.
"Don't worry. Is there something you need?" He asked.
"Uh, there was but it's fallen from my mind now. It will probably come back to me soon." She smiled. "I guess something distracted me." Her comment gained his attention, simply resulting in his head springing up. "I'll talk to you about it tomorrow if I remember."
As she went to shut the door on her way out, he spoke, "Do you want a drink?"
"What?"
"Rossi and I have a shared liquor drawer in his office. Do you want one?"
"Sure." She shut the door and sat down in the chair opposite, secretly glad he asked her to stay.
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He grabbed the almost empty bottle of booze in front of them, "I think you've had enough. You're simply out of your mind now, Emily." Emily. He never said her name. It wasn't like he was supposed to, he's her boss, but the affect it gave on her was incredible.
"Me? More like you!" She said giggling, taking the bottle back from his firm grip. Whatever was in the drink they stole from Rossi's office, it was strong and worked it's way through their systems rather rapidly.
Her small crush on her boss didn't go unnoticed by the girls on the team throughout the years. JJ and Garcia seemed to have a little fan club where they would gossip about the possibilities of Emily and Aaron getting together. Emily thought it was ridiculous and denied all allegations but after feeling the grip he had over an empty bottle, she couldn't help but let her mind wander into what else he could grip like that.
They had now moved over to the couch in Hotch's office, both ignoring all work they had to finish. Time shot by and it was around 2 AM, to Emily's estimation. She was unable to read the clock properly without her vision going slightly blurry.
Hotch went to grab the bottle again, but it slipped from her grip as she felt the warmth of his hand brush against her's. Shock waves of electricity shot throughout her body, resulting in a now broken bottle and the small scent of a fancy booze on the floor.
"Shit." She whispered. "I'm sorry, Hotch."
As she knelt down and started cleaning up, she felt that same warm hand against her shoulder. "It's okay."
Again, shockwaves.
She jumped, dropping a piece of glass and cutting her finger slightly, proceeding to drop all the glass she had already gathered.
"Ow." She said, applying pressure to the small cut.
"Hey, it's okay. Let's go get you cleaned up, yeah?"
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"Is that better?" He said, wrapping a band-aid around the washed wound. They stood in the dim bathroom, a tap running as it washed the last of the blood down the drain.
"Yeah, thanks." She felt his hands still applying pressure, making sure the band-aid stayed on. After assessing the cut, the conclusion they came to was that it wasn't so deep it needed stitches. For Emily had been through worse then what looked like a paper cut.
"You're welcome." He looked up from her hands, still holding them lightly, and straight into her dark chocolate eyes. Hints of golden honey struck throughout them, from the low lighting. Some sort of energy saving initiative was taking place, and the lights only turned on bright between 7 AM and 8 PM. In between, they were always at a low setting or off completely.
Her eyes were mesmerising. The warmth of them flooded his body, and he felt as if he was waking up on a summer's morning with sun coming through the curtains. They gave him a sense of home.
"Uhm." He cleared his throat, as he backed away from the woman in front of him, heading for the door. "We should get back to work."
"Aaron?" She said, causing him to turn around.
"Yeah."
Without saying another word, she walked up to him, placing a hand on one cheek, with her thumb underneath his jawline. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she knew she wanted to do it. He didn't pull away, or react. He just stared into her eyes once again.
"Emily-"
Before he was given the opportunity to continue, she had leaned up, standing upon her tiptoes, and interlocked their lips. At first, he was unsure on how to proceed. This was an agent of his, and a friend, but on the other hand, the rumours going around about her 'small crush' on him made him delve into his feelings - his fairly developed feelings.
Soon enough, he reciprocated her actions, placing a hand on her hip and pulling her closer - as close as he physically could. The smell of alcohol lingered between the brunettes, leaving them both wanting more of a taste. It quickly became heated - her pinned against the bathroom wall, as his hands roamed her body lightly. It wasn't until Emily tugged at his jacket that he pulled away.
"Emily." He said, as if it was the start of a question.
"Aaron." She said in the same tone.
"Are you sure?"
"As sure as you are about your profiles." With that, he leaned back in and continued, this time with more passion.
The pair had opened the bathroom door, heading back through the bullpen, stumbling into desks as they headed for his office. Pen pots fell to the floor, papers floated down and left-over coffee mugs tipped, but all they were focused on were each other. Eventually they made it back to his office and clothes were dropped on the ground. Disregarding the state of the room, with shattered glass on the floor, and leaning backwards onto the couch.
Emily lay down on her back, as Hotch hovered over her body, leaving soon-to-be-purple marks with his mouth across her neck and down her semi-exposed chest. His chest fully bare, and only in his trousers, as she was in a bra and trousers. Soon enough, the articles of clothing had fully disappeared, falling onto the floor near their other ones.
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"What happened to the office?" JJ could be heard faintly, from the bullpen. Who was she talking to? Who's arm is around me? And what time is it? All thoughts rushing through Emily's head within seconds on waking up.
"It looks like it's been ransacked." The familiar chocolate thunder voice spoke up.
"Office ran-sackings aren't too common, especially in the state of Virginia. It's highly unlikely in this building due-"
There's Dr. Spencer Reid speaking facts, as per usual.
"Reid." JJ interrupted.
"Ow, what time is it?" Emily sat up, wrapping the thin, one person blanket around her bare torso and rubbing her forehead.
Hotch sat up and looked at the clock on the wall. "7:04 AM."
Once they both realised what this meant, and the severity of the situation from last night, they shot up off of the couch in Hotch's office, gathered all clothing before putting it on in a hurry, and brushing their hair through with their finger tips.
"Em?"
"Ok, ok, ok, I don't know what this means, but we need to look like we didn't just sleep together. Morgan has a sense for these type things. You and I just fell asleep last night. That's all we remember, and that's all they will know."
"I don't want to just 'remember' that though." Hotch stepped closer, pulling the younger agent in by her waist.
"I never said we had to forget it. They just can't know, Hotch. Okay?" He didn't reply. "Okay?" She repeated in a more hurried tone, waiting for him to agree.
He just nodded, and leaned in, initiating a kiss. Their breathe still smelt like alcohol as their lips latched lightly.
"What about the inevitable hangover to come? We went through a whole bottle of whiskey last night, and Dave will know."
Before Emily could speak, knocks at the door interrupted them, forcing them to pull apart. "Aaron? Aaron?" It was Rossi.
"Yeah, hold on." He unlocked and opened the door, to reveal the older agent standing their with a familiar key in his hand.
"We thought you were dead. The office looks like it's been hit by a bomb. Garcia is going through footage now. Do you know what happened? And the liquor drawer was open and I'm missing a bottle." He waved the key. The liquor drawer key that only he and Hotch had.
"The bottle is on the floor, smashed. I dropped it last night- wait, did you say? Garcia is doing what?" He said, flustered.
"Looking through footage of the bullpen, why?"
Rossi hadn't seen Emily hiding behind Hotch, collecting smaller pieces of glass in her hand. Memories of last night came back to her, and before she knew it, she was smiling to herself. She liked Hotch, she really did, and him saying he doesn't want to forget it could mean he feels the same way.
Emily came out from behind the door, rushing past the men and towards Garcia's office, after placing glass shards in the trash.
"Was- was she in here the whole time? Did you guys-"
"No..."
When Emily reached Garcia's office, the only thing she could profile was the shocked look on the colourful woman's face as she swivelled in her chair, and the security footage, on the big screens, of last night.
The footage of Emily and Hotch, making out.
The footage of bumping into desks, giggling.
The footage of the office door closing.
"Oh no you did not!"
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That's the nasty things about glass. It shatters, and as much as you try to pick it up, there's always left over shards to be stepped on. Often leaving wounds deeper than imaginable.