After Hours Behavior

A/N: Hey guys! This is a new story... this doesn't have anything to do with my "Men don't" series... just something that popped into my head. It will be three chapters long.

Enjoy!

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Chapter one – Bar Behavior

Their latest case had been a bad really one. But finally after almost two weeks in Denver the team had caught the latest creep of the week and prevented him from killing anymore women. Before that case they had been in Florida a week and before that they had spent almost two weeks in St. Paul chasing after a crazed psychopath and his equally deranged wife.

They were spent. They had no energy left and thankfully they now had a few days with only paperwork to do in front of them. And finally, after more than a month, they had a night off!

"So, who's up for a drink?" Morgan asked when they finally were able to leave the bullpen.

A chorus of "I am":s and "Count me in":s sounded across the bullpen. The only one who wasn't joining the fun was JJ who had already left to go home to Will and Henry. Hotch who was in his office was still unaware of the plans for the night.

"I'll go and ask Hotch if he wants to come." Emily told the rest of the team.

"Good luck..." Morgan huffed. "Do you really think that he will leave this place?"

"It's worth a try." Emily answered shooting him a glare. "It's always more fun when Hotch comes along." With that she made her way up the stairs and knocked on Hotch's door.

"Come in." Came from the other side of the door and Emily entered.

"Hey, Hotch."

Hotch looked up from his stack of files and saw Emily smiling down at him.

"Me and the rest of the team are going out for a drink in a few minutes. We were just wondering if you felt like coming along."

Hotch thought about it for a short moment. If anyone else on the team had asked him he was sure that he'd have said no. But looking into Emily's big brown eyes full of anticipation he just couldn't tell her no. Not because he'd feel bad about disappointing her. Just because he really wanted to spend some more time with her outside of work.

"Sure, Prentiss. I'd love to come."

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Arriving at the bar chosen by Morgan the colorful group made their way to a table in the back that was big enough for the six of them. Rossi and Morgan both headed for the same stool, the one facing the bar where the pretty female bartender was working. Morgan came winning out of that battle and Garcia quickly grabbed the chair next to him making Rossi move even further over. Next Reid plopped himself down next to Rossi seeing his chance to question the elder profiler about old cases he found particularly fascinating. That left the last two chairs for Emily and Hotch but neither of them seemed to mind.

But before sitting down Hotch decided that he might as well get them their first round. So he asked the team what they'd be drinking. He got the usual answers. Morgan, Reid and Emily wanted beer and so did he. Rossi was going with scotch and Garcia wanted some garish fruity thing to match her outfit.

As he made his way towards the bar he felt a small hand on his shoulder. He turned and was met by Emily's smiling face.

"I thought you might need some help." She said.

"Thanks, but I can probably carry the drinks myself." Hotch answered giving her a small dimple. Not that he minded her company. Not at all. But he could have just gotten a tray to carry the drinks on.

"Oh, I didn't mean carrying the drinks..." She smiled at him. "I meant ordering Garcia's drink. We wouldn't want that cute bartender to get the wrong idea about you now would we?" She joked.

Actually no, scratch that. She'd be more than happy if that a little too pretty bartender got the wrong impression of Hotch.

"You're right." Hotch cut off her internal musings. "We wouldn't want that." He gave her another dimple although this one was a little more stiff than the last one.

Emily wasn't sure but she thought she saw something flash over Hotch's face. Could it really have been disappointment? Or was she imagining things?

They got up to the bar and placed their order. As they stood waiting to get all of the drinks Hotch let his eyes sweep over Emily and he noticed something. The dark gray suit she had been wearing earlier was gone and in its place was a pair of black pants and red low cut top. The top gave him a nice view of Emily's chest and he could feel something fluttering deep in his stomach. She looked really nice. No, more than nice. She looked beautiful... And sexy.

"You've changed your clothes." He said arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, I have. Didn't really feel like going to a bar wearing a suit. That's a little out of place, don't you think?" She said before she was able to stop herself. "Ehm... not on you though." She pried her foot out of her mouth looking at Hotch in his buttoned black suit, crisp white shirt and neatly tied red necktie.

"Thanks..." Hotch answered flatly which didn't make Emily feel like any less of an ass.

As their drinks arrived Emily tried producing her wallet to pay for her drink but Hotch just put his large hand over hers and pushed her wallet back into her purse.

"I'll get this round, Prentiss. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks, Hotch. I'll get the next one though."

Then Hotch noticed two tiny glasses filled to the brim with a clear liquid standing next to the pints of beer and Garcia's pink drink.

"What's that?" He asked pointing at the two glasses.

"That is two small glasses filled with an alcoholic beverage known as tequila. Popularly known as a tequila shot." Emily answered giving him a bright smile.

"I know that, Prentiss." Hotch shot her a friendly glare. "I was wondering why we have them. I didn't order them."

"I did. I thought that we should have a head start on the others." She said and raised her glass downing its contents.

Hotch not wanting to be left behind also swallowed his drink in one swift swig.

When they got back to their table everyone cheered and Garcia bounced up and down on her stool almost falling over as Emily placed the bright pink drink complete with a gold umbrella in front of her.

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Thirty minutes later the group had dispersed somewhat. Left at the table were Garcia and Reid who were having an animated discussion about some graphic novel. At the other end of the table Hotch and Emily were sitting a little closer together than earlier fueled by beer and more tequila shots.

Together they were having a fun time watching as Rossi made his signature move on the bartender. First he'd ask for some obscure expensive whiskey. Then when he had her attention he'd show her his FBI ring and introduce himself as Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi. Then if he was lucky the female in question would say that his name sounded familiar and he'd go in for the proverbial kill mentioning his many books and million dollar book deals.

Leaning closer to Hotch Emily stage whispered. "I don't know about this one... Do you think he'll be able to close the deal?"

"She is looking a little reluctant." Hotch agreed.

"Maybe this one doesn't want to go home with Grampa." Emily snorted laughing at her own joke earning herself a glare and an eyebrow from Hotch.

"No, look..." Hotch started looking back at Rossi and the bartender. "He's showing her the ring. We may have misjudged her." He smiled and placed a hand on Emily's thigh not really registering were he put it.

Emily felt something warm land on her right thing and glanced down finding Hotch's hand there. He didn't seem to notice where his hand was and she didn't remove it. It felt nice. It made her feel safe. And it also made a small fire light up in her belly.

"Wow, look at that." Hotch said bringing Emily's attention back to him from the hand still on her thigh. "I think he got a number."

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"Look at him." Emily told Hotch and leaned in even closer. It was now two pints and three tequila shots each later and physical restrictions between the two were becoming less and less present. "What do you think he calls that move?" She asked him brightly.

They were now watching Morgan as he made his way around the dance floor followed by a gaggle of scantily clad young women. Morgan was looking like he was enjoying himself immensely and it looked like he really was trying to give each girl some much wanted attention.

"Maybe it's the "I'm an alpha male who tackles serial killers for a living"?" Hotch chortled and downed the last of his beer. He looked at his empty glass and then at Emily's.

"You want another?" He asked her.

"Yeah, please." Emily answered and started to get off the stool only to be stopped by Hotch.

"You wait here, I can go by myself. It looks like Morgan soon might become the first person to drown in a group of women. You might want to be around for that." He gave her a dimple.

"Alright. But don't leave me for someone prettier. Come right back." She smiled a wide smile at him. Then her brain caught what she had said. Did that sound a little flirty? Had she just flirted with Hotch? She looked at him. His cheeks looked a little flushed and he was smiling at her. He looked really good. He looked really sexy actually, with his dark piercing eyes and those cheekbones. That fire flickering in her belly just grew a little stronger.

"I'll be right back. After all there's not a woman in this place that's prettier than you."

Now that sounded exactly like flirting

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Another hour later it was only Hotch, Emily and Garcia left at the table. Reid had excused himself twenty minutes earlier to get another beer and had not been seen since.

"Were do you think Reid has gone to?" Hotch asked scanning the room.

"No idea." Emily answered also letting her eyes sweep from the bar to the dance floor and over the tables.

Hotch did another take and as he did that he noticed something. There were at least five different men in that bar who were looking at Emily. And they weren't just sneaking glances. They were full on staring. It was pretty dusky in the room but he was still convinced that one of the creeps looking at her even had his tongue hanging out.

Hotch turned his head slightly to the left to discretely have a look at Emily. She was still searching the room for Reid. He was pretty sure that she didn't realize that there were at least a hand full of jerks in that bar that would be having nasty fantasies about her later that night. He thought that all of them looked like they were unsub material.

He kept his eyes on Emily. He didn't like that other men were looking at her like that. He didn't like it when men looked at any of his female colleagues like that. But that didn't mean that he didn't get why they were looking. Emily was very beautiful. Actually she was just down right hot as hell. Legs that went on forever. Big brown eyes and long soft hair. And the top she was wearing tonight was doing things to him.

"Hotch." Emily brought Hotch back to reality by nudging his arm. "Where did you go?" She asked but didn't give him the chance to answer. "Look at that." She said pointing at a table a few feet away.

There Reid was sitting opposite a girl who by the look of it also was wearing mismatched socks.

"Look at that. He found the second person in the world who'd play chess in a loud and crowded bar."

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After almost two hours of watching her watch Morgan Emily turned towards Garcia.

"Why don't you join him?" She asked smiling at the tech kitten. "I'm sure he'd love to dance with his Baby Girl."

"Oh, I don't know." Garcia answered. "I probably couldn't keep up with that hunk o' dancing love."

"Well, you won't know until you try." Emily encouraged her. "Or, what do you say, Hotch?" She turned to get Hotch's point-of-view but before anyone could say anything they were interrupted by a waitress placing a drink in front of Hotch.

"Compliments of the lady in the blue top." She told Hotch pointing towards the bar.

Both Hotch and Emily turned and saw a pretty blonde giving Hotch a smile and a wink. Emily looked at Hotch and tried to read him. Did he enjoy getting drinks from random slutty girls that were showing way too much cleavage? She couldn't tell from looking at him. Even in this less than sober state he managed to keep his face almost completely expressionless. And to her disappointment she realized that her profiling skills were a little off in her less than sober state.

Without really realizing it she put her hand on Hotch's arm. She turned back to look at the bitch in the blue top. She was still looking their way. What kind of woman is this? Doesn't she see that he is with someone. He is sitting next to another woman for God's sake! She moved her hand from Hotch's arm to his thigh and caught the girl's eye. She gave her a glare rivaling anything Hotch could deliver and smiled to herself as the bitch in the blue top backed down.

"Emily!" Hotch's raised voice caught her attention. She realized that she was the only one looking at the other woman and felt a little embarrassed. Where did that possessive feeling come from?

"Look at them dancing together." Hotch said and pointed towards the dance floor where Garcia and Morgan were bouncing around together next to a large group of girls with very sour expressions on their faces.

"Ooh, that looks fun! Let's join them." Emily exclaimed and jumped off the stool she was sitting on. Unfortunately her drunk legs wouldn't carry her and she crashed right into Hotch elbowing him in the side.

"Ooof! What did I do to deserve that?" He asked shooting her a dimple.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Hotch." Emily huffed. "Maybe my legs are trying to tell me something. Maybe I'd better go home before I break something vital."

"Okay. You want to share a cab?" Hotch asked. "We do live pretty close to each other so there's not really any point going in separate cabs."

"Sure, let's go."

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Sitting close to Hotch in the backseat of the cab their legs pressed firmly against each other Emily felt the fire in her belly raging. Encouraged by the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed during the night she again placed her hand on his thigh. Although this time she slowly moved it up and down feeling the smooth material of his dress pants under her hand. She turned towards him and before she had time to do anything Hotch's lips came crashing down on hers.

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