A/N: What? I'm making a new story! Why! Because I felt like it :P. I added a quote at the beginning, but I cant unbold it for some reason... Oh this is Hentiss/Potch. Do you like my unorginal mixing of their names? Parts of this story were taken from my Potch Random Word Generator, in fact this is how I got the idea for it. K

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
~Pietro Aretino

Emily simply couldn't contain it. She felt her cheeks get hot every time he looked into her eyes or whenever he said hi. He sent shivers down her spine. Emily could hardly keep her crush on Hotch a secret. She adored everything about him, from the shoes he wore, to the timber of his voice, coming deep in his throat. It affected her work, her personal life. She was utterly in love with Aaron Hotchner.

"Emily, you backing up the coffee line," Spencer said, waking her up from her daze. She jumped in fright.

"Dammit Reid!" she cried out, spilling coffee all over the front of her white blouse. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry," he squeaked. "So, who is he?"

Emily glared at him. "I thought we said no profiling each other," Spencer gave her a toothy smile.

"Sorry," he said again. "Your blouse is see-through, so I'm going to walk out slowly without coffee before Penelope comes in looking for me and sees this scene and/or you start trying to choke me with your bare hands." and he backed slowly out of the room.

"No one likes a smartass!" Emily yelled. Turns out Spencer wasn't totally clueless, he was onto her little crush. "Shit!" her blouse was soaked and anyone who wasn't blind could see her black bra. To make things worse, Hotch walked in as soon as Spencer left.

"Prentiss, you need to prep fast, I'll give details on the pla-" his eyes drifted to her wet shirt. "You might want to change you shirt, too."

"Yeah, thanks Hotch," Prentiss said. This day was going well...

EPAH

"Every victim was stabbed exactly nine times, one in the heart, one in each lung, two in each arm and three times in the throat." Garcia said, she was coming along to get a closer look at the security footage that caught one of the kills. Spencer was sketching furiously in his notebook, eyebrow furrowed in concentration.

"The pattern doesn't make a distinct picture that I see, but I'll keep working on it." He said.

"Same stab wounds every single time, and the victims have the same exact traits." Morgan said. "This suggests OCD."

Aaron kept his eyes on Emily, she seemed disgruntled. "Prentiss, are you okay?" Emily looked up.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine." she said. Good god his eyes, they made her feel like a glass house. Was she hat transparent, did he already know her feelings for him? "Can we talk later?"

If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.

~Benjamin Franklin

TBC...

I know, it's a shorty one. But the chapters will get longer as the story progresses. I'm leaving out all of season 6 because season 6 sucked. Down with Seaver and Interpool! There is no crazy terrorist coming after Prentiss and there are no job offerings for J.J in my mind!

A/N: Well that was interesting... Anyway, I won't be updating for a while, I'm going to Southern California weee! So anyway it's a computer free thing, I'll think of you guys while I'm away, your all so awesome! See you in a week or so.