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The obnoxious shrill of a cell phone echoed through the simple bedroom.
It was early morning, just before the sun broke the horizon.
Ughh… Better not be Strauss.
Aaron Hotchner groaned sleepily as he rolled over onto his side. He leaned further, reaching over the still-sleeping form of Emily Prentiss, and grabbed the irritating device off the bedside table.
Flipping it open angrily, he didn't bother to check the caller ID.
"Hotchner."
Silence answered.
"Hello? Agent Hotchner speaking."
Still nothing.
If it were possible to see through the phone, he would have been graced with the biggest, whitest smile he'd ever seen.
Quite annoyed, Hotch haphazardly tossed the phone to the foot of the bed.
Turning back over, mumbling and grumbling to himself, he wrapped his arms around Emily, accidentally waking her from her sleep.
"Babe, is everything alright?" she asked, hearing his less-than-favorable string of words.
Finally cozying-up he relaxed a bit.
"Yeah, it's nothing. My phone rang and no one was there," he responded and then followed up with a yawn.
"I'm surprised you heard it from all the way in here," Emily said through a yawn of her own.
Dipping her head back down to her pillow she closed her eyes.
But Hotch bolted upright instead.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
She stared up at him, an odd expression on her face.
"Your phone… I'm surprised you heard it. It's in the kitchen."
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Meanwhile, at the BAU, Derek Morgan grinned as he snapped his cell phone closed.
Hopping and sliding around, he did his victory dance in the middle of the bullpen, not able to contain his joy.
"Kid," he exclaimed, turning on his heels to face Spencer Reid, "you owe me fifty bucks!"
The End! Short and sweet... hope you liked it... let me know!
Jessalynn