"I'm not sleeping with Reid," Morgan stated flat out.
"Dips," chimed Garcia as she grabbed his hand. Kevin would have to just deal with it.
"Looks like the rest of us are going to have to double up," said Hotch. Without asking, he knew Emily and JJ would opt to room together, and that Reid would be too intimidated by Rossi or himself to room with one of them. Sighing, he pushed himself up out of his chair. Great, he thought to himself. Rossi snores like a freaking air force show. This was going to a long night.
/
Ten minutes later, the team packed up and made it upstairs. Carrying their go-bags, Rossi and Hotch made it to their room. They opened the door and took one look inside before backing out and turning to each other.
"Oh, HELL NO!" they said at the same time. The bed was…small…to say the least. There was not nearly enough room for two grown men to sleep without one having to be on top of the other.
Down the hall, the rest of the team snickered. "I guess they just found out how small the beds are!" Garcia said giggling. Emily covered her mouth with her hand to keep her laughter from being too loud. This was going to be good. They could hear every word coming from down the hall.
"You're sleeping on the floor!" Rossi said pointing a finger at Hotch.
"You make me sleep on the floor and I will fire you," Hotch yelled back.
"I have a bad back," Rossi fired back defensively.
"You can use the extra pillow for cushioning," Hotch retorted crossing his arms. Neither man was going to back down, and neither was going to sleep in that small bed with the other.
"Prentiss! JJ! Get your go-bags and get over here!" Rossi yelled. Both girls came over, both doing a poor job of containing their laughter.
"Well boys, it looks like you have quite the predicament here. Do you want to flip a coin? Winner gets top," Emily said in as straight a voice as she could. JJ completely lost it and doubled over in laughter. Hotch narrowed his eyes at her and Rossi swallowed to keep the bile from rising up in his throat.
"Ok wise ass, you're sleeping with me," Rossi said pulling her arm into the room with him. Emily immediately stopped laughing and had what Hotch could only describe as a look of pure terror on her face. She shot her hand out and grabbed Hotch's arm, trying to pull herself away from Rossi. Hotch chuckled.
"Dave I think I'm going to share a room with Emily. She hasn't really done anything to deserve sleeping with you." Emily's features washed over in relief when Rossi let go of her arm. He opened his mouth and turned to JJ, but before he could say anything, she cut him off.
"Sorry Rossi, but I'm going to crash with Spence. Not really a fan of playing grab-ass at four a clock in the morning…" she said picking up her go back and walking into Reid's room, pulling him in and closing the door. Hotch and Emily picked up their bags and said goodnight to Rossi before heading off to the room she and JJ were originally going to share. Rossi just stood there outside the room at the end of the hall, slightly sad that no one wanted to sleep with him.
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There was a small bathroom off the side of each room; one that Emily Prentiss was now occupying. Trying to calm her nerves (after all, she was about to sleep with her boss!) and change into a pair of sweatpants and tee shirt was a difficult task in the small bathroom. From outside sitting on the bed, Hotch chuckled when he heard a string of profanities coming from the bathroom.
"Trouble, Prentiss?" he said snickering.
"Watch it Hotch. I'd like to see you try to do this!" She was clearly annoyed and frustrated.
"I already did Pren-"
"I SAID WATCH IT HOTCH!" she yelled. "You have NO idea! There are bugs everywhere and one crawled over my foot and I stubbed my toe on the door trying to shake it off and then my elbow collided with the wall and when I grabbed the sink, the leg of my sweatpants fell into this gross toilet that has no lid so I can't wear those and now it looks like I'm going to have to sleep with my boss in my underwear and a tee-shirt. This is just great…" The door swung open and Hotch looked up to see Emily standing in the doorway in only a tee-shirt and underwear, just like she said. He had a hard time tearing his eyes away from her legs as she walked to her go-bag and then her ass as she bend over to put the dirty clothes in a trash bag she placed next to her bag. When she turned back around, she looked a little nervous.
"Sorry I snapped at you. I guess that this is kind of weird. Sorry about the no pants issue, but those were my only ones, and I can't exactly walk across the hallway to get a pair from JJ or Garcia…"
Hotch gulped. This was going to be long night. "Just get in the damn bed Emily," he said with a sigh. She walked towards him and again he took in her figure. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra, and pair that with nothing but black lace panties (that were very sexy), he was really hoping the heating would break down to make the room as cool as it was outside. Emily climbed in on the side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable way to lie without being on top of Hotch. Turning herself onto her side with her back facing Hotch, she tried to steady herself without falling to the ground. Hotch moved backwards just a bit to give her more room and started to lose his balance as well. They very awkwardly tried to shift themselves so they were both lying on the bed without touching the other, but it proved to be almost impossible.
After several long minutes, Hotch saw Emily start to fall from the corner of his eye. On instinct, he reached out and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against his chest. Both of held their breath until they realized that neither was going to fall. Slowly, Hotch removed his hand from her stomach, but grabbed her again when she started to fall forward. She sighed.
"Well, I guess you will have to spoon me for the rest of the night sir," she said in voice that was a mix of nervousness and sarcasm.
"One more smart ass comment Prentiss and you will be sleeping with Rossi. Now do you want cuddle with me, or do you want to cuddle with Dave?" Hotch said in his best boss voice. Prentiss was silent for a minute. Jeez, is she seriously debating that? Hotch thought to himself.
"Did you just say cuddle?" she asked incredulously, trying as hard as she could not to giggle.
"Ok, that's it. You. Up. This obviously isn't going to work," Hotch said sitting up in the bed. Emily quickly turned herself around and grabbed Hotch by his tee-shirt and pulled back down onto the bed.
"NO NO NO PLEASE! I WANT TO CUDDLE WITH YOU HOTCH! I REALLY DO!" she all but shouted. She started to fall for the umpteenth time that night, but Hotch again slipped his arm around her to keep her from falling off the bed.
"Fine. You can stay here but if you tell ANYONE, specifically Morgan and Rossi, that I said 'cuddle' you will be spending your days at the precinct working geographical profile alone with Reid and your nights in a connecting room with Dave. Do we have an understanding?" he said gruffly.
Emily nodded against his shoulder and said a quiet 'yes sir' before closing her eyes. After the silence had set in, they both came to realize the particular position they were in. Hotch was flat on his back at one end of the mattress with just enough space for Emily to be crushed against his side with her chest facing him. Her head was on his broad shoulder, tucked under his chin. Her right hand was resting on his chest, and she could feel the muscles underneath his tee-shirt jump whenever her fingers moved. Her other hand was beneath his shoulder blade. His right arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, resting on her flat stomach.
They both were acutely aware of her bare leg draped over his, where his left hand was resting on her knee. He knew he should move it, but he reasoned that if he let go of her in any way, she would fall off the bed. And her legs were very smooth. Excruciatingly so. All he wanted to do was run his hand up and down her leg, over and over, higher and higher… Stop it! he commanded himself. This is Prentiss. You respect her too much to do that in the middle of a case in a crappy Alaskan hotel. She deserves more than that. A lot more. So keep you teenage-like hormones to yourself! And that worked. Although he didn't move his hand, it was after all keeping her from falling, he knew he wasn't going to try anything.
"Sorry I snapped," he said, breaking the long silence.
"It's okay Hotch. I wasn't very pleasant earlier either." He chuckled softly, and she smiled.
"Goodnight Emily," he said, turning his head slightly to press his lips to her hair. Shit! You just said you weren't going to try anything! Nice going smart-ass. Even if you didn't mean it sexually at all, she is going to freak and go sleep with Rossi. Great, he thought when she tensed. Before he could apologize, he felt her smile against his chest and turn her head to press a kiss of her own against his chest.
"Goodnight Hotch."
A/N~ If any of you have been in cramped bathroom, you can understand Emily's earlier frustration. That was part of the inspiration. Sorry I haven't gotten anything out for a while. I have a lot of ideas for ideas, but no time to write. Thankfully, I have a lot more time now that school, camp, and PT are mostly over. I hope to get another story that has been in my mind for a while out ASAP, and I'm going to start working on a cross over between Criminal Minds and CSI Miami, but that is going to take a while. Hope you guys liked this one and that it will hold you over for now! Please review!