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A/N – I should be working on PRM but it's giving me fits so I started this. Hope you like it. I'm not sure which episode I was watching the other day but I really think they should always dress Hotch in blue. Yum.

The Blue Dress Shirt

"Ssshhh!" Emily hissed, "My God, you're going to wake up the entire hotel!"

"I'll be quiet when you get back here and give me a kiss goodbye." Derek Morgan leaned out of his open room with just a sheet wrapped around his waist.

Emily snorted. "If I come back over there the only thing you'll do is pull me back into your room and we'll start this process all over again."

Derek chuckled and flashed a wide grin. "You got me. You are pretty astute, Princess." He gave her a deceptively lazy grin. "What if I promised?"

Emily raised a finely shaped brow and parroted what he said earlier in the evening. "C'mon, Em, just one drink, I promise." She looked at him. "Are you sensing a pattern? You lie."

"You know," He told her calmly, "If you would have just brought your suitcase with you we wouldn't even have to be having this conversation."

"Oh, right!" She scoffed. "As it is I'm going to have to sneak back into my room and hope that JJ is still sleeping otherwise I'm going to have to spin some tale for her as to why I'm crawling back into the room at four in the morning wearing your shirt."

"Don't you think it's time we told them the truth?" Derek asked softly. "We've been crawling into each other's beds for quite a while now, babe. I think we need to come clean. I'm tired of sneaking around. I want to wake up in the morning beside you, not your indented pillow and faintly lingering scent."

His words set her heart fluttering. "Derek."

"I love you, Emily." He told her. "I don't care who knows." He laughed at her bewildered expression. "You had to know."

She stood transfixed in the middle of the hall. He loved her. He loved her? How could he love her?

Derek watched the emotions play over her face. "Honey?" He watched in stunned surprise as she turned and fled down the hall. "Crap." He mumbled. He knew that he needed to be careful with Emily. She was even more skittish about a relationship than he was. And that was saying a lot. But he also knew that chasing her would not be the right thing to do. Emily liked to process. Well, he had given her a lot to think on.

Emily was so intent on getting back to her room unnoticed that she completely missed the blonde coming from the other direction intent on the same mission. They met at the door.

"JJ?"

It was hard to say who was more surprised.

Emily's eyes narrowed as she took in the smaller woman dwarfed in the blue tailored oxford shirt. "Nice shirt. Didn't I see Hotch wearing that yesterday?" She grinned as JJ flushed and began to weave a fantastic tale.

"We were going over some of the details in the case and I had a glass of wine that I spilled so he offered me this shirt…."

Emily looked pointedly at her bare legs. "Did the wine spill on your pants too?"

"Yes?" JJ answered hesitantly before looking down at her legs and realizing that hers were not the only bare pair in the hallway. "Hey! That's Derek's shirt." She accused.

"What'd you know? It appears we both suffered from severe case of butterfingers last night. I could not hold a glass to save my life." She shook her head and opened their shared door. "So," She asked, turning to JJ, "What's new with you?"

"Eh, I had really good sex last night." She shook her head and laughed suddenly happy to be free of the secret she'd been harboring. "You?"

She started to reply with the same but ended up blurting out. "Derek told me he loves me." Emily looked at JJ, the panic clearly evident on her face.

"Oh wow." She sensed that Emily was not entirely happy over the news. "That's good, right?" JJ asked softly as Emily moved over to the double bed that she'd been using and sank onto it. "What are you thinking, Em?"

Emily blew out a breath. "I don't know." She gestured with her hands. "At first it was all fun, the sex was great, even the sneaking around was kind of fun." She looked at JJ. "You probably get that." She said sarcastically. "But lately, I don't want to sneak, I don't want to hide it."

"What do you want?" JJ prompted.

"Crap." She emitted as realization sunk in. "I love him, Jay." Emily whispered, as if she were afraid to say it out loud. She dropped her head into her hands. "What am I thinking? He has a revolving door policy on his women, they come in and they go out. How long do they usually last, a month, two tops?"

JJ chuckled, it had been a true statement but she honestly hadn't seen that happening in the last couple months. She hadn't really thought a lot about the whys, but she had noticed. She said as much to Emily.

Keyed up with emotion Emily dropped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I'm kind of freaking out. Can we talk about you now?" She looked pleadingly at her friend.

"What's to tell? Hotch and I are fuck buddies." The comment was made with little emotion.

Emily popped up, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, what?"

JJ shrugged. "We enjoy each other's company. There's nothing to tell. I can tell you Aaron Hotchner will never, ever declare himself in a hotel hallway. He is far too busy mourning his ex-wife and blaming himself for her death." The emotion that was missing in her voice was evident in her eyes.

Emily stared at her for several beats. "Oh sweetie."

JJ sighed, realizing that she'd said far too much. Her eyelids dropped. "It's okay, Em, I knew the deal going in." She hugged herself tightly.

"Yet that didn't stop you?"

Of course it hadn't. Eyes filled with tears looked at Emily. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Tonight does seem to be the night for them." She said with a smile, knowing before JJ said anything what she was going to say. Her next words confirmed it.

"I love him, Emily. I have for a long time and I decided if this was all I was going to get then I'd have to deal with it. I'd rather have something than nothing at all." And there were a lot of times she convinced herself it was enough.

Emily looked at her friend just barely holding it together. "Somehow that just doesn't seem fair."

JJ let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Trust me the sex is really good."

"You don't want more?" Emily asked.

JJ sighed again, "Of course I do." She responded honestly. "But I know it's never going to happen."

"Have you tried talking to him?" Emily wondered.

JJ raised a brow. "You do realize how ironic that sounds coming from you, right?"

The brunette giggled, she wasn't big on communication either; her reaction had been to run. "Point taken."

JJ smiled. "What do you say we get cleaned up and go and get some breakfast? Now that someone else knows my secret I'm kind of keyed up. There is no way I'm going to be able to fall asleep."

"We can always sleep on the plane." Emily agreed.

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"Our girls seem a little tired." Rossi commented, moving past a sleeping JJ and Emily. "I'm going to pretend their naked pillow fight kept them up late last night."

Hotch shot him a piercing look. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that."

Rossi shrugged as he slid into the seat beside Morgan. "You look contemplative what's bugging you?"

The younger man flashed a quick smile. "You think full on naked or bras and panties?"

Reid was moving towards them and missed the earlier comment but caught Derek's. "What are we talking about?"

"Insubordination." Hotch deadpanned. "Both of you would get your asses handed to you if either Prentiss or JJ heard you." He told his unrepentant agents.

Rossi sighed and turned away from studying the two women. "You are really a buzz kill. You know what you need?"

Hotch looked up once more from his ever present stack of files. "Let me guess, a woman, to get laid, and a sense of humor." He looked at his friend. "Did I miss anything?"

Rossi nodded. "No, I think that about covers it."

"Wait," Reid asked, looking from Hotch to Rossi, "What happened to Beth?"

Morgan chuckled at Reid's lack of insight into the inner workings of the team. "She moved to New York," He paused, "about a year ago."

The young doctor frowned. It had been roughly a year ago that JJ and Will decided that their relationship had run its course. "I knew that she had moved but I thought that you were fine with a long distance relationship."

"It ran its course." Hotch replied offhandedly, unconsciously using the same phrase the JJ used when she announced the end of her relationship with Will.

The comment had Reid's eyebrows rising. He looked at his fellow companions to see if they thought anything odd but obviously not as Morgan was reaching for his earplugs and Rossi had pulled out a book. Hotch however was regarding him curiously. Reid pursed his lips. "Uh, that's, uh, too bad. She was nice."

Hotch stared at him for a moment longer before nodding. "Yes, she was a nice lady." Then he returned to his files.

Hotch stared at the file for a long time without even seeing the words. He realized his mistake as soon as he looked at Reid. Shit. The last thing he needed was for JJ to find out that he inadvertently slipped and exposed their relationship to Reid. She was wary enough. If she realized that he was the one to end things with Beth and not the other way around he could only imagine her reaction. She wasn't looking for a needy bastard that was so in love with her he'd take whatever she offered. She didn't want a commitment, she just wanted sex. Fuck. He scrubbed a hand over his face and willed his racing heart to slow. Unable to prevent it he stole a glance at her and sighed.

Morgan wasn't so stealthy. He used his headphones as a decoy and pretended to be lost in the music as he studied the object of his affection. She was asleep so she wouldn't scowl at him or make him look away. He was free to look his fill. If anyone would have ever suggested he would fall for Emily Prentiss he would have laughed. Not because of anything lacking in her, she just wasn't his type. Or so he thought. The more time he spent with her the more he was attracted, and the easier it was for him to see why none of the other women had stuck. Now if only he could convince her. She shifted and he quickly dropped his eyes. Last thing he needed was for her to find him ogling her.

JJ woke with a crick in her neck, as she rubbed it she quickly took inventory of where everyone was. Emily was still sound asleep, looking deceptively like she hadn't a care in the world. Reid and Rossi were reading. Morgan had his headphones on but she could have sworn he'd been looking in their direction. Hotch was working. He must have sensed her stare because he looked up and caught her.

"Rough night?" He questioned softly.

"Couldn't sleep."

"You should try the remedy that I suggested to Hotch." Rossi intoned.

JJ rolled her eyes. "I can only imagine what remedy you advised."

"So tell me, what's keeping you awake, Jen? I envisioned you and Prentiss engaged in a pillow fight. Naked."

JJ sighed as she stretched her tired limbs. Standing, she aimed for the galley, intent on a cup of coffee to clear the cobwebs. "We usually do have pillow fights when we're forced to share a room but last night we did full body massages." She dropped her voice seductively. "Emily has great hands."

"You really shouldn't encourage him." Hotch warned her. "I'm convinced he's in cahoots with the hotels to make sure you two room together. If he shows up at your door with a velvet smoking jacket, don't answer."

Rossi chuckled appreciatively. "Holy shit, was that a joke? Next thing you'll be telling me you got laid recently."

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