A/N: Heyy everyone! soo, this isn't my first fic, but it is my first on this account. Me being the fool i am, I can't login to my old account!! (long story)

So please go on SSAgeorgiaa if you like this story and want to read more. The other three stories I posted on there are quite short, but still a good read :)

ANYWAY, back to the part you actually care about! I wrote this story originally planning on it being one, long fic. But I think i'll have to make it a couple or few chapters. Mainly because I think the start of the next part will sound better as a new chapter :) I dont know, that's how my mind works. Also, I got the inspiration for this story from another HP fic I read a few weeks ago. Unfortunately I haven't been able to find it. If I do find it thought I'll definitely post it on here so I don't feel so bad for not doing so.

So in this chapter, Hotch and Emily have a "moment" and they aren't sure how to react about it afterwards... Anyway, something happens in the next chapter to make them both think that the other doesn't feel the same as they do... But don't worry! they'll be together in the end! haha This is a bit of a case-fic as well, but I'm not sure if it'll stay that way. i'll see if I can think up a good case to go along with it. anyway(again), happy reading! and reviewing! ;)

Georgiaaa

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds *sigh*

Waking Up Never Hurt Anyone

Emily thought she was still dreaming when she woke in Hotch's arms.

Her hands were rested against his chest and her head was cupped by his right arm underneath it.

She twitched a bit in his grip, feeling the floor beneath them. She realised she wouldn't be dreaming about having Hotch wrapped around her… Not on a hard and extremely uncomfortable surface, anyway.

What had happened? Why was Hotch so closely wrapped around her? And more importantly, why could she feel his calloused hand on the bare skin of her back?

She tried to trail her thoughts back to the events of the night before. She was obviously still in the conference room of the BAU. JJ had been talking about a new case… Had there been a black-out? Her mind's ramblings were disturbed when she heard Hotch mumble something, "Emm-ly…" his eyes fluttered open. He looked around the room. He moaned slightly, to rid his tiredness, "Wh… What time is it?"

Emily had watched him regain his memory a lot easier than she had been able to. "I don't know… Wha -" She stopped when his eyes suddenly locked with hers. It was too much. They were too close. He leaned his forward so their lips met, and they shared a brief but incredibly tender kiss.

Emily shot up from their position. "Hotch!" her eyes widened from the realisation of what had just happened. "I, uh, I… I'll go put some coffee on!" She lifted herself off the ground, feeling his hand slip from underneath her blouse. Before Hotch could even think of something to say, Emily had already walked out of the conference room, clearly flustered.

She made her way down the steps of the bullpen, trying not to focus on what had just occurred, but what had the night before. She walked towards the resident kitchen, one hand in her hair and the other on her lips where the feeling of Hotch's lips remained. She jumped when she saw Rossi leaning against the counter sipping at a mug in his hand.

"Did I scare you?"

"Uh, no, sorry, I just came to make some coffee."

"Looks like I beat you to it," He smirked. Rossi had been the first to wake up, closely followed by Morgan. Both of whom had seen their two colleagues lying next to each other. Morgan, unlike Rossi, had simply shrugged it off. What had surprised Rossi more than finding Emily and Hotch sleeping together was, in fact, how little it had surprised him.

"How did you sleep last night?" Rossi asked slyly, passing her a mug.

"About as comfortable as you can on carpeted floor."

He nodded, satisfied with her answer, "They cleared up the snow and the power's back. We should be good for the case now."

So it HAD been a black-out. And suddenly it came back to her.

"Prentiss, come over here." "No, Hotch. Seriously, I'm fine." It was pitch black, around midnight and she could see his stern face in the beam of the small flash light he held. "Prentiss, the heat is off and you're shivering. It's only logical."

That's all it was. They were just – innocently - sharing body heat. Nothing more, nothing less.

At least maybe until this morning.

"Hey guys," JJ approached them, "I just got off the phone to the state police department .The Sheriff was pretty distressed when we didn't arrive last night. The jet's here in 20 minutes. I'll have to run the case by you once we're off ground."

Rossi and Emily nodded and they each went their separate ways.

The team assembled outside the jet in their coats and jackets, Hotch being the last to arrive.

"Okay, let's get going"

Hotch stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for his team mates to get inside. As Emily reached the bottom of the steps they glanced at each other awkwardly and he walked in after her. He was surprised when she quickly made her way to be seated next to Morgan, but showed no evidence of it.

Emily rushed her way over to sit next to Morgan so she could eliminate any chance of her sitting near Hotch. It's not that she wanted to avoid Hotch. But she didn't trust herself next to him, and he hadn't seemed to notice anyway. Was he planning on just being ignorant of what had happened? These thoughts made something tug in Emily's stomach. Had it been meaningless to him?

"JJ" Hotch indicated to her, sitting in the seat opposite Morgan and JJ taking the seat next to him.

"Okay, so three victims found within the past three weeks, Katherine Davis, Heidi McBride and Elizabeth Rogers," the team passed around photos of the crime scenes and files as JJ handed them out, "all in their early-mid 20s, found with multiple stab wounds."

"Heidi McBride was a brunette and the other two were blondes…" said Rossi holding two photos, one of Heidi McBride, the other of Elizabeth Rogers.

"Could be more than one unsub then? Each with different tastes - Taking turns at picking their victim. We've had cases like that before," said Morgan.

"Yeah, but they were usually group killings – a family. It wouldn't take much for someone to overpower these women alone," Reid contradicted. Morgan nodded in reasoning. "In Fact 86% of…" Reid continued into one of his usual ramblings.

Emily looked at Hotch, who was, apparently, listening to Reid. She was trying to find some sort of emotion in his face, but was unsuccessful. She sighed sadly.

"Okay kid, we get it," Morgan stopped Reid, a hand on his forehead.

Thanks for reading! What did you think? I'll have more up soon. hopefully.

Update 12.40am 28/2/10: I feel like even more of a fool right now. I just realised I used two names of victims that weren't supposed to be in this story! It's alright now! fixed it! sorry if you early readers noticed it. I'll be sure to check over the story more thoroughly from now on. :|

Also, is anyone else having major Criminal Minds withdrawals? HURRY UP MARCH 3RD!!

Georgiaaa :)