Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from...or maybe I do. I was watching "100" and there are a few scenes with Anderson in it, so I just randomly thought, "I haven't read any FF story with Anderson in it...he may be a minor character, but I'm sure he has his own story." So here it is, folks! Hope you enjoy, and please don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

There had always been a reason that Hotch had an unexplainable hate for Anderson. Nobody could ever figure out why. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Anderson had carelessly left Elle unguarded at her home after he was ordered (by Hotch) to drop her off, which had allowed Randall Garner to easily break into the house, ambush and shoot her. That had been the main reason, up until a week ago, when Hotch stumbled across some disconcerting news. He now had a more tangible reason. Anderson was sleeping with Prentiss. Emily Prentiss, his agent, his friend, and the woman who seemed to be haunting his dreams lately. And he was jealous. Hell, every man in the FBI seemed to be jealous that Anderson, OF ALL PEOPLE, was going out with the gorgeous, dark-haired beauty that was the Ambassador's daughter. As for Emily, she seemed oblivious to all the male attention. She always was. Hotch just figured that she was used to it. After all, she was absolutely beautiful, with her porcelain pale skin and her dark, deep eyes. Even a blind man would be able to see that. Hotch knew that Prentiss and Anderson had always been friends, ever since they both joined the BAU. Anderson had worked in the BAU for just over a year when she joined, and he had helped her overcome some of the awkwardness and mistrust that came with being a new agent. Ever since then, they would talk occasionally, and they always exchanged pleasantries when they got the chance. But Hotch, and the rest of the BAU for that matter, was surprised when they found out about their romantic relationship. For Hotch, it got even worse when he saw, at the very end of the day, Anderson approach Emily and give her a small, yet long kiss. He was surprised at just how jealous he felt. Since when had he become so obsessed with Prentiss? He had no idea, but he figured it was somewhere around the first day he had ever laid eyes on her. Not even the first day she had walked into his office, asking for her job. No, he had been enchanted by her ever since he first saw her, when he was working security clearances for the Ambassador and she had been heading off to Yale.

Hotch did a small internal double-take. Hadn't Anderson been dating Tech Agent Gina Sharp? What had happened? And when had Emily started going out with him? And WHY HIM? Hotch had so many questions that he needed answers to, but he just couldn't seem to bring himself to ask her. What was he going to say? "Hey Emily, I was wondering why decided to go out with someone like Anderson, when you could go out with me, especially because I just so happen to be madly in love with you?" He paused, thinking it over. That actually didn't sound that bad.

"Oh, who am I kidding? That sounds horrible! She'd probably slap me on the face and ask me what the hell was going on!" He muttered to himself, as he arranged the files on his desk. Just then, he happened to look up and Emily was standing in the doorway. He blinked a couple of times, startled to see her, and then he re-composed himself. She smiled.

"Hey Hotch, here are the rest of the case files that you wanted. I just thought I'd finish them early so I can go grab lunch." She walked over to his desk and placed the files neatly in a pile. He figured this would be his only opportunity, so he mustered up his courage and turned to ask her a question. "Funny," he thought, "I can take down the strongest and most prolific serial killers and psychopaths, but I can't even ask a friend of mine to lunch."

He cleared his throat. "Pr- Emily, I was just about to go get lunch myself. Do you mind if I come with you? In fact, we have a team meeting after lunch, and I was going to take the time to brief you so you could help lead, just like Morgan and Rossi did last week."

He looked up at Emily, and became confused at the expression on her face. This wasn't good. She sighed and gave him a (shy?) smile, then said, "I'd love to Hotch, but I was actually meeting Anderson for lunch…I hope you don't mind. We could talk another time."

Hotch felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. Of course. Of course the ONE time he would ask her to lunch, she'd be busy with Anderson, the world's top JERK. He gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and he said, "Sure Prentiss. Another time." But Emily was a good profiler. She noticed the way that he started to avoid looking her in the eyes, the way he seemed to turn away whenever she was with Anderson, the way he seemed…deflated, after she turned his lunch offer down. Was he jealous of Anderson? And…why? She stayed in his office, sitting down in one of the chairs facing him. She looked at him straight and said, "Alright Hotch, what's wrong?" Before he could protest, she interrupted. "And don't say that nothing's wrong, because I am a profiler, in case you've forgotten, and I'm a pretty damn good one, if I say so myself. So spill."

He just looked at her. How had he become so easy to read? He hated that she could read him so well, just like an open book. But that's why she was amazing at her job. She paid attention to everything. Everything. She was even borderline OCD to a point. But he loved her, and nothing he did or said could hide that.

Author's Note: Make sure to read Part Two! (: