Something made me do this!
Okay, it's something that just popped in my head, so here it is…and it's going to be either a two-parter or three.
Thank you HGRHfan35 for sticking with me, bless you!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own CM or its characters; darn!
Enjoy!
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I Hate Him!
I hate him!
Why?
He's an arrogant ass; he's always 'by-the-book', and the 'I'm the Unit Chief' attitude.
Urggh!
What did it matter how I tackle the UnSub? I got the job done; bad man was caught.
Now, he was making me sit on my desk for the rest of the freaking week, writing reports. He knew I hate writing reports.
Talk about abuse.
Why me?
Why does he keep singling me out for shitty assignments?
"Work the field, Prentiss."
"You and Morgan go here…go there…get there now!"
Emily was attacking her report with force; the poor piece of paper was horribly abused by her; she had written so hard that the writing was cut through. Needless to say, she had to start afresh.
But at the moment, she didn't care if the paper had several holes.
"Problem, Princess?" Derek was grinning as he picked up his go-bag; he was ready to call it a day.
"Shut up, Derek. Unless you want your family line to end right now." She replied annoyingly, not bothering looking up at him.
"Ooh! Someone is a touch bitchy." He grinned.
"I'll show you bitchy!" She showed him her middle finger.
"Ouch! Let's not be too…"
"Morgan, problem?" Hotch interrupted him.
"Not at all, man. Heading out right now." He said a hasty good night to Emily who didn't acknowledge him as he left.
Hotch, who was standing outside his office looking down at the bull pen, looked down at Emily before he went back to his office, closing the door.
"Ass hole," Emily mumbled as she continued her work. There were five more reports with the next day's dateline.
"Emily?"
She looked up and saw David walking down from his office.
"Late night?" He asked as he approached her desk.
Pointing to the stack of files, "My Friday night date."
Shaking his head, he looked up to where Hotch was in his office.
"I just don't understand why he is punishing you like this," he said.
"Beats me. I'm his punching bag, I guess." Emily shrugged.
"I don't think so. Did you try to talk to him?"
Shaking her head, "No. And I'm not going to."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to give him the satisfaction that this is bothering me."
Heaving a sigh, he said, "You know, you two are alike! Pig-headed, hard headed and stubborn as mules."
Emily looked at him and smiled, "Thanks Dave but don't lump me with him. I'm not like him at all."
"On second thought, I agree; you're more pig-headed than he."
"I'll take that as a compliment." She nodded as she went back to her work. "Now, if you don't mind, I want to finish my date here."
"Mule." Dave said.
"Good night, Dad." Emily mumbled.
"Good night." He left the bull pen.
An hour later,
"Are you finished with the reports?" Hotch voice startled her.
Emily frowned angrily as she looked at the report; she was almost done and as he startled her, she had scratched a pen line all along her work.
"Shit!" she mumbled as she crumpled the piece of paper and threw it violently into the trash can on her right; she had to start afresh.
"Excuse me?" He asked her.
That's it! Thought Emily angrily. I've had enough of his tyrannical attitude.
She stood up, standing right in front of him, "You know, I don't give a shit anymore. I've had enough of your crap and your holier-than-thou attitude."
"Pren…" He glared at her.
"No. You hear me out. I'm sick and tired of the way you treated me. Yes, I screwed up in the take down but if I were to wait for you, Derek or Rossi, I would have died. He would have killed me and the victim. I didn't have time to wait. It was now or live to regret the consequences if something had happened to Carilyn Anders. I'll be damned if I'm being punished for bull shit." Her chest was heaving, her heart racing.
He stared at her for a moment and said, "Are you done?"
"No. But that's all I can get out for the moment."
"Oh. Now, are you ready to hear me out?" He asked.
She could see he was seething and trying hard to restrained himself. She nodded.
"First, I don't appreciate you yelling at me. You forget, I'm your boss. Second, I'm trying hard to make sure you stay in one piece, alive. Third, I don't like to see you putting yourself in harm's way."
"Why?" She was confused; he was not angry at her per se. Just the way she acted?
"Because you're one of my team. I have to make sure you don't get hurt."
"Bullshit!" She uttered.
Hotch arched an eyebrow.
"You don't get on Derek or Dave, even Reid when they are the one tackling an UnSub. And don't give me this bullshit about me being a female. Oh no, save your chauvinistic act. I can take care of myself."
"I know that. But I…" He stopped.
"You what?"
"Nothing." He sighed. "Just go home. It's late."
He turned to head back up to his office.
Emily tried to read him; he seemed…sad.
Now I'm a whole lot more confused. I thought he hated me? So why the sadness?
Something is just not right.
Not one to leave things as it was, she followed him up the stairs.
Not bothering to knock on the door, she barged in and stopped.
"Hotch?" She frowned.
He was sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands.
He looked up at her when he heard her voice.
"What are you still doing here? Didn't I tell you to go home?" He tried to sound stern but Emily saw that his eyes didn't match his voice.
"Not until you tell me what's going on." She stood in front of his desk.
"Nothing is going on. Go home."
"No. I'm not an idiot and stop telling me to go home."
Hotch sighed as he looked down on his desk.
"Either we talk or we're going to sit here for the rest of the night if we have to. I'm not leaving, and neither are you."
"Pig headed," he mumbled.
Emily grinned slightly, "That's what Dave called me."
"He gave you that speech?" he looked up at her.
She nodded, "If you meant the one about being hard headed and stubborn as mules, then I guess yeah, he did."
Hotch nodded. "I don't understand why he insisted we're alike."
"Yeah, he said that to me too."
Together they uttered at the same time, "We're not alike."
And smiled together.
They sat opposite each other, silent.
Finally after a minute, Hotch began.
"You don't have a clue, do you?" He began.
"I…don't know what you're talking about."
"Why I'm so hard on you."
"No."
"Pre…Emily, for a profiler, you're quite oblivious to what's around you."
"Hotch, what are you talking about, and please no more guessing. You know I hate guessing games and puzzles."
He chuckled which surprised her; he never chuckled for her.
"I know. And I know you hate getting up too early on Sundays. You hate it when someone tells you you're beautiful. You hate to be late to work, and you hate decaf."
Emily's mouth opened; how did he…
"You like sticky buns; you're not satisfied unless you had two. You like to watch at least one chick-flick movie per week to satisfy your compassionate soul."
He stood up and came around to her, leaning against the edge of his desk.
Emily found this slightly uncomfortable; he had never stood like this, he always maintained his distance. Then what he just said about her likes and dislikes…
"Hotch?"
Hotch smiled softly, watching her; she tried not to squirm under his intense gaze.
"You know I'm not a very personable person. I don't like anyone invading my personal space, I'm not the type who feels free to heap praises for a job well done. I don't talk about my problems, except to Dave but he has not heard all of it. I carry a heavy burden by choice and most of all, according to Dave, I don't have a social life. It's been almost two years since Haley's death and I've not dated since. I don't want to go on a date because I don't have the time or the desire."
Emily nodded but stayed silent.
Hotch continued, "But something happened; I found my Kryptonite."
"Kryptonite? As in Superman's weakness thingy? Not another puzzle!"
He nodded.
"Okay…where is it?" She asked.
"Not where, who."
"Who…oh…" She realized he was referring to her as he kept his gaze on her.
"Yes. You, Emily."
"Why?"
Hotch chuckled, "If I didn't know better, I'd thought Jack is passing his bad habits to you."
"Hotch, no more puzzles!"
"Okay." He took a deep breath and let it out. "I…I…think you're a great person."
Emily blinked; did I hear him right? He thinks I'm a great person. That's it?
"And," he continued. "I'm really attracted to you and I want to get to know more about you, personally." He breathed a sigh of relief.
Emily was stunned. "You're attracted to me."
Hotch nodded.
Emily squinted at him.
"Emily?" He was feeling nervous; she was not responding to my confession.
What now?
Finally, before he asked again, she spoke. "Let me get this straight, you got on my case for the last few months. Every time I took a step, you lectured me. Every time I tried to contribute to a case, you shot it down. Then, when I tackled that UnSub by myself, you punished me by making me do those damn reports. And all this time you like me, you are attracted to me. What the hell? I don't think so, Hotch."
"Emily…if you'll let me explain," Hotch tried to cut her.
She stood up, "No. I went through hell trying to figure why you hate me. What I had done wrong. All those times I agonized, and I tried to stay out of your hair. And all because you're attracted to me? My god, Hotch! You sure have a strange and sick way of showing it!"
She quickly walked to the doorway but turned around to face him, "I don't appreciate all those times you punished me because you're…you're. You know what? You're acting like a juvenile. Only a kid would do something to a girl he likes. You are not a kid. I'm not a kid. Damn it, Hotch, act your age.
I don't want to hear your expressions of affections for me anymore. I'll put in a transfer Monday. I don't think I can work for you anymore."
With that, she left.
"Emily!" Hotch realized he botched the whole thing.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He chastised himself. How could you be so damn stupid! She's right; I had been acting like a dumb jerk and a juvenile.
And now she was gone.
Shit! I need to get to her.
Grabbing his jacket and keys, he hurried after her.
…End of Part 1…
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And yes, the second part will be out soon!
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Lizzie