Brown Eyed Girl

Disclaimer: CBS is the sole owner of Criminal Minds, not me.

Summary: Hotch is having recurring dreams of a brown eyed woman and he can't figure out who's she is.

A/N: I didn't realize how many stories I've done about dreams, so I decided to re-edit them and post them as a multi chapter fic. Enjoy.

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Leonardo da Vinci said, "The eyes see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake."

Hotch was asleep in his bed, tossing and turning loss in a deep dream.

Emitting a moan in his dream, Hotch saw them, those dark brown eyes on the girl of his dreams that he couldn't get in a clear picture of.

"Touch me." the dark eyed woman said huskily "You can touch me."

Hotch, lying on his bed reached up and cupped the dark eyed woman's cheek pulling her down on top of him.

"Do you taste as good as you look?" Hotch asked.

"You tell me." the woman said teasingly.

Flipping them over, Hotch leaned over hovering over the woman to suck on the base of her neck, when he heard the chuckle.

'Sounds familiar' Hotch thought to himself only to be pulled out of the dream.

The blaring alarm clock caused him to groan into his pillow.

"Why?" Hotch moaned 'Always before I get to the good part. At least I got to hear her laugh.'

Hotch strolled through the bullpen headed over to get some coffee from the break room when he heard it.

'I know that laugh' Hotch thought walking in seeing Morgan, Garcia, Reid and Emily.

"Come on, kid." Morgan teased "Tell us when the last time you had a date was?"

Emily laughed punching Morgan's shoulder, "Don't tease him."

"Ouch" Morgan said mockingly rubbing his shoulder only to see Hotch and went into professional mode.

"What?" Emily asked than turned to see Hotch and cleared her throat.

Nodding at Hotch as she walked out of the break room she said, "Sir."

Hotch saw as his scattered team walk back to work, Hotch turned around to see Emily tease Reid and Morgan.

'Could it be...?' Hotch thought then shook his head and resumed his task at getting coffee.

Hotch sighed as he fell asleep, and saw those brown eyes again.

"Hello, stranger." the dark eyed woman said laughing lightly as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest.

"Tell me who you are." Hotch asked moaning when she sucked on his neck.

"You tell me." the dark eyed woman said moaning when Hotch bit her lower lip.

Hotch flipped them over so he was on top of her smelling her dark hair "You smell like cinnamon."

"Taste me." she moaned as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

"I want you." Hotch said leaning in and kissing her deeply "So much."

"All you have to do is ask" she moaned as he lowered himself to enter her.

Hotch's eyes opened at the sound of his alarm clock, getting up he glared at it.

"Dark hair, dark brown brown eyes." Hotch said groaning heading over to the shower "Smells like cinnamon."

'Who are you?' Hotch thought walking through the bullpen into the BAU.

"Morning, sir." Emily said smiling at him as Hotch walked up the catwalk to his office.

"Morning, Prentiss." Hotch said entering his office.

Hotch clicked the light on his watch seeing it was 2 am and looked around at his sleeping team on the BAU jet.

Looking across, the jet tilted a little and Hotch saw something fall out of her go-bag.

Sighing quietly, Hotch got up and picked up the cinnamon scented shampoo.

Eyes widening at that, he tucked the shampoo in her bag and sat back down across the aisle from the sleeping brunette.

Hotch leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes, and saw his brown eyed girl again.

"There you are." the brunette said teasingly "I thought you'd never show up."

"Tell me something true." Hotch asked.

"You're the sexiest man I've ever seen." the brunette said "And the greatest man I've met."

Hotch saw the brunette lean over grabbing his shoulders pulling him on top of her.

"You can touch me." the brunette said, "I'm right here, sir."

Hotch leaned down and put his hands on her face recognizing the brunette underneath him, when she said "Hotch."

"Hotch?" the brunette repeated again.

Hotch felt himself being pulled out of his dream when he felt the familiar hand

"Hotch?" Emily repeated patting his hand.

Hotch opened his eyes to see the brunette from his dreams, Emily.

Emily lowered herself to his eye level, smiling at him as she whispered "Are you alright?"

Shocked he nodded and he saw her inwardly put a wall up probably thinking he was being cold.

"Ok. You were making a noise, just wanted to be sure." Emily got up away from him "I'm right here, sir."

Hotch's eyes shot up to her and he realized, even out of the dream, he wanted her. Needed her. Loved her.

Hotch got out of his seat, quietly dragging Emily to the jet bathroom with him.

"Hotch?" Emily said quietly "What?"

"I've been having dreams..." Hotch started closing the door behind them.

"What kind of dreams?" Emily asked biting her lip.

Hotch turned around to face her, "Sex dreams. About you."

"Oh." Emily said surprised "Ok. You want to talk about it?"

"No." Hotch said "But I want this."

Emily was surprised when Hotch charged at her pulling her into a deep kissed.

Emily put her hands on Hotch's chest trying to pull away but was surprised when she grabbed his suit jacket pulling him closer to her.

When Hotch pulled back, he saw lust and longing in Emily's eyes, "Do you want this?"

Emily nodded her head "Yeah."

Hotch leaned in and kissed her again, surprised when she threw his jacket off of him.

A ding pulled them out of their actions, both panting with need and heard the voice of the BAU jet's captain.

"This is your Captain, speaking. Due to a high altitude and turbulence, we're asking that you buckle up and be prepared for the descent into D.C."

Hotch heard Emily groan and he looked down to see her, biting her lip.

Touching her forehead with his lips, "Well continue this once we get back home."

Hotch and Emily left the confines of the bathroom quietly only to see their wide awake team smirking at them.

"Join the mile high club?" Morgan teased.

The only response was a double glare from the dark haired agents.

Hotch sat next to Emily for the rest of the ride, holding hands under the desk.

"My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected." Author Unknown

To Be Continued...

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