This oneshot was originally going to be centered on Prentiss, but when I started writing the rough draft during school, it morphed into one about Hotch.
Disclaimer: I do not own CM!
It'd been a long, long day for the BAU. Aaron Hotchner gazed out of his office window to the near-empty bullpen below. He silently observed his team, a frown on his face. Just about all of them were asleep or falling asleep. Reid had skillfully perched his head atop his arm, giving the illusion that he was at leas somewhat conscious, but Hotch knew better. JJ was leaning against the wall, dozing. Morgan wasn't even attempting to hide it, his head resting on his folded arms. The last time he'd seen Rossi, the senior agent had his nose buried a little too far in his book, and while falling asleep at work was uncharacteristic for him, Hotch knew he was probably snoozing by this time. Hell, Hotch himself felt like making a pillow out of his paperwork and sawing logs. The only one who looked at least a little awake was Prentiss, who was diligently writing her report.
I should just send them home, Hotch mused, rising from his seat. He exited the office, walking to the bullpen. Silently, he came up behind Prentiss. He glanced briefly over her shoulder. She must be tired. Her handwriting's terrible. Truthfully, it was almost illegible.
"Prentiss," he said. When she didn't respond he repeated her name, louder, at the same time, giving her shoulder a terse shake.
The woman jumped in her seat, looking slightly dazed. In her surprise, she'd scribbled all over the report. "Wha-?" she murmured.
Hotch sighed. Even she'd been asleep, though he couldn't fathom how she'd fallen asleep and was still writing. He figured that was a sign that they needed to leave.
"Go home," he told her softly. Prentiss nodded drowsily, and she began gathering her things.
Hotch began walking around, gradually waking the others up and sending them home. They didn't have to be kept away from their homes just because he didn't want to return to his empty one.
With one last stare over the now vacant area, Hotch returned to his office and sat down at his desk. He closed his eyes, and he thought.
M'kay. Not funny like my other oneshots… Still, I like how it turned out. This was originally based off personal experience. I have actually fallen asleep during class while writing. It was strange waking up like that. I've also fallen asleep while kneeling and while singing in church, which is even odder. But like I said, it turned into a Hotch-fic instead of a Prentiss-fic.
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