Title: The C Experiment

Prompt: Deadwood: Unauthorized Cinnamon

A/N: So the lighter and much fluffier side of my muse decided to make an appearance at last and I welcomed it with open arms. Anyways if all goes well I should have another one of these TV Prompt stories up some time later tonight. Anyways enjoy this short one here and don't forget to review!

The C Experiment

'Seriously you're kidding, right," Emily exclaimed as she took another bite of the cinnamon roll she had ordered to go with her coffee.

I myself had ordered a banana nut muffin as soon as we had arrived at the diner for our weekly coffee retreat. We'd started doing it after the Colorado incident. Just a simple coffee meeting once a week before week, but the affect it had on our growing friendship was tremendous. During the past few months I'd learned many things about her. One that I enjoyed her company and that if I wasn't careful I could really fall for her. Second Emily Prentiss was big fan of cinnamon and she was completely flabbergasted to learn that I was not.

"No I'm not kidding," I answered as her tongue flicked out to lick her lips.

'Well then you have to tell me the reason behind this travesty," Emily replied her face lighting up with curiosity.

"I could," I agreed, "But it's kind of a long story."

"Well I'm all ears," She prompted gesturing for me to get on with the story already.

Smiling I took a sip of my coffee before I began to share with her the reason for my indifference to cinnamon. "I was never a big fan of it to begin with," I began, "But when I was 16 Sean's C experiment made me hate it even more."

"C experiment," Emily interrupted with a raised eyebrow.

"Shh," I chided, "If you let me finish the story you'll understand."

"Alright," Emily said with a smile before I continued.

"Anyways as I was saying by the time I was 16 I was already working after school so that left Sean in charge of making dinner most nights," I said picking up where I left off, "And that was fine until he decided to start using cinnamon in everything he cooked. Before Mom and I knew it he was seasoning chicken with cinnamon, cumin, and curry powder, he was throwing cinnamon into every sauce he made, etc, etc. It got so bad I even had to hide the cinnamon from him at one point. And that is the short version of why I don't particularly like cinnamon."

Emily nodded in understanding once I was finished before saying, "Alright I admit your brother might have gone a bit over board back then but you can't let one bad experiment taint your outlook on something as wonderful as cinnamon for the rest of you life.'

"Why not?" I argued.

"Because it's causing you to miss out on some great things in life, like this cinnamon roll, here," She explained, "Not mention other fabulous things like my grandma's snicker doodles."

I shook my head before saying, "I'm sure your grandmother's cookies are fine but I'm afraid there's nothing you can do to change my mind."

That last comment was a mistake because she took it as a challenge and proceeded to dare me to take a bite of her cinnamon roll. Finally after a minute or two of that I gave in only to shut her up.

"See it's fabulous, isn't it," She asked after I'd taken a bite.

I just shrugged in response after I'd finished chewing and then pulled out my wallet to pay for our coffee before saying, "Come on it's time to head to work."

"Alright, Hotch," She agreed as we both stood up, "But just so you know this isn't over, not by a long shot."

That's exactly what I feared I thought to myself as we left the diner.