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Lacy here. So I never got around to my last dares from Crys and Celia but after Crys reminding me I looked the dares back over and since they're both the same artist, I'm throwing them into one! Have fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything by Robbie Williams or the show.

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Hotch leaned forward on his dining room table, headphones clamped over his ears as he worked on his paperwork. After poking, prodding and threatening, Hotch had left the office two hours before. Wincing, Hotch quickly changed the song he was listening to. As much as he liked the music on his iPod, Sexed Up by Robbie Williams was not something to be listening to while doing paperwork. The next song that started was also by Robbie Williams, She's The One. Hotch leaned back in his chair and listened to the lyrics. He wasn't one to listen to a song and start thinking about anything but music did help clear his mind when he was over thinking and that's exactly what he was doing right now. He may have had the paperwork in front of him, but his mind was not on it. Nope, his mind was focused on the woman sleeping in his bed, down the hall. True, he should be down there with her because if she woke up and he wasn't there, well her mood swings lately made most of their unsubs look like kittens. But they'd had a fight earlier, thus why Dave had to practically shoot to get him to leave the office. Looking back, the fight was stupid. She wanted to stay in the field a few more weeks. She promised to stay at whatever police station they were at, she just wasn't ready to be office bound. He'd been in a bad mood from his meeting with Strauss and things went down hill from there.

Hotch yanked his headphones off and tossed them on the table. Music wasn't helping tonight. Right after the fight, he'd seen how stupid his words were but before he could apologize, she'd gotten Dave to drive her home and when Hotch had gotten home, she was already asleep. Not surprising, she was low on energy these days.

"You coming to bed tonight?"

Hotch turned in his chair, seeing Emily standing in the hall, her left hand rubbing her almost seven month stomach, her wedding and engagement rings glittering in what little light was on.

"I didn't know if you wanted me in the room." Hotch said.

Emily walked, well waddled but Hotch wasn't saying THAT out loud, over to Hotch and sat on his lap.

"We fought Aaron," Emily said. "we've done it before and we'll do it again. But I have never kicked you out of the bedroom and I'm not about to start now. Plus," she put Hotch's hand on her stomach. "she won't calm down without Daddy there."

Hotch smiled and kissed Emily, feeling their baby kick, while flipping his files closed and turning off his iPod.

"Alright sweetheart, let's go to bed." Hotch said, helping Emily up before standing himself. He held her hands, not letting her walk away. "I am sorry Emily. I never meant to snap at you and get into a fight."

Emily shook her head. "Don't worry about it Aaron, the whole team knows you need time to cool down after a Strauss meeting. I just forgot."

"Well, can we agree not to let you forget again?" Hotch asked. "Because I really hate fighting with you."

Emily smiled and nodded. "Agreed. I hate fighting too."

Hotch squeezed Emily's hands before leading her down the hall to their room.

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There ya go. Really pointless but it's just there for the dares. Let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading.

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