Hi guys! So this is my first Criminal Minds Fanfic, and my first M Rated one, so please R&R! This chapter isn't M, and I am not sure whether you guys will like it, but I have the rest planned out and written down on paper, so I just need to type it up. Please also tell me if I get facts wrong, so I can change it! Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, if I did, Paget Brewster would still be on the show.
She was going home. The London Interpol office was great. Amazing actually, but it was too much for her, Not that it was hard to control, it really wasn't, the teams were great, followed the rules, got things done, she just didn't want the power. She had never been the leader type, when she was in charge, she panicked. Leaders needed to be strong, stable, to be able to push away personal problems for the good of the team. To keep emotion on the back burner. They needed to be like Hotch.
Aaron Hotchner. She had seen many leaders, directors, and such types in her life, CIA, Interpol, wherever, but none had been able to keep a team like him. Strong, capable, no doubt intelligent, witty when he wanted to, and to her, a really good friend. She had always felt something for him. Whether it was the dimples when he smiled, or that sense of sarcasm that she saw only every once in awhile, she had no doubt in her mind she felt something towards him. Love? She couldn't tell you if her life depended on it. But there was something, after that trial, the dance at Jayje's wedding, she's known. But at the same time she didn't.
No doubt in Emily Prentiss's mind did she miss the Bureau, granted she could do without the paperwork, but she missed the team. Missed the feeling of adrenaline cracking a case wide open, because when you run an office, you really don't do much field work. That, some may say was the reason she came back to the BAU, for the cases, but the others, the ones with that gushy romantic heart, would say its for him. Aaron Hotchner, he always comes up, whenever she thinks, dreams, somehow he's always there. Her former boss, no- scratch that. Her boss. She had the transfer papers from London, she was officially a Fed again. Officially back with the team. Back with him.
God Emily! Pull yourself together. He has a girlfriend. He's happy. Get over it. You went to London. You lost your chance, OK? Now get in there, because you want to surprise them.
Thats right, surprise them. No one, except Strauss knew about her transfer. Thats the way she wanted, surprise them. She hasn't seen any of them in person since Morgan and Pen helped her move in to her London apartment, and she hasn't video chatted with PG and Jayje in about two weeks.
The dark haired woman steps out of the elevator. Her eyes boring into the clear glass doors with the fuzzy FBI emblem, third floor J. Edgar Hoover Building, Right Wing. She couldn't bring herself to forget.
She saw the team inside. Reid, new haircut? playing, what is that? Gin? against himself, she chuckled. She glanced to the right, Morgan was talking to a woman she didn't recognize, not Blake, she met Blake on one of PG's skype calls. Probably another intern, she thought to herself with a smirk, Garcia was showing JJ something on her iPad, and Rossi was talking to Blake, she could tell, even with the woman's back to her, the short dark brown hair.
She takes one more quick sweep with her eyes, god, how long has she been standing here? Wheres Hotch? Hes not here. No, scratch that, he's in his office, the faint light pulled behind drawn curtains, door shut, per usual.
Emily takes a deep breath, and holds it as she walks in through the doors. No one seems to notice her, shes good at being a fly on the wall. JJ's back is to her, so she decides to head over there first. She taps the blonde's shoulder and whispers "Boo!" The Media Liaison turned Profiler shrieks and turns around. Everyone in the room turns around, actually.
"EMILY! OH MY GOSH!" The brunette almost gets toppled over when her two blonde friends engulf her in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of her.
After a slew of "How are you"'s and "We missed you"'s and "What are you doing here-no offense"'s, she holds up the transfer papers, "I'm back! Interpol was great and all, but-" Derek- should I say Derek's ego- buts in "You missed me too much Princess?" She snickers, "Sure Derek, whatever will feed that ego of yours. Now, wheres the the all powerful SSAIC I need to give these to?"
Garcia points to his office, and she rolls her eyes, "Figures, where else could he be".
On the way up the stairs, she stops and talks to Rossi and Blake, the speckled grey Profiler with the salt and pepper beard introduces them. "Good to have you back Emily". She hugs the older man. "Good to be back", she pauses for a second, not sure what to say, "Hotch?"
He nods his head towards the closed door about two meters behind him. "Oh just so you know," he pauses, waits until their eyes are locked, "He and psycho girl broke up"
What! They broke up? She chuckled. Psycho Girl. Good one Dave. Wait thats mean. Beth was nice, well, a little too nice. But she was with Hotch. But now shes not. The emotions in Emily's mind were too complicated to word, so she simply nodded, and walked to the office.
Section Chief: Aaron Hotchner : the sign on the door read. She gulped, took a deep breath, and knocks twice.
"Come in", she hears faintly from the other side.
She opens the door.
Thats it. Chapter One. Please R&R , should I continue? It will only be a three-shot so please, tell me!