Emily needs to go to the bathroom at six in the morning and somehow ends up in Hotch's bed? H/E =)
Disclaimer: Not mine... they're not willing to share!
Emily woke up and looked at the clock on the locker... damn, why the hell was she awake at half six... the jet didn't leave for Quantico until ten.
She rolled onto her side and then felt why she'd woken up. Her bladder was about to burst and she'd just put pressure on it!
She jumped out of the lumpy hotel bed so she could use the bathroom she shared with Hotch... who was in the adjoining room... and stood on something sharp.
"What the fuck." She whispered angrily... the walls were paper thin and she didn't want to wake anyone... even if there was a midget stabbing her in the foot!
She got down on her hands and knees carefully... in case there was any more angry midgets and because she wasn't sure her bladder could cope with sudden movements... and started to feel around for whatever she'd stood on.
It didn't take her long to locate the weapon... it was one of her earrings from the previous day.
She slowly began to rise of the floor but was stopped by a sudden bang on the head.
"OWCH... oh fuck, crap, damn." She whispered loudly as she held her head.
What fricking genius thought it would be a good idea to have a bedside locker with pointy edges? I mean really why?
She finally stood up straight and again remembered why she was up in the first place due to the severe cramp she was now getting.
She slowly inched her way towards the bathroom door... not wanting to end up in hospital due to a full bladder... but not even her caution could cancel out her natural grace.
When only inches from the door she stubbed her foot on the chair... why the hell hadn't she turned on the damn light?
"Oh son of a..." she started but stopped mid sentence because she realised how loud she was talking.
Oh this wasn't funny... was God just trying to take the piss out of her! It was half six in the morning... all she wanted to do was use the bathroom but so far she'd managed to stab herself in the foot, give herself a concussion and break her toe... well it felt broken anyway!
She huffed and then hobbled towards the bathroom door, reaching out slowly... she wouldn't be surprised if there was something else on the door handle waiting to get her... and turning the handle.
By the time she made it into the actual bathroom not only was she in pain but she was also ready to burst... and that wouldn't be a pretty sight!
She closed the door and shuffled towards the toilet... not trusting herself or her bladder to move quickly.
Once she'd used the toilet she got up and immediately felt dizzy... jeez how hard did she bang her head?
She washed her hands and made her way to the door. Once she had it open she made her way back to her bed.
She didn't bother turning on any lights... she knew where she was going this time... and she made it to the bed without and major injuries.
She was happy to realise that the bed was still warm when she lay down... and it wasn't until she rolled over that she found out why.
Lying next to her was Hotch... and not only that, but he'd woken up when she lay down.
Her body froze as her mind went into overdrive trying to figure out how she was lying next to her boss!
Damn it she thought suddenly... she'd gone out the door into his room instead of her own... stupid BAU cost cutting, putting them in adjoining rooms... and stupid headache stopping her from thinking straight!
"Emily... can you tell me why you're in my bed?" Hotch asked, sounding both shocked and sleepy.
"I um... I needed the bathroom?" she offered lamely.
"Right... and that's relevant how exactly?" Hotch asked, more confused now that he was before.
"Well I hit my head and I was dizzy so I must have walked into the wrong room." Emily said, feeling herself blushing at how ridiculous that sounded.
"Are you ok?" Hotch asked, his voice now full of concern.
"I'm fine... but I should probably go back to my own bed." Emily muttered, still blushing at the fact she was in the wrong bed.
When she got up however she fell down almost immediately as her head began to spin yet again.
"Emily are you ok?" Hotch asked as he caught her.
"Yea I'm fine... just a bit dizzy because some idiot thought drawers with sticky out pointy parts was in any way safe or practical." She muttered angrily.
This caused Hotch to laugh as he pulled her closer... not wanting her to try and get up and hurt herself again.
For some reason, being this close to Hotch didn't feel un-natural or weird to Emily and instead she moved closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her back.
"My head hurts." She muttered childishly into his SWAT t-shirt.
"Well that's what happens when you hit it of... what was it again? A pointy sticky out part?" He asked with a small laugh.
"Yes it was and it's not funny so don't laugh." She said, in a mock hurt tone.
They stayed like that for a while, Emily sitting in Hotch's lap with Hotch's arms around her back holding her close, until Emily attempted to get up again.
"Don't even think about it." Hotch said. "Your heads probably still spinning."
Emily huffed but didn't attempt to move anymore.
"Look its seven am... how about we both try and sleep here until the alarm goes at nine?" Hotch asked.
"Sounds good to me." Emily sighed... to be honest she was pretty tired... and Hotch's arms wasn't the worst place to spend a couple of hours.
With that both agents lay down to sleep, Emily snuggled up against Hotch's side, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist.
Done... though I could write a follow up, the next morning maybe? Or maybe something else? I don't know tell me what you think or if I should write another one at all. =)
