Hey everyone, this is my first story with a H/P couple so please be kind -honest, but kind. And this will be kind of a 4 chapter thing and it will get steemy, but nothing past second base, promise. Enjoy!

"You may sit at my office desk Agent Hotchner," Elizabeth Prentiss said as she walked the young Aaron Hotchner to the large oak desk. Hotch held multiple files in his arms and looked around the large office space he had been led to. This was his first real assignment with the BAU and he was some what nervous because he was on his own. It was only a small bit of background sifting and security cheeks, but he still had butterflies. "Please, make your self comfortable," Ambassador Prentiss said gesturing towards the desk. He moved to the desk and sat down, placing the files in front of him. "If you need me, Agent Hotchner, I will be on the back patio," she added as she exited the room.

Hotch sighed heavily once he was alone in the room and began to look at the pile. He stood in front of the large stack and let out a sigh of content, he knew he was going to be busy. Luckily, he had worn some what comfortable cloths but black suit pants, crisp white dress shirt, and loose tie can only be so comfortable while still being professional. Hotch spent at least fifteen minutes on each of the files and determined that all of the men selected were cleared as well as safe to work for the Ambassador. He leaned back in the chair and rolled up the cuffs of his dress shirt. then he and tried to remember were the Ambassador had told him she had the rest of the files. She had told him once, but it had escaped him at the moment. What he did remember was that he could find the women who did know on the patio out back. He stood leaving the files neatly on her desk and walked through the house to the back door. He stepped out into the sun and looked placed his sun glasses on to get rid of the horrible glare that come from squinting. "Ambassador," Hotch called to her as she stood on the patio near the drive way.

There was a tall man standing with the ambassador talking with her and preventing her from hearing him. The man stood in light blue jeans, a white tank and brown boots. His hair was slightly longer then his own and had a light shade of blonde to it. Hotch continued to walk towards the younger man and the ambassador when she got out of the small car. She wore black flip-flops, extremely short white shorts and a tiny yellow halter top. She was thin but had beautiful curves and never ending legs. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in dark mahogany curls that slightly framed her face. She had large gold and brown aviator glasses that hid her eyes from him. Her freshly tanned skin glowed and was a beautiful shade of smooth light caramel. The sight of her had Hotch frozen and his breath had stopped.

"Emily!" the ambassador yelped with a small bit of honest excitement in her voice. The breath taking women -now known to him as Emily- walked over to the politician and wrapped her arms around her in a hug, "I am so glad to see you my dear, how was your time way?" the older women asked with much less excitement but a small amount of curiosity.

"Hey Mom," Emily said as she hugged the ambassador in a loose hold. When they released their hold of each other, Emily answered her question, "I had a great time, and it was nice to get away before school started,"

Hotch took a deep breath and continued moving forward towards the ambassador. He knew there was something that he needed to ask her but he could not remember it at the moment. Though he knew he needed to talk to her, he was drawn towards Emily that he could not remember his reason for coming outside. It was something about her that just called for his attention. When she turned her head up and looked past her mother, he could feel her looking at his eyes through the glasses. He felt a smirk come over his face as he saw a grin grow on her face. As he approved the three of them, he shook his head lightly to get rid of the smirk. When he looked from Emily to the older woman, his purpose suddenly rushed back to him, "Madam Ambassador, I have finished the files you asked for, where are the rest?"

"Oh I had the last of them sent back to your headquarters to be finished there, you seemed a bit uncomfortable here and I would much rather you finished in comfort," she said politely.

"Very well Ma'am," he said shaking her hand and then removing his glasses and extending his hand to Emily. "I'm FBI Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, pleasure to meet you Ms. Prentiss," he said with a small smile.

Emily removed her large aviators and looked into his brown eyes, "Nice to meet you," she said attempting to keep her voice steady as she spoke, "I'm Emily, and please don't call me Ms. Prentiss. You can call me Emily." When he gripped her hand, a spark of electricity ran through them both and their smiles got just a touch bigger. Hotch suddenly realized that they may have been holding hands for just a little to long to be natural so he reluctantly dropped his hand from hers. He was almost upset but the loss of heat that he once had when he held her hand. "Well I need to get to unpacking and repacking, again. I will see you later then, Agent Hotchner," Emily spun around on her heals and began to walk to the trunk of the small vehicle that contained her cloths.

"Would you like any help?" Hotch offered as the tall man with sandy hair popped the trunk for her.

"I'm sure I can take care of it," the man said with a slight defense in his tone.

"Ricky, let him help if he wants to," Emily insisted from the side of the car.

Hotch smirked and lifted two of the three bags out of the trunk leaving the younger man to only have one to carry. Emily grinned at the sight of two grown men bickering over who gets to carry more of her bags. She thought it would be the other way around but that was evidently not the case. Emily instructed them into the house and led them up the stairs and into her large room. "You guys can just put them down next to the bed, I have to go through them all anyway," Emily said as she ran her hand through her beautiful locks.

"Hey Emily, I got to get going, the girlfriend is expecting me home soon," Ricky said as he walked over to her and hugged her gently.

"Thank you Ricky, I'll see you later," Emily said waving him off as he left the room.

Hotch watched as the younger man left and he knew that if he stayed to long in this room alone with her he may do something that could get him hurt. "Well, I should be going as well," Hotch said looking to her deep brown eyes and lost his words again.

"Thank you Agent Hotchner-"

"Aaron," Hotch interrupted

Emily smiled wide, "Thank you Aaron," Emily said gently as she placed her hand on the bare skin of his forearm. "I wish I knew a proper way to thank you," Emily muttered as she looked up to him through her thick eye lashes. The smile that grew on her face was one that nearly screamed, 'I am giving you the option to ask me out'.

Hotch took her hand off of his forearm and held it in her hand gently, "Would you like to go out for dinner tonight?" he asked with all the strength he could muster while looking into her big brown eyes.

Her smile said it all, but she still needed to make it vocal, "I would love to," she replied, "But only if I can pay because -after all- it is a thank you dinner,"

Hotch chuckled and began to raze her hand up near his face, "I will pick you up at eight," he muttered as he gently kissed her knuckles, "I will see you later," he whispered gently with a smile as he dropped her hand from his hold and walks out of her room with his head held high.

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