*AN: Hey guys, this is a prompt from Chit Chat on Author's Corner that has to do with New Years Eve (whoops, a little late ) My assigned pairing is Emily/Hotch and the prompts are: countdown, confetti, and kiss. I'm so excited! P.S. JJ/Morgan were paired beforehand*

**Disclaimer: I do not own Emily/Hotch or any of the other CM characters**

New Years Eve: 2:07 pm

Emily Prentiss sprawled out over her bed, tangling the sheets around her legs. It was already two in the afternoon, could she avoid the day any longer? She was the Supervisory Special Agent of theBAU, but her dream job was turning into her nightmare. The long nights were killing her, and if she actually fell asleep it was clutching her gun, a Glock 19 (just in case an axe murderer broke into her apartment). And on top of it all, she was on her… never mind. So when she turned to find that today just happened to be the big New Year's Eve party Hotch was throwing at some fancy French hotel, the words "screw it" came easily to mind.

"Mwaga flackin schmakin," Emily grumbled, reaching to the ground for a baggy tee to put over her tank top.

Her apartment was small and cozy, with a bedroom, bathroom and a kitchen/living room area. It was mainly bare of personal memorabilia, asides from the plastic, three foot high Christmas tree crammed guilty into the corner. After starting the shower, she padded into the kitchen to start her coffee. Her cell phone lay on the kitchen counter, along with a half eaten chocolate bar.

"You have 3 new messages," the monotonic voice echoed, "Press 1 to here them, press 2 for-" Prentiss dialed a 1.

"Hey its JJ, calling to remind you that I'm coming over at four so we can get ready for the party tonight… so… call me back, bye!" -beep-

"Hey…ummm…me again, its noon and you haven't called me back yet… are we still on for today?" –beep-

"Emily… where are you? If you don't call me within the hour I'm not going to be able to make it today… so…" –beep- Prentiss cursed under her breath, poor JJ was probably pacing her own apartment waiting for the phone call. She dialed the number, and held the phone to her ear, before taking another bite of the chocolate.

"Hey JJ, its Em-"…

Emily's Apartment Lobby: 9:37 pm

"C'mon JJ, we're gonna be late," Emily tugged the skinny blonde away from the mirror.

"I'm-not-ready," she huffed, sprinkling more glitter over her face, "Garcia told me glitter, glitter, glitter."

"She's always glittery," Prentiss rolled her eyes before taking the glitter puff away and shoving it into her purse, "And I'm not paying the cab driver to sit outside on the curb."

"How do I look?"

"You look fine."

"Really?"

"No, you look like a sparkly freaking whore," Emily joked, nudging JJ out the door.

"Really?" JJ looked alarmed, "I need to grab my cover up!"

"Slow down, Jayge," Prentiss pushed her out the door, "Since when did you get so… shallow?"

"Since Derek and I were sharing a hotel room, stupid Hotch," JJ winked, passing the cab driver a hand full of cash.

At the Belle Rivière Hotel 10 :39

When Hotch had said a French hotel, Prentiss had imagined a fancy banquet with Escargot à la Bourguignonne and classical music. She wasn't expecting a DJ and a disco ball. The hall was packed of writhing bodies, dancing and shaking to the vulgar hip hop music. Derek and JJ grinded against each other, shots of whiskey in hand. Emily suddenly felt overdressed in her slinky black dress.

"They got the DJs messed up," Hotch half shouted over the music, putting his hand on Emily's shoulder.

"Whoops," she giggled, steering him over to an abandoned table in the lobby, away from the music.

"You guys are never going to let me live this down are you?" he half smiled, opening a can of beer and loosening his tie.

"So what happened to the escargot you ordered," Prentiss joked, sipping some fruity cocktail. Hotch shrugged, running his hands through his hair. His eyes were lined and slightly bruised, from going hours without sleep. He probably felt just as bad as she did.

"So where's Jack?"

"I hired a babysitter," he yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"You're not going to be able to stay away till midnight are you?" she smiled, rubbing her hand against his. He looked sharply at her, and she folded her hands on her lap.

"That was inappropriate," he snapped.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing pink. Hotch stood up to leave, disappearing back into the hall with the blaring music. Blinking back tears, she grabbed another drink and retreated back to the table alone… all alone.

The Hall: 11:55

"Now listen up ladies and gents," The DJ drawled over the microphone, "Its time for the last dance of the night, the dance, so grab your special someone and bring it to the dance floor." Some cheesy love song started pumping out of the speakers, squealing oooooooooohs and oh baby. Emily looked around, clueless. Hotch cleared his throat behind her.

"Would you like to dance- er- professionally?"

"Yes sir," Prentiss nodded placing his hand on her shoulder. They revolved in a circle.

"This is strictly business," he murmured.

"Of course sir," she nodded.

"Alright," the DJ reappeared on the mic, "It is time for the countdown. 20, 19, 18.."

"17," Emily breathed.

"16," Hotch grinned.

"15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2…"

"ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Confetti sprinkled over Hotch and Emily, then the unthinkable happened. He was pressed against her lips, hands pushing her against him. And. It. Felt. Wonderful.

*The END! *