Well This Was Unexpected
Disclaimer: We both know I don't own Criminal Minds, CBS does.
Summary: Emily overhears Hotch say he's not interested in her, which sends her to a bar and into the arms of another man. Who is this man? And what will Hotch think of this?
A/N: Here's a new series of oneshots regarding a certain someone. This was one was one of my favorites. Enjoy.
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Marc Brown said, "Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero."
Emily sighed in relief as she signed the last of her case files, thrilled that she had finished all her work.
"Is that a sigh of pleasure?" Morgan teased looking up from his own case files, when he saw her organize her files, "Emily?"
"Nope." Emily said not looking up.
"You don't know what I was going to ask." Morgan said.
"Yes I do" Emily said turning her head to look at him, "And no I won't help you with your case files."
"But, Princess..." Morgan pleaded in protest "I'd help you if you asked."
Emily raised an eyebrow at that as she snorted, "No you wouldn't."
Grabbing her files, Emily descended up the catwalk towards Hotch's office, frowning when she noticed his blinds were closed.
'Huh' Emily thought to herself 'Wonder what that's all about?'
Emily approached the door, about to knock when she heard Hotch's voice, "I don't have feelings for her."
'Oh' Emily thought 'Wonder who he's talking about.'
"Bull" Dave reiterated, "We both know that's a crock right there."
Hotch groaned in frustration, "Damn it, Dave. I don't have feelings for Prentiss, she's my subordinate, and barely someone I can tolerate on a good day."
Emily felt her heart drop at that, 'Not only does he not have feelings for me, he doesn't even consider us friends?'
Emily stood up straight, pulling herself together when she remembered she wasn't alone in the BAU, that Morgan and Reid were here as well. Stuffing this revelation into a box, she shoved it in the back of her mind.
Knocking on the door, Emily cringed when she heard Hotch's usual montoned voice, "Come in."
"Finished with my case files." Emily held up the files before placing them on the edge of Hotch's desk flashing a pasted on smile.
Looking up she saw Hotch quickly glance at her, but Dave was watching her for a reaction.
"Thanks, Prentiss." Hotch said.
"I'm heading out," Emily said walking to the door, "Good night, Dave, Hotch."
"Night." Dave said.
"Good night, Prentiss." Hotch said looking up at her as she closed the door behind her.
"I smell something..." Dave sniffed, looking over at Hotch who rolled his eyes, "A distinct smell of bullshit."
"Shut up." Hotch muttered picking up Emily's case files.
Emily walked into the bar sighing as she tried to let go of the hurt she felt by Hotch's words.
'Who needs him, anyways?' Emily thought as she walked over to the bar, 'It's not like he's even hot.'
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked eyeing Emily in a very sexy revealing red dress.
"She'll have a martini, very dry" a handsome blonde man answered walking up next to her, looking at her, "Am I right?"
Emily eyed the younger man, 'Not bad.'
"Yes, please" Emily told the bartender, turning back towards the man "How'd you know my drink?"
The man chuckled, "Well in my line of work, I make it a business to know what beautiful women want. By the way. I'm..."
Emily placed her hand over his mouth, "No names, no personal information exchanged. Just live in the moment."
The man nodded, placing his hand on hers removing it from his mouth, "I guess I can live with that. Your drink it's behind you. Want to get a booth?"
Emily grabbed her drink and followed the man towards a booth, checking out his butt, 'Nice ass. Where have I seen one like this before?'
Shrugging it off, Emily slid in the booth the man took charge, "So, we can't exchange names, or anything personal. How about telling me what has this gorgeous face upset? I can tell."
Raising an eyebrow, Emily had a weird de ja vu feeling, "My asshole boss, said something I should have never overheard. I came here to escape his words."
The man whistled, "Wow, tell me how you really feel about the guy."
This kind of comment would have usually earned a glare when she was this pissed off, but Emily couldn't resist the chuckle.
"Glad to see this face, light up" the man said, "So what did this douche bag say?"
"Ugh, something along the lines that could kick a woman's ego" Emily replied looking up at the man, who was intently looking at her. 'Huh, talk about de ja voodoo.'
Sipping her drink, Emily decided to take the focus off her, "How about you?"
The blonde placed his beer on the table, "Well, I'm in town visiting family."
Emily paused mid-sip, her drink at her lips, "Oh? And visiting family sends you straight to a bar? Sounds like my family."
Earning a chuckle, he cleared his throat, "No it turns out they're not home."
The brunette raised an eyebrow at that, "Well did they know you were coming in, or did you just decide to play the pop in visitor?"
The man played with the peanuts in the bowl before him, "No, I schedule time with them. Just turns out that work got in the way."
Emily nodded her head, "Yeah I hear that."
The man looked over at the dance floor as music came on, seeing a bunch of other men and women get up to dance. Looking over at Emily, he smiled.
"How about a spin on the floor?" he asked, hoping his charm would work on her.
Raising an eyebrow at that, she smirked, "How do I don't know this is some sort of ploy to step on my toes?"
Chuckling, he got up extending his hand to her, "You'll just have to trust me."
Taking her hand in his, she felt an odd familiarity one she couldn't place, but got up and followed him to the dance floor.
As the two danced to the beat, Emily felt the man wrap his arm around her waist moving her close to him, as his mouth went to her ear, saying something hard to hear but made her laugh all the same.
Hotch and Dave wandered into a bar intent on drowning away the day, while Hotch also intended to drink away Dave's nagging about his feelings for Emily Prentiss.
Stopping at the bar, as Dave ordered his drink, he paused seeing Hotch stare at the dance floor and turned to see what Hotch was staring at.
Dave smirked when he saw Hotch curled his hand into a fist while trying to control his breathing.
"Well what do you know..." Dave said then looked back to the couple on the dance floor, leaning in, "Say isn't that Emily dancing with..." Dave's jaw dropped once again when he recognized the dance partner.
"Yeah, it's him." Hotch said seeing the man's hands trail down to Emily's waist.
"Well, well, well" Dave coyly commented, smirking on the inside "When did they meet?"
"They've never met." Hotch muttered walking towards the dance floor.
Emily laughed when her dance partner whispered into her ear, and he pulled her close to him.
A tap pulled Emily out of her good mood as she turned around to the angered face of her troubles and heartache.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Emily asked watching Hotch eye the man.
"What the hell are you doing here with him?" Hotch asked her then turned to the man, "Why are you feeling up my agent?"
"Your what?" the man asked.
"Why is it any of your business who I dance with?" Emily asked at the same time.
"Emily" Hotch said "My brother is my business."
Emily looked over at Sean, "Your what?"
"Brother" Sean said extending his hand to her, "Sean Hotchner."
"Emily Prentiss" Emily muttered, "World's Biggest Idiot. Excuse me. Nice meeting you, Sean."
Emily headed for the door, ignoring the smirking grin on Dave's face as she passed him.
"Wrong brother, huh?" Dave said as she passed him.
"Shut up." Emily muttered as she walked out of the bar.
Unlocking her front door, Emily threw her keys and her handbag on the end table by her front door.
"Wrong brother, huh?" Emily mimicked to herself as she kicked off her heels and wandered over to her kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator to grab a bottled water.
Sighing she went to her couch, choosing to ignore the chimes of her cell phone and its constant ringing.
'Hotch's brother?' Emily thought to herself, 'Well there goes that idea. Nope, not going for him. Why did he have to be so damn cute? Oh my God...'
Emily groaned when she remembered her complaining about her boss, then chuckled remembering that Sean asked what the douche bag did to her.
Getting off her couch, Emily placed the bottled water on the coffee table and went upstairs to change out of her dress.
Dropping the red dress on the floor, she threw on her sweat pants and tank top, wondering if she should just call in sick on Monday.
'Thank God, it's Friday. I'll be spared at least two days to come up with a plausible alibi for dirty dancing with Hotch's baby brother.' Emily thought to herself 'Dear God, I'm a freaking cougar.'
Emily's inner rants were cut off by the incessant pounding on her front door, 'Great. Five bucks says it's Hotch.'
Peering through her peep-hole she sighed, 'Better odds than Vegas.'
Opening her front door, she slightly cracked it open, "What?"
"Can we talk?" Hotch asked.
Rolling her eyes, while she sighed she opened the door, allowing him in.
Turning around she saw Hotch stared at her, looking her up and down, "What?"
"I'm sorry for disturbing you" Hotch said sighing "But we need to talk about..."
"What?" Emily asked "About me dancing with your brother? Forget that, I didn't know who he was, so don't go into protective mode about him."
Rubbing his hand over his neck, "Well thanks about that, but that's not what I wanted to talk about."
Groaning in frustration, Emily leaned her hip against the edge of her sofa, "Fine, hurry this along, please."
Hotch licked his lips and unfolded his arms from his chest to appear relaxed, and less stern.
"So after you ran off, I talked to Sean" Hotch said "He told me some interesting stuff."
Wincing, the only thing that stopped her from a total melt down was that at least she didn't tell Sean why she was pissed at Hotch.
Her brow furrowed as she remembered telling Sean that she heard her boss say something. 'Aw, crap. Now he's gonna want to talk about this.'
"And?" Emily said trying to maintain her cool calm persona.
"I think you heard me and Dave talking before you dropped off your case files." Hotch said watching her face.
"Oh?" Emily asked schooling her features 'Do not let him know'.
Hotch sighed when he couldn't read her, "In fact I know you did."
Hotch took a seat on the seat across from the couch, looking at her, "Dave was hassling me earlier today about not having a date since dinosaurs roamed the Earth."
Emily controlled her chuckle, when she saw Hotch flash her a look, "And?"
"I told him that I couldn't be bothered with dating, with all of us working nonstop, then raising Jack" Hotch sighed "There just isn't enough energy left to go out looking for a woman."
"And this has what to do with me?" Emily asked hoping to move things along.
"Well then he said, 'Why go out looking for a woman, when there's a beautiful single one right down there'. And he nodded in your direction." Hotch said then let out a light sigh "That's when I said, what I said."
Biting the inside of her cheek, Emily sat down on her couch, "You don't have to explain this to me, Hotch. You're far from interested in me, and that's ok. It's not like I'm in..."
Hotch's face sagged when he heard her say this, "That's the thing, I lied."
"What?" Emily asked "Lied about what?"
"Lied about not being interested in you." Hotch said looking at her "I'm sorry if I hurt you with what I said. And I'm sorry if this is embarrassing you, and I'm sorry if I'm rambling."
Emily saw Hotch's eyes stare at the floor.
Getting up from the couch, Emily walked over to him, kneeling in front of him, she took hold of his hand, making him look up at her, seeing her smile tugged at his heart, making him smile back.
"Well, I think you should know, first you're cute when you ramble" Emily said hearing him chuckle, "And I was a little hurt by your words but I forgive you. I know how Dave likes to poke and prod, and finally you're way cuter than Sean."
Hotch smiled at her, tugging her up, he pulled her on to his lap, holding her close to him.
Turning in his lap to look at Hotch, Emily smiled while tracing his dimples with her fingers, "You really should smile a lot more."
Hotch pulled Emily close, leaning in to kiss her. "I think I've got a reason to smile now."
Closing her eyes, Emily felt Hotch kiss her again, in a frenzied pace, his hands roaming over her soft skin.
Pulling her close to him, his dark eyes staring deeply and intently at her. A satisfied look of want in her eyes from her kiss-swollen lips. He leaned in giving her another kiss, until he reluctantly pulled away.
"Emily..." Hotch breathed out, separating himself from her lips, looking her in the eye, "Do you want to try?"
Emily looked up, her lips swollen from his kisses giving him a smile as she leaned her lips trailed up his neck towards his jaw, and then his ear, "I want to."
Turning her face to him, Emily nodded, "We have to start slow, Hotch..."
"Aaron" he corrected, before kissing her neck, then brought his mouth to hers dominating the kiss as their tongues molded together.
Unable to control himself, Hotch ran his hands down her smooth stomach, but stopped. He had to restrain himself from acting on his basic animal instinct. This had to be about trust, starting fresh and he nearly went insane as he refrained from wanting to take her on the stop. To teasing her and make her moan in pleasure, that made him smirk.
"What?" she breathed out, trying to catch her breath, "What are you grinning at?"
Stroking her cheek lightly, Hotch felt his inner alpha male pride himself that the disheveled woman wanted him. That he was the one she wanted, not his younger brother. Sliding a finger across her lower lip, he heard her gasp before bringing her in for another kiss. This one tender, sweet. The beginning of something wonderful.
As his free hand wandered to her hip, keeping a firm grip on her he moved his other hand to her back bringing her in and pulling her close to him. Where she would be forever if he had his way.
Emily felt herself losing her mind, wondering how the hell someone like Hotch could be so good at just kissing and as her arms made their way around his neck, she straddled the stoic man but felt him hesitate when she moved her hands down his chest towards his belt.
"Aaron?" her tone husked out, "What's wrong? Don't you want to...?"
"Emily" Hotch whispered kissing her lightly "I want us go slow. Remember, your words?"
"I remember" she whispered, dropping her head on his shoulder as he maneuvered her to sit on his lap, "God this is hard."
He chuckled, "Well I've got a gorgeous brunette on my lap, of course it's hard."
Her head shot up, "Not funny."
Peppering her face with a kiss, "It's my defense mechanism, Emily" he said, giving her a soft and tender kiss, "But I want to do this the right way. I want to take you out on a proper date, show the world that you're with me."
"That's really sweet" she said, running her fingers over his dimpled cheeks, "And very chauvinistic."
When he saw her return the smile, he took her hand in his and kissed it, "I don't care, now that I have you in my life I'm never letting go."
"Good" she said, resting her head on his shoulder staring at their entwined hands, "Because neither am I."
Hotch held her close to him, her fingers running over his dimples and he knew that this was just the beginning of something amazing.
Honore de Balzac said, "A woman knows the face of the man she loves, as a sailor knows the open sea."
Until Next Time
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