AU fiction; Back in the days, when Aaron Hotchner worked a case for Ambassador Prentiss and David Rossi got hired to assist. But then Rossi seems to get closer and closer to the ambassador's beautiful daughter, and Aaron gets jealous. And when Emily wakes up, naked, in a room that is not her own, who's the mysterious man she shared a night with?
An; The characters might be a little OOC, but remember; this plays in the past, before they were formed to the persons they are today.
The flashbacks are in italics and the present tense in normal!
Also, there's no Haley and no Mrs. Rossi (at this time of the story, at least!)
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Emily Prentiss, the twenty-one year old daughter of the ambassador of the United States, groaned in annoyance as the sun shone through a crack in the curtains and fueled a sharp headache. "Argh," she tried to shield her eyes from the burning light with one hand as she searched for her watch, which should've been somewhere on the nightstand, with her other hand.
"What the…" she rasped out as she shoved a few unfamiliar objects of what was supposed to be her nightstand. Trying to open her eyes without worsening her headache, she looked into her surroundings and it wasn't what she had expected.
Because what she had wanted to see were the familiar bare black walls of her own room, with the exception of the only photo she had of her and Matthew, hanging in a frame on the right side of her wall. Her dark brown dresser and the wall occupying bookcase on the left side of the room. But what she saw was something far from it.
She saw vanilla colored walls, decorated with several high priced paintings, a light wooden dresser and no book case at all. What she saw was one of the many guestrooms. "Really? What did you do last night, Ems?" she murmured to herself as she tried to establish if those were her clothes strewn around the room.
Which was most probably the case as the cold shiver teasing her body made it known that she was butt naked underneath the sheets. "Or who?"
But she gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth as she heard the shower, which she hadn't even realized was on missing the sound, being turned off.
"Oh good god." She whispered as she quickly threw the sheets off of her and started to collect her clothes. "Good, good god." She put her clothes on in record time, if you don't count that time where she was quietly skinny dipping with the gardener when her mother came home early. Trying to get out before that mysterious person would come out of the shower. "Socks, socks, socks." She whispered franticly as she searched the floor, her shirt bunched up around her shoulders and her jeans unbuttoned.
"Manage it all?" she stopped moving completely when a voice came from the doorway behind her. 'DoIwanttoknow?' she considered just rushing out of the room, to hell with her socks, but her curiosity got the better of her and she slowly turned around, an uneasy smile plastered on her face as she faced the man standing there with only a towel around his waist, his dark hair still a little damp.
"Yeah su… you?" She squeaked as she realized who she'd shared a bed with, naked. And suddenly she started laughing. "This is great, just wait till my mother finds out about this."
The dark haired man's facial features tightened. "Actually, we made a deal about that."
"Huh?"
"You don't remember? You'd keep this quiet for you mother and I wouldn't tell her where you really were three nights ago when no one could locate you." A smug grin graced his face. "So it's your choice, but I think I know what you're going to say."
Emily sighed. "Alright, alright." Chewing her bottom lip, she quickly pulled her shirt all the way down and closed the button on her jeans. "So what exactly," she paused. "I mean, what did we, uh, what happened…?"
"Last night?" His smile faltered. "Well there was indeed a chance you weren't going to remember with all the alcohol you consumed." He toddled over to the dresser and fished a boxer from one of the dressers. "We had sex."
Emily heavily coughed at his straight forward answer. "Yeah, I kind of figured that out myself." She snapped as she finally got her breath back. "What I meant was, how?"
"How? Well the regular way with me on top, and then we did…"
"Shut up." She interrupted him by throwing a pillow from the bed at his head. "Again, not what I meant, dick ass." She counted to ten in her head to quell the murderous thoughts running through her mind. "How did we get to drinking last night and what events took place before that?"
The man grinned as he walked over to the bathroom to put on his briefs and a black pair of sweatpants, leaving the door open. "Well…."
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"Emily Prentiss." The head of security called out the name. "Where is Emily Prentiss?" He sighed, why did this girl have to make his job so much harder than it had to be? "Hotchner, go find her."
AaronHotchnernoddedashegotupoutofhischairandstartedtowalkthroughthehouse.'Of course Sir, send me to look for the friggin' always missing girl.' Whydidthisgirlalwayshavetodoexactlywhatshe'snotsupposedtodo?
Hearing laughter coming from the smaller library on his left, he opened the door and grunted as he saw who was accompanying the ambassador's daughter. "Miss Prentiss," he said formally, "you're wanted at the rehearsal dinner."
The girl, or young women, slowly stopped laughing and groaned. "Great, just great."
"Come on, Prentiss," her company said, "do this and I'll let you come home a little later tonight."
"Rossi…" Aaron said, warningly.
"Loosen up a little, Hotchy," said David Rossi, an extra hired profiler (the ambassador family got nothing but the best) and writer in his free time. Highly annoying and rich, a bad combination with a man that has his arrogance. "Let's go walk this lady to where she's ought to be, shall we?" The writer extended his arm to the young woman watching their conversation with amusement and led her out of the door. Talk about unprofessional.
Aaron sighed, just two more days. Then the wedding would be over and he could go back home to his empty apartment, yay.
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"Yes, yes, yes, I remember all of that." Emily grunted in annoyance "Just tell me what happened at the wedding party last night."
The dark haired man chuckled and walked up to her. "You sure? Because I wouldn't put it past you to have been drunk that day." Sliding past her, he sat down on the bed and patted on the space next to him. "Sit."
Too surprised at being told what to do, Emily sat down without any objection. "Shut it and start telling."
"How can I tell you anything if I have to 'shut it', as you so nicely put it." But the slap on his head quickly got him to talking again.
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"Dave." Thewritersmiledasheheardthatvoicefrombehindhim,awarmthrunningtothelowerpartsofhisbody. "Ithoughtyouweren'tgoingtobehereforthewedding?"
"Hello Emily," he showed her one of his charming grins. "I wasn't, but the ambassador was kind enough to extend an invitation to me."
Emily snorted. "Of course she did. Having the David Rossi on the wedding of your oldest daughter is good publicity."
Hesmiledashewhisperedinherear, "goodthingyou'renothinglikeyourmotheroryouroldersister." Pullingback,hegrinned. "Butdon'ttellanybodyIsaidthat."
Emily laughed, a sound David Rossi was quickly becoming addicted to. "Don't worry, you're public opinion is safe with me."
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"God, you do realize I didn't start drinking until after the wedding, right? And how do you know all of this anyway?" Emily was now laying on her back, staring at the ceiling as the man lying next to her, in almost the same position, told his story.
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An2; Next chapter's much longer. Don't worry! It will be up either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. But it's already finished so I should find the time tomorrow to post it! Thank you very much for reading!
