A/N: This story is also posted at under my same name with all of its sexual content that I took out here to be within the guidelines for FFN.

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A Little More You

Chapter 1: Stranger in a Bar

Emily Prentiss ducked inside the busy bar without notice, she picked a time when she knew it would be busy. She kept her eyes down and her body curled in as much as possible. She couldn't be seen here. Not that the bar was unworthy of her or anything but if her mother, the US Ambassador, saw her daughter in another seedy bar on the front of a tabloid again Emily would never be allowed to leave the embassy. The brunette hated having to watch herself when she was on trips with her mother but it was better than having her face on magazines and her mother upset. When she was younger she made quite the reputation for herself which she whole heartedly regretted now.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked in better English than she thought he would speak not being on the beating path of the city. But Paris was a tourist hotspot and a melting pot of language and culture. That was one of the reasons Emily didn't reject her mother's offer to bring her here.

After she ordered her drink she spun on her bar stool to check out the crowd, most locals but a few tourists. Being dragged across many countries, all of her childhood, Emily was good at noticing the tourists from locals.

Glancing down the end of the bar Emily's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes locked on dark brown orbs of the man in the corner. Eyeing him carefully she took in his nicely pressed suit and slicked back hair. Yummy is all she could use to explain the man.

"Do you see the ring on his finger?" Emily whipped her head around to the deep voice.

"What?" she asked confused at the man sitting next to her. His dimpled smile saved him from the rude thoughts she was having. How dare he interrupt her staring session.

"The man you are so obliviously drooling over. Check out his ring finger." The dark haired man told her tapping his own ring less finger.

Emily rolled her eyes "I was not drooling." She muttered turning her attention to the candy at the end of the bar. Squinting slightly she spotted the gold band on his finger. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes again. "How did you even see that?" the brunette took a sip of her drink.

He chuckled darkly. "Let's just say I have a good eye." He motioned for another round from the bartender. "But I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind the attention from the way he was looking at you too."

"Then why did you bring it up?" she sounded upset but she honestly she wasn't. The last thing she need was to be the Ambassador's daughter who had a European affair with a married man. The man shrugged and took a sip of his drink. Emily glanced sideways at him. Not too bad himself, somewhat older then her but not bad at all she smiled internally. "Did you just want to talk to me? Figured that was the only way for you to get me to give you any attention?" she smiled cockily.

Another chuckle came from him then he sobered "What if it was?" his eyebrow rose slightly.

Emily was slightly taken back. "Uhh…" she came up short. Normally she was the one to be upfront and forward talking to men but this man was taking her role. And for some reason she didn't mind one bit.

"Don't worry about it. I was just coming up here for a drink and I saw you drooling. Just some friendly help." He shrugged and got off his stool. "Have a good night." His dimples caught her eyes again.

Emily watched him walk out the door with her jaw dropped. After a few moments a smile grew on her lips. "You too." she whispered.

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Paris was beautiful. But at night it glowed. As Emily wandered down the streets leading to her Mother's embassy she took in the wonderful sights and sounds of the city. Out of all the places she had been Paris was one of her favorites. It really was one of the most romantic places on earth. But a romance was not one her agenda. Emily was only here for a few weeks before she had to get back to the US for work.

She smiled politely passing the men at the gate and entering the embassy. "Hello Mother." she said walking up to the woman and kissed her cheek.

"Emily dear, where on earth have you been?" Elizabeth Prentiss looked her daughter over. "You smell of smoke. Please tell me you didn't go to a bar?"

Emily sighed. "Mom I am over thirty. I can go to a bar for drinks." Her mother huffed and turned motioning for her to follow. "Are you almost ready? I'm starving." Emily would've just gone back to her hotel room but her mother insisted on a late dinner.

"I am. Let me grab my purse and dismiss the staff." The older woman went into a larger room while Emily waited in the hall. She never liked intruding on her mother's work so she stayed out even when she was growing up. The Ambassador was a self-proclaimed workaholic which Emily figured she got her own work ethic from but she never tried to talk to her mother about her work. She knew her mother was important as a child but it wasn't until she was older that she realized her mother was an important part of the peace held between countries.

"So did you have a nice time strolling around today?" her mother asked after they were seated in an expensive restaurant that she planned to let her mother pay for. The insane amount of money her mother spent on these dinners was just crazy to Emily. Sure she was wealthy in her own right but it would be a cold day in hell when she spent an ungodly about of money on food that didn't even taste good.

Emily nodded looking over the menu placed in front of her. "I did. Are you going to have sometime this week to go with me on one of the tours?" It was tradition. Every new place they went the two Prentiss women took a tour to get all the sightseeing in. those tours was one of the best childhood memories Emily had of her and her mother. They were so different and they clashed most of the time but on the tours they bonded.

"I'm sure I can get some time in a day or so. You pick which one and I will be there." Elizabeth smile warmly at her daughter.

Dinner went on and Emily was surprised by the end they hadn't had a fight. It must be a record in their book. The mother walked her to the hotel which by the end of the long day she was happy to go straight to bed. But lying in bed all she could think of was the mystery man she met a few hours before. A smile crossed her lips once again.

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Aaron Hotchner opened the door to his hotel room and threw his jacket on the single bed. Sighing he walked to the window and peered out. The city lights were exquisite. Almost as exquisite as the brunette lingering on his mind that he met a few hours before.

The phone ringing brought him out of his retrieve. "Hello" he answered unbuttoning his white button down shirt.

"Hey Aaron, how's your trip going?" the voice of his old friend David Rossi came from the other end.

"Not too bad." He said thinking of the woman at the bar. "How is everything there?" The pregnant pause made Aaron somewhat nervous. "Dave?"

"Aaron, I know you probably don't want to hear this but she's a mess. She called me asking about you and I didn't tell her anything but I really think you should call her."

Aaron shook his head even though the caller couldn't see him. "No. This is why I'm here, I need time. I don't know what I want and I need time away to decide. Please just don't tell her where I am." He told his friend. His mind whirled with anger and confusion.

"I won't Aaron. But you better make up your mind fast." After a promise to call soon they call ended. Aaron paced around his room letting the anger within seep out slowly. He didn't want to think of the things at home, or the place he lived. It wasn't his home. It hadn't been in a long time.

Shaking it out of his mind he turned out the lights and fell into bed. He rested his head on the pillow with a smile and a picture of the brunette in his mind he fell asleep.

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