No More Interrogations
He was a sexual sadist. Gregory Thompson killed three women in Clarksville. Hotch had been sent in to break him since he wouldn't talk. Outside, Emily Prentiss was watching the scene unfold.
"I'm Agent Hotchner," Hotch stated cooly, "how did you manage to abduct three women and hold them captive in your neighborhood?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the unsub stated smoothy.
Hotch pushed his chair and made the depraved coward look into his dark eyes.
"This," he hissed, "is Molly Temple. Where is she?"
Emily was watching the showdown. She had always enjoyed watching Hotch interrogate unsubs. And she hated to admit it, but he turned her on.
"I don't know," Thompson smirked.
Emily was too concentrated on Hotch's dark eyes.
"You're gonna wish you never met me," Hotch growled.
There it was. That voice. That voice that no one dared question or mess with. The voice that sent shivers down her spine. The voice she heard in her dreams—the one she wished he could speak to her in. In the middle of the interrogation, Emily wasn't looking where she was going and tripped over a trash can. BANG! She fell flat on her face. Hotch glared in the general direction.
Damn you Hotchner and your dark side she thought.
She peaked in the corner to see Hotch grabbing the unsub by the throat and her face turned crimson. She quickly covered her face. She heard a muffled 'Wagner Lane' and she knew he broke him. And in the process, he broke her. Hotch quickly rushed out of the room and helped Emily to her feet.
"No more listening in on interrogations," Hotch gently scolded.
"Come on Hotch, I tripped over a trash can. I didn't sabotage anything," she protested.
"Yes," Hotch agreed, "but unfortunatley, I know what my interrogations do to you. I know what my voice does to you and clearly you got distracted."
"I did no such-" Hotch's glare at her stopped her in her tracks.
"Even my glare turns you on," he stated plainly, "just admit it, Emily."
"What? Okay—fine," she pouted.
He wagged at finger at her.
"No more listening to my interrogatons. You don't need anymore distractions and that includes me. Is that clear?"
Emily bit her lip.
"And what are you gonna do about it if I don't follow orders, sir?"
"Hmm," Hotch pondered.
"I can do something about it," he growled against her neck and walked off.