Okay fan and fools, an idea popped into my head one of my many sleepless nights as I was rocking out to my IPod. I'm going to write short stories for every letter of the alphabet that is based around a song that reminds me of the dynamic duo…The stories won't be related to one another. Some may be steamy :D and some may be sad…who knows? Not I! Lol, so there will be 26 chapters to this baby! Hope ya'll enjoy the stories! Make sure you drop a line and tell me what ya thought!
So first up is…..A of course!
Addicted by Kelly Clarkson
There was one word to describe how Emily Prentiss felt towards her boss. Addicted. She was addicted to the stoic man who in the beginning drove her nuts. When she first started at the BAU the man didn't even like her. He could try to deny it now, but she would know better. Everyone would know better. But now, as she sat in the conference room, listening closely to what the man was saying she realized that their rough start made them who they were today. They were able to bounce ideas off of each other, and once they became comfortable around one another, they weren't afraid to share what was on their mind. They trusted each other.
Emily sat back in her seat and watched her boss get up from his chair and point to something on the board in front of him. Her eyes couldn't help but wander down to his ass. And what a nice one it is, she thought to herself. She bit her lip, then quickly looked back up at his face when he turned back around to face the team. Her eyes locked onto his lips as he talked. If she was ever needed in reading someone's lips she would be able to dazzle the team with her awesome ability to do it. Especially with how much she looked at Hotch's lips when he talked. She couldn't help it. They just looked so damn…kissable.
Emily shook her head quickly, to get all the thoughts that were about to take over out of her head. She was addicted to her boss. She didn't know when it happened, and she sure as shit didn't know how it happened, but needless to say it did, and she wasn't a fan of it. It was like he was a drug and she had to have a hit, just to make it through the day. She had concocted certain ways to get her fix through out the day. She would 'accidentally' bump into him when they were walking in opposite directions, when she 'wasn't' paying attention. She would walk next to him an inch closer than she should have been, just so she could feel his arm graze hers. When she was that close to him all the wanted to do was lace her fingers in between his and see what his reaction would be, but she found a way to restrain herself…every time. She found herself taking him coffee through out the day just so she'd have a reason to go into his office and have him to herself. And usually Hotch would bring something up so she could stay a few more minutes, just to stare at him. Emily found herself looking into his office through his window more times than she cared to think about. Whenever she was bored with paperwork, which was often, her eyes made their way to his office.
At night when everyone went home, she wondered what he was doing at home with Jack or by himself. She wondered if he ever thought about her. There were some days when she felt like she wasn't going to be able to make it through the night without seeing him, but then she quickly learned that all she had to do what close her eyes and his face flashed before her eyes. She didn't know when she let him have all the control over her, and she didn't know when she realized she would step in front of a bullet for this man, but that day had come, and she had to deal with it.
It's like you're a drug. It's like you're a demon I can't face down.
It's like I'm stuck. It's like I'm running from you all the time.
And I know I let you have all the power. It's like the company I seek is misery all the time.
It's like you're a leech, sucking the life from me.
It's like I can't breathe, without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power, and I realize I'm never going to quit you over time.
It's like I can't breathe. It's like I can't see anything.
Nothing but you. I'm addicted to you.
It's like I can't think, without you interrupting me.
In my thoughts, in my dreams, you've taken over me. It's like I'm not me.
Emily found herself unable to concentrate on any work that passed over her desk. Her mind kept traveling back to Hotch and the way she didn't have her fix for the day. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Hotch stood up and was coming out of his office. Emily quickly stood up as well and headed to go get herself a coffee, which just happened to be where the delectable unit chief was heading. She grabbed a cup off the rack and started to pour a drink for herself. Hotch walked up and stood close to Emily and grabbed a cup for himself and he placed it in front of Emily so she'd fill his up. Emily wrapped her hand around his cup as she poured and their fingers touched each other. Hotch moved his fingers around to rub slowly against her fingers. Emily finished pouring and Hotch nodded his thanks towards the brunette. She gave a bright smile back at him and grabbed her cup and walked away but brushed up against Hotch on her way out of the small kitchen area. She didn't know what she was doing, but all she knew was that she couldn't stop…and she didn't want to stop.
It's like I'm lost, it's like I'm giving up slowly.
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me, leave me alone.
And I know these voices in my head are mine alone.
And I know I'll never change my ways if I don't give you up now.
I'm hooked on you, I need a fix I can take it.
Just one more hit, I promise I can deal with it.
I'll handle it, quit it, just one more time, then that's it.
Just a little bit more to get me through this.
It's like I can't breathe. It's like I can't see anything.
Nothing but you. I'm addicted to you.
It's like I can't think, without you interrupting me.
In my thoughts, in my dreams, you've taken over me. It's like I'm not me.
All Emily Prentiss knew was that she had a sick addiction to her boss. Everything about him made her insides scream and beg to be touched by him. One day, she thought to herself, one day he will be mine. Just as she thought this, her attention turned towards the window that she spent most of the day looking through and locked eyes with her addiction. She winked and watched as Hotch blushed lightly before turning away. Little did she know that the man of her desires, and her fantasies, was addicted to something as well. Her.