AN: Ok so my fiancé requested this song be put on the prompt list, don't know why, but he did so me being well me decided to write a oneshot, so I'm dedicating this to Randall. I love you baby and I hope you like it, or you can punish me too ;)

Disclaimer: I own… well my fiancé. Oh no wait, I'm his bitch!

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Prompt: Who's Kissing You Tonight - Jason Aldean

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Emily sighed as she downed another shot. She hated being alone after a case, but she had tried the whole one night stand thing and she hated it. She wasn't some hooker. So instead after a hellacious case, she bought a bottle of vodka and would down the whole bottle and not wake up for two days. It kept her entertained and plastered at home so she didn't have to worry about horny guys. She was on her fifth shot. She picked up the bottle and instead of pouring the clear, strong liquid into her shot glass, she brought it up to her lips and took a long swig. This was going to hurt in the morning. This time she had opted for the stronger, more expensive stuff so it would last longer.

"Shit's good" she slurred. She tipped her head back and let the liquid flow. Oh man, she just remembered she was supposed to call JJ. She picked up the phone and scrolled through the names. Her vision was blurred and she didn't realize she had called the wrong person.

"Hotchner" he answered. Emily looked down at her phone. Whoops! Hotch was right above JJ in her address book. She shrugged and put the phone back to her ear.

"I'm sorry I was supposed to call JJ" she said slurred. To Hotch it sounded like 'Sorry, kissing JJ'. He shook his head. He had to have heard her wrong.

"Who's kissing you tonight?" he asked, his eyes wide. He had to have heard her wrong. For gods sake it was Emily! The most straight laced woman at work he knew. Sure she could be fun and witty, but dear gods don't take his enjoyment away!

"No, no, no. I'm drunk and trying to call JJ" she explained. Hotch heard 'No drunk and kissing JJ'. Hotch pulled the phone away from his ears and checked to make sure his ear way was clear. And hell, that was the good ear she was talking into.

"Ok hun, why don't you get some sleep?" Hotch suggested. Emily moaned.

"I don't feel so good" she responded. Hotch heard 'It feels so good'. He groaned. Imagining Emily feeling that way with anyone but him was disconcerting. He sighed. He really didn't want to go out with a hard on, but he needed to go make sure she was ok.

"I'll be right there" Hotch said hanging up the phone.

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Hotch stepped inside Emily's brownstone. She had given him a key in case of emergencies. He deemed this an emergency. He closed and locked the door behind him before making his way over to the couch where Emily was passed out. He took her shoes off and set them by the door before brushing her hair away from her face.

"Hmmmmm" Emily mumbled. She buried her face further into the couch pillow. Aaron noticed the empty bottle of vodka and smirked. He took the blanket off the back of her couch and tucked it around her body. He went and found advil, a bottle of water, and a small trashcan. He put each by her and left her a note. Aaron kissed her temple before staring at her a few seconds.

"I love you Emily Prentiss" he whispered, heading back towards the door. He needed out of there and needed fresh air. One day he would have the guts to tell her that when she was awake and sober, but for now, taking care of her would have to do.

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AN: Ok! So, that took a different turn than where I was going with it! Whoops! Lmao. Ok let me know what you thought! Thanks for reading!