Hello to all…heard this really cool song by country artist Blake Shelton and thought about my favorite pairing!
Disclaimer: I don't own CM or the song!
Enjoy!
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Who are you when I'm not looking
Once again, she came in looking so professional; a conservative white shirt under her black jacket and serviceable black slacks and those damn kick-ass boots. Her hair was dark and sleek, not one hair out of place and her make-up not too subtle but enough to catch the attention of every red-blooded male in the building. And that included him, Aaron Hotchner.
My, oh, my, you're so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all you're cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking
He frowned when he noticed she left a trail of men watching her wistfully, and privately he was happy that she worked for him and not them; he got to 'gawk' at her whenever.
He wished he was able to know her on a more personal basis. Not just for sex but he knew that she was a fun person to be with. The few times the team spent at bars after a case was evident enough to show how she wound down.
As she sat down at her desk powering up her computer while chatting with Morgan and Reid, Hotch felt envious at the easy report they had with her. Yeah, he was jealous.
Distracted by her, Hotch began to muse; how she was at home, how she chilled out…
Do you pour a little something on the rocks
Slide down the hallway in your socks
When you undress, do you leave a path
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath
He smiled inwardly as he imagined her in her own home, loosening from the stress from work.
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know
He looked at her as she frowned at her laptop, her fingers pushing all the buttons on the keyboard.
Blowing upwards in frustration she grabbed her Starbucks coffee cup and threw it violently into the trash can and kicked at it. Morgan said something to her and she flashed her middle finger at him, causing the bald man to laugh raucously.
Do you break things when you get mad
Eat a box of chocolate cause you're feeling bad
Do you paint your toes cause you bite your nails
And call up mama when all else fails
Now, she was biting her fingernails again. Hotch chuckled slightly, he knew she did that when she was frustrated.
Then, luckily for her, Garcia came to the rescue in the form of a computer rescue angel as well as bearing a box of chocolate she herself was munching on as she offered the box to Emily.
Grabbing a few, Emily shoved the sweet delicacies in her mouth and looking like a stuffed hamster, she began chewing on them as she tried to talk to Garcia. Garcia shook her head as she began to perform her usual miracles on Emily's laptop.
As his team bantered around in the bullpen, Hotch smiled; he was proud of his team, how they seemed so together here at work, how in tuned they were to each other's moods and thoughts as well.
Then his thoughts turned to her again. What does she do when she's at home by herself?
Hotch sighed as he shook his head;
Who are you when I'm not around
When the door is locked and the shades are down
Do you listen to your music quietly
And when it feels just right are you thinking of me?
There were some signs lately he caught her looking at him in a not-so-professional way - Does she think of me outside of work?
Emily Prentiss, a woman of mysteries. A woman he wanted to get to know more.
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know
Emily Prentiss, so poised and calm. Emily Prentiss, so together and so assured of herself. And so damn gorgeous, beautiful, and I wanted to make her mine.
My, oh, my, you're so good looking
But who are you when I'm not looking
…The End…
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Elizabeth.