When Nothing Goes As Planned


Emily hated the small motel room she was staying in. She hated the ugly wallpaper covering the walls and the ugly curtains that match all too well with the wallpaper. She hated the hard bed she had to sleep in and the ridiculous looking paint on the wall over the bed. Emily hated it all! When a sob left her mouth and tears started running down her cheeks, Emily covered her face with her hands and tugged her legs up under herself on the bed. She hated crying! Why was she even crying? The case was nothing out of the ordinary, so she should not be doing it. Emily sighed. She could probably blame the crying on the fact that she was tired. She had not slept much. There had not been time for sleeping, but that was not something new. No one slept much when they were on a case.

Emily laid down on the bed and decided that she could cry for five more minutes and then she would get up at pack her bags, so she was ready to leave in the morning. But just as her head hit the bedspread there was a knock on the door. She sighed and slowly got up. "Just a minute," Emily yelled to whoever was on the side of the door as she walked into the small bathroom and tried to erase every sign of her crying.

Emily opened the door and saw JJ standing on the other side. "We are going out tonight!" JJ said with a big smile.

Emily sighed. "I'm not really in the mood."

"Then you can be 'not really in the mood' with Hotch at the bar," JJ said and pushed Emily gently into the room and headed for her ready-bag. "We need to find you something else to wear."

Emily looked down herself. Yeah PJ pants and an oversized t-shirt may not be the perfect thing to wear at a bar. She walked over to JJ who handed her a pair of dark jeans and a red top which was the only one Emily had yet to use. "Here, change into this and then let's go," JJ said with a smile, but it quickly disappeared when she noticed the redness around Emily's nose and eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I can see that you have been crying," JJ said and tilted her head to the side. "It's okay if you don't want to go."

Emily smiled. "I'm just tired that's all. And if everyone else is going, then I want to go too," Emily said and grabbed the clothes and walked into the bathroom to change and put on some make-up.

/

At the bar the team had been able to find a table big enough for all of them to sit at, but after two drinks each Hotch and Emily were the only ones left at the table. Morgan, JJ and Reid were on the dance floor. JJ had persuaded Reid to go dance with her and Rossi was talking to a young pretty girl with long blond hair at the bar.

Emily smiled and turned to Hotch. "How do you think he does it?" Emily asked and nodded her head towards Rossi and the girl.

"I don't know, but whatever he does, he must be very good at it seeing that he has been married three times."

Emily chuckled and took a sip for her beer.

"Prentiss, are you okay?" Hotch asked and looked concerned at her.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just that your room it right next to mine and the walls are paper thin."

"Oh." Embarrassed, Emily looked down at her drink. He had heard her cry. The one thing she hated even more than crying was being caught crying. God, this was embarrassing! Emily felt her cheeks redden as she kept looking down.

"Is there something you want to talk about?"

Emily shook her head and sighed. "No, I was just tired and the case was still fresh on my mind. I think I just got a little overwhelmed," she said with a sad smile.

Hotch gave a little smile back. "So nothing bad is going on?"

"Nothing so bad that alcohol can't fix it," Emily said with a grin and emptied her beer. "You want another?"

Hotch nodded and together they headed for the bar.

Emily tried to get the bartender's attention while Hotch waited patiently behind her. Being the man he was, Hotch couldn't help but look down her body. 'She did have a nice ass,' he noticed as a smile crawled upon his lips. Morgan had on many occasions commented on the fact that her ass looked good in jeans and now Hotch had to agree with him.

"So Hotch, what do you want?" Emily asked.

"Just a beer."

"'Kay," she said and ordered, but when she turned around, beers in hands, Hotch was still looking at her ass which meant that he now was looking directly down her blouse.

Hotch quickly looked up and mumbled, "Sorry" as Emily started laughing. She actually laughed all the way back to the table where JJ and Reid where now sitting.

"What are you laughing about?" JJ asked.

Emily looked at Hotch and his red cheeks and said, "Oh nothing."

Just as they sat down Rossi and Morgan came back to the table with a tray of tequila shots - two for each. Morgan put the tray down in the middle of the table and started passing them around. When Hotch declined Emily pricked him in the side. "Come on Hotch! You don't even have to drive home or anything. You just have to walk to the other side of the road," Emily said as she enjoyed the first of her shots.

Hotch just shook his head.

Emily drank her other shot and grinned at him as she wiped her thumb along the corner of her lip. "Well, if you don't want them, then I will!" She said and reached out for Hotch's on the tray.

Hotch grabbed her around the wrist and pushed her hand away. "Fine, I will drink them myself."

/

After two more beers and five shots, Emily's head was springing like crazy. She slowly turned away from JJ, who she had been talking to, and saw that besides them, Hotch was the only one still sitting at the table. Emily looked confused around the bar before asking, "Where is everybody else?"

JJ chuckled loudly as Hotch answered her, "They went home."

"When?" Emily asked surprised, "and why didn't they say goodbye me?"

"They did Prentiss. You don't remember?"

"Huh… I guess not," Emily said and tilted her head to the side as she tried to remember when the others had left.

"How much have you had to drink?" Hotch asked.

"Not that much, just three beers and four shots."

JJ laughed. "No! You have had five beers and seven shots."

"No I did not!" Emily said and as she turned back to JJ.

Still laughing JJ just nodded her head yes.

"Oh well, then I understand better way my head is springing."

"Are you okay?" JJ asked a bit concerned.

Emily smiled big. "Yeah I'm just fine."

"Good," JJ said and kissed Emily on the cheek, "because I'm going home now, too."

"No! You can't go now, I want to dance. Please don't go," Emily begged.

"I bet that if you ask Hotch really nicely then he may dance with you."

"Yeah fine, you just go home then Hotch and I will have fun without you," Emily said as she faked sadness.

JJ just shook her head as she got up and hugged Emily goodbye. "Will you remember that I said goodbye to you in five minutes?"

"Probably not," Emily said with a shrug. "I will see you tomorrow, hon."

"Bye sweetie. Bye Hotch," JJ said and waved goodbye before leaving.

Emily turned back to Hotch. "Do you think she will be safe going home by herself?"

"She only has to go across the road, then she will be at the motel, but if you are worried about her, then why don't you just call her in five minutes and see if she got back alright?"

"Aw, you are so sweet," Emily said and laid her head on Hotch's shoulder. "Do you want to dance with me?"

"Yeah sure."

"Really?" Emily asked surprised and lifted her head of his shoulder quickly.

"Yes come on." Hotch got up and stretched his hand out for her to take. She took it and he led them through the crowded dance floor to the far corner near the wall. Emily was surprised how steady she was on her feet. When they stopped Hotch put his hands on her back and Emily put hers on his shoulders as they started to move to the music. Then all of the sudden he spun her around, pulling her back against his body again as she began to laugh. Emily almost stumbled when she hit his chest which only made her laugh more. "I think I have had too much to drink."

Hotch flashed her his dimples. "I have had as much as you."

"You have?" She smiled up at him. "Then do your head spring like crazy too?"

Hotch just nodded and pulled her against his chest so her head tucked back under his chin. He slowly started rubbing her back as they moved from side to side to the slow music. Emily sighed. It felt so nice to have his arms wrapped around her like this. She knew that they were both drunk, but that did not make the tickling inside her stomach go away, so she leant back and looked up at him. His eyes were close and there was a small smile on his lips. Emily moved her hands from his shoulder and up to his face. As she ran her fingers along his jaw Hotch slowly opened his eyes and looked directly into Emily's.

She smiled and leant up a little so she could press her lips against his.

Emily thought that Hotch would have pull away and told her that it was a mistake that they were drunk and should not be doing this. But he did not. Instead, he pressed his lips just as eagerly against hers as she had.

/

Emily's vision was blurry as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking groggily against the harsh sunlight streaming through the window. Emily lifted her head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, but as she did a dull ache pulsed its way through her neck, arms and legs making her quickly lay down again. Apparently moving isn't a good idea, Emily thought as a full-blown pain raged inside her skull and she gently closed her eyes. But Emily's eyes quickly flew open again when she felt movement beside her. She ignored the pain in her head and all the protest her body was giving as she turned over in the bed.

"Oh my God!" Emily whispered when she saw Hotch lying on the other side of the bed. She lay back and covered her face in her hands trying to remember what had happened last night and why she was lying in bed with Hotch. But then Emily noticed something else. Her shoulders were cold. Horrified Emily lifted the duvet and saw that she was not wearing anything. She was simply lying in bed next to her boss naked.

Emily sighed and decided that getting dressed and leaving before Hotch woke would be the best thing to do, but as she crawled out of the bed, Hotch groaned and opened his eyes slowly. Emily quickly grabbed the bedspread off the bed and covered herself with it.

"What the-"

"Are you naked too?" Emily asked as she pulled the fabric more tightly around her.

Hotch looked confused at her and then lifted the duvet. "Ah, yeah."

"Oh God!" Emily moaned and sat down on the bed again. "Do you remember anything?"

Hotch slowly shook his head and then asked, "Did we…?"

"It looks like it," Emily sighed. "I better go." She quickly got out of the bed and grabbed her clothes which was scattered around the room and headed to the bathroom. She got dressed and tried to comb her hair with her fingers before pulling it into a ponytail. 'I look like hell,' Emily thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. Then Emily noticed something on her jaw – a bruise?

She looked closer at it in the mirror and then she realized it was a hickey. A God damn hickey! Hotch had given her a God damn hickey! How was she supposed to explain that to the others? Emily moaned loudly and left the bathroom.

Emily picked her bag up off the floor and walked to the door. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Hotch was sitting on the end of the bed fully dressed now. She cleared her throat and said, "I will see you on the plane." Hotch nodded and then she left.

/

When Emily got back to her room she quickly showered and packed the rest of her things before meeting up with the others by their SUV's. The car ride went quietly and Emily had made sure not to get into the same car as Hotch. It was probably for the best for her to avoid him for the next couple of hours or even days.

The plane ride was just as a silent affair as the car ride had been. Most of them were asleep, because none had gotten much sleep the night before. Emily was sitting by the window with her head leant against the wall. Her eyes were closed, but she had not been able to fall asleep, because incoherent pictures from the night's events kept filling her mind. Emily sighed as she opened her eyes and saw JJ looking at her from the other side of the table. "What happened to your jaw?" she asked.

Emily suddenly remembered the nice blue hickey on the upper part of her jaw which was noticeable now that she was leaning her head against the wall. "Oh, I bumped it against the bedside table this morning when I tried to reach my alarm clock."

JJ just nodded, but it did not look like she believed Emily's story and why would she? It was a bad lie and Emily knew that, but she could not really tell her the truth, at least not now with all the others so close by.

Emily sighed and closed her eyes again. She was starting to remember the things that had happened during the night. She remembered the bar and drinking a lot. She remembered the dance she had shared with Hotch and how his lips felt against hers. God, she was even starting to remember how his hands had felt on her naked body. How would she ever be able to look at him again and not think about that night? Emily sighed and wished that she would never have to think about any of this ever again.