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PROMPT: Casual Friday (The Office)

"Have you seen Hotch this morning?"

Emily looked up at Reid as she unceremoniously dropped her things by her chair. "I just got here, Reid. What do you think?"

Reid's cheeks went just a little pink. "He's wearing jeans."

That shot one of Emily's eyebrows into the air. "He's what?"

"Wearing jeans. I saw it, when he walked in here."

Emily's mind was whirling. Hotch? In jeans?

"You wouldn't know why, would you?"

There was a spark in Reid's eyes that made her both worried and curious at the same time. "No," she replied, keeping her face neutral and her answer short. Good God she'd spent way too much time in politics. "Should I?"

Reid shrugged again. "You'd be the one most likely to know."

"Well I don't," Emily sighed. She'd woken wrapped around Hotch, her favourite way to wake up, only to discover that she had no clothes. She'd raced back to her place, had the fastest shower she could ever remember having in her life, and rushed into work. And she was still late.

"Prentiss?"

She resisted the urge to groan and look up at her boss pleadingly. Couldn't she have five minutes to settle in?

"I need to speak with you."

She climbed the stairs obediently, absently noting that he was indeed wearing jeans and they were the pair she absolutely adored. They were the most well worn, and obviously well-loved pair of jeans Hotch owned. And Emily knew first hand that he owned three.

"I'm sorry," she began immediately. "I know I'm late."

He held up a hand as he closed the door. That caught Emily's attention. He never closed the door, especially since the team had started harassing her about her Hotch dreams. He looked almost frantic when his eyes met hers. "Do I have any suits at your place?"

It took Emily longer than usual to answer the question, if only because she was in work-mode and they didn't mix work-mode and home-mode while on the clock. Personal and professional needed to be separate, not because they wanted it, per se, but because it was a necessary evil with their jobs and the people they worked with. "I'm sorry?"

"I have no suits left in my closet."

She blinked. "That doesn't make sense. You have eight million suits."

"I know. But I went to get dressed after you left this morning and there weren't any hanging up," he said, running a hand through his hair.

Emily took his hand and led him to the couch. "Did you take any to the dry cleaners?"

"On the weekend. But I thought for sure I had enough suits to last me through the week," he answered.

"Well it's not like they were eaten by a suit monster," she said absently. "I'll go home at lunch and check?"

He blew out a breath. "Thanks."

"No problem." Her eyes sparkled. "I do like you in those jeans though, sir."

He chuckled and kissed the side of her head.

She let out a sigh. This would be so much easier if they only had one place.

"What?"

"What?" Emily asked, looking up.

"What did you just say? You just mumbled something."

She'd said it aloud. She'd gone and said it aloud. "Um... Nothing."

"What did you say, Emily?"

She huffed out a breath. "This would be so much easier if we only had one place."

He didn't say anything for a moment. Permanence was something they'd only ever discussed in hypotheticals and abstract terms. They'd never said something that held as much weight as what she had.

"I didn't think you'd been thinking about it," he said finally, carefully.

"To be honest? I really haven't. It just kind of came out," she admitted. "We've never even broached the topic, so it honestly didn't cross my mind."

He nodded slowly. "What do you think?"

"Other than that it's infinitely more practical?" she quipped with a quirk of her lips. She shrugged. "I'd need time to weigh the pros and cons."

"There are cons?"

She just looked at him. Of course there were cons. His habit of leaving things in the sink, for example. He had a dishwasher, for Pete's sake, it didn't take much more effort to put the dishes in the machine once they were finished. And she hated that he often left his laundry sit in the dryer. Things got wrinkled that way. Sometimes she looked at the things about him that drove her nuts and smiled. They were opposites. He was careful, organized and deliberate in everything he did at work, and Emily was much more like that at home.

"Hey, you're not exactly easy to live with either, you know," he said, softening the blow by kissing the side of her head.

She knew that. "We're going to have to think and talk about it, but only if it's a viable option." She didn't want him to feel obligated now that she'd brought it up.

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"We'll think about it, talk about it."

Emily blinked. That wasn't exactly the answer she'd expected. "We will?" she asked, hope warming her chest.

"If you agree it's a viable option," he said. Then he chuckled. "It sounds like we're talking about the possibility of experimental treatment for a deadly disease."

"Or the invasion of a foreign country. Which, now that I think about it, is much better analogy."

"I don't know if I'd say either of our places is exactly foreign territory," he growled into her ear.

Emily bit the inside of her cheek. They didn't get frisky in the office. That line was not one to be crossed. She slowly pulled away, indicating that while she'd like to continue this, they were in the office. "I should get down to work. I'm already late. I'll drop by my apartment and check on those suits for you at lunch."

He kissed the side of her head. "Thank you. Reid gave me the weirdest look when I walked into the office."

"Hotch, you don't even wear jeans when we go out with the team, can you really blame him?"

He sighed. "Please, God, find me a suit."

He was lucky. There was one suit left at her place, and since it was Friday, he could pick up his dry cleaning on the weekend and have suits for the next little while. She sighed as she carefully swung the suit over her back and made her way into the bullpen. She expected the place to be empty, and barely looked up as she made her way up the stairs to Hotch's office. She knocked on the doorframe with an exhausted smile.

"I found one."

"You did?" he asked, springing from his chair almost immediately.

She nodded, holding out the hangar. "The only one left."

"I have to pick up my dry cleaning this weekend," he said, taking the hangar and kissing her cheek.

Emily smiled. "You do. But that's okay." She bit her lip.

"What is it?" he asked, already pulling the jacket off of the hangar. God, she'd even found a shirt. She was more than a fantastic woman.

She pursed her lips. "I think moving in together is a viable option."

He paused for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I'm starting to warm up to the idea."

"Then we start talking about it?"

"We'll start talking about it," Hotch agreed with a wide smile.

She echoed the smile. "Alright, between being late and Derek's attempt at rapping along with his music this morning, I am extremely behind in the work I wanted to get done today."

He glanced around the bullpen once, quickly, then pressed his mouth to hers. "Thank you. For the suit."

Emily returned to her desk with a smile on her face, popping in her earbuds and focusing on her paperwork. Meanwhile, Jennifer Jareau smiled from the conference room, having watched the entire conversation from in between the blinds. She'd known Emily had been lying when she'd talked about dreaming about their boss and now she had the visual proof to keep her warm at night. And it certainly seemed like her colleagues weren't ready to tell anyone. JJ knew she could keep a secret. There were too many times that Emily had pounced on her for a bit of her love life that JJ had inadvertently left out or told Penelope and not Emily. This was news that JJ was sure would save her from some sort of outburst soon.

So she turned back from where she was setting out folders. They had a briefing after lunch. A case had come up in Delaware. Even if romance seemed alive and well in the BAU, UNSUBs didn't sleep.

I have no idea why I decided to turn this into it's own little series, but the idea came to me as I was writing this. We already know Reid knows, now JJ does too!

As for news... The next list of prompts will be up in the next 48 hours or so. We're just in the process of picking this set's 6, which, I'm not going to lie, is what prompted me to get writing for this. This was my last prompt to write in the list!

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