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Emily awoke to a slight banging in her head and the need to punch something harshly. She rolled over on her back and slowly opened her eyes, as if opening them to fast would cause her headache to worsen. As her eyes fluttered open, Emily looked around in panic realizing that it wasn't her own bed she was waking up in.
'Oh god! Please don't tell me I did anything I'll regret last night.' Emily thought rubbing the back of her head trying to realize where she was. She then turned around in the bed to see if 'anyone' had joined her last night. Seeing that she was alone, she sighed in relief and rested her head on the headboard still rubbing her temples thinking. 'What did I do after dancing with Hotch? Oh crap! We went over to the bar and the last thing I remember is asking Hotch if he had ever done body shots... Oh shit!'
Emily jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom attached to the bedroom she had woken up in. she made it to the toilet just in time to empty out the contents of her stomach into it. When she sat back she heard someone running down the hallway towards the door sounding slightly panicked. An out of breath Hotch opened up the bedroom door and ran over to Emily as she heaved into the toilet. He came up behind her and pulled back her hair and rubbed small circles on her back giving her the only comfort he could. Grabbing the offered tissue out of Hotch's hand, Emily sat back against him trying to calm herself down.
"Are you okay Emily?" Hotch asked still rubbing her back and not noticing how close they were.
"Yeah, just a little hung over and confused." She said wiping her mouth while moving to get up.
"Here, let me help you." Hotch said grabbing her hands and pulling her up, only to have Emily slip on the floor and fall on the ground, sending a wave of pain through both her heard and left hip.
"Oww!" she winced when she went to move from the already uncomfortable position she was now in.
"I got you. I got you." Hotch grabbed her by the hips this time, pulling her up and forwards so she was slightly pressed up against him. She then looked up at his face, seeing pure passion again, but this time it didn't fade away into a different, more appropriate countenance.
"What happened last night?" Emily asked still making eye contact with her boss who still hadn't loosened his grip on her.
"You got a little too drunk to drive so I drove you to your apartment, but you left your keys in your car so I drove you here and carried you in and put you in the spare bedroom for the night... oh and you owe the bartender at that bar an apology too." He said trying not to show an amused smirk at her reaction to that.
"I'm so sorry, sir. That was totally inappropriate of me an-"but she was cut off by Hotch.
"Don't worry about it Emily, and drop the sir act... We aren't at work right now." He said. Emily was about to fight him about it but he cut her off again."I'm serious Em, I really didn't mind!"
"But I should have known better than get drunk in front of my boss! Gah! What's wrong with me?" She said backing out of his reach. "Did I do anything stupid?" she asked looking ashamed.
"well you kind of asked me to do body shots and the bar tender told you that it was time to calm down and start heading out and well..."
"Well what Hotch?" she said getting impatient but blushing from what he had already said.
"You went off on him and then started screaming, so we left. More like I dragged you half way out and we sat on the bench for a while until you calmed down." He said, not telling her about what else happened on the bench.
"Oh no... Oh no. Oh god. I'm so sorry Hotch. You should have left me there!" she said starting to get the headache back.
"Why would I do that? And let you get kidnapped or raped?" he said seriously.
"Better than seeing me drunk and cussing!" she said.
"Oh and by the way you cuss like a sailor!" Hotch said letting a little giggle slip from his mouth.
Emily looked back up at him and couldn't help but smile when she saw her boss smile.
"You know you have a really handsome smile?" Emily said turning her head to the side slightly still eyeing him.
"As is yours." Hotch said making her blush.
They both started laughing at each other again. After several minutes of flirty compliments on each other's appearances, they ended up in the living room on the couch.
"Do you want some breakfast and coffee to help you get over that hangover of yours?" Hotch said smiling.
"Are you sure it's not too much of a bother?" I can always stop at McDonalds on the way... MAN!"
"What? What's wrong?" Hotch said slightly panicking at her outburst.
"My cars still at the bar along with my wallet phone and keys!" she said slamming her head into her hands.
"Its okay, I can take you over there now if you'd rather eat greasy food and cold coffee than my yummy pancakes and steamy hot coffee.' He said, getting a slight giggle out of Emily.
Hotch made him and Emily a big breakfast and then they both watched TV for awhile before Emily said she was going to head home and get a shower if Hotch would take her to get her car from the bar first. At the bar, they said their goodbyes and headed off to their apartments.