Okay, well I got suckered into making this story longer! Yay me! Haha! I have three chapters already written, but I think I'll spread them out unless someone begs me to post it…So here ya go!
Oh and was it just me or was Tim Curry SUPER creepy on the finale of Minds last night? He'd freak me the hell out I know that!
Awkward. That was the only word Emily could think of to describe her situation. Really, really awkward. After they figured out who the other really was Hotch tried to say her being placed on his team was a mistake and he didn't approve of it, then he brushed past her to be briefed on a new case. Even though Emily knew that what he said could be her way out of the weird situation, she had worked way to hard to get where she was and she wasn't going to let him just throw her aside—unless that throwing involved a wall and his strong lean body pressed against hers. Emily shook her head violently to get those thoughts to disappear. This was going to be bad.
When the team arrived back from their case Emily was there waiting. Hotch made a comment about hoping she hadn't been sitting there the whole time. No sir that would be borderline psycho. Emily practically begged for a chance. She even showed him her profiling skills and for a split second after she finished he looked impressed with what she said. Even though his brain was telling him not to and that this would be very bad he told her about the briefings and where to get a desk. She was so excited that she could have hugged him, but luckily she restrained herself.
Thankfully her first case was far away from the man invading her thoughts. She was sent with Gideon and she watched Hotch fight for her to go with him. When Gideon finally agreed and walked away and Hotch looked down at her, she saw something in his eyes. He gave her a small nod and all she wanted to do was get past all the damn desks in the way, jump over the railing in between them, push him into the room behind him and do very bad, unmentionable things to him. Oh my God, she thought to herself. When did I step into the world of Grey's Anatomy?
Prentiss noticed that Hotch was kind of rude to her, all the time. He didn't always listen to what she said; he turned her away and snapped at her a lot. Then during a crime scene when she asked about a congresswoman she saw in office, his eyes turned colder than normal and he was angry. Emily knew she fucked up. Especially when he told her he wanted to speak to her. She followed him into his office.
"Have a seat," he told her while shutting the door. She obliged and he sat at his desk. "I don't appreciate being questioned in front of other agents." He snapped quietly.
"It was not my intention, I'm sorry."
"What were you talking to congressman Stryra about the other day?"
"She stopped by to say hello." She answered truthfully. "She worked with my mother so I've known her since I was a kid."
"Did you tip her off about this case?"
Emily's eyes narrowed. What the hell was he talking about? Why would she do that? "No."
"This team can't function if I don't trust the people on it."
Even though Emily knew she should really be pissed off and she was, but there was something about the way he was looking at her that made her want to climb over the desk and jump him. He was sexy when he was mad. "Sir, if I touched a nerve out there today I'm sorry, but I don't deserve this."
Hotch knew he should stop there, but he just pushed on. "You mysteriously showed up at the BAU after one of my team members was involved in a questionable shooting."
"Right."
"You've done good work, I'm not questioning that, but I will not put up with a political agenda."
Emily tilted her head to the side and rolled her eyes. "My mothers a career politician. You worked with her, did you like her?"
"She's an impressive woman."
"Well, I think politics make people distrustful. I think it makes them hate themselves. I think it tears families apart and damages people. I told you already Agent Hotchner, I hate politics, but maybe you weren't paying attention. So if there's nothing else, I would like to get back on the street to find out who's killing these women." She gets up from her seat, "sir." And she walked out.
Aaron Hotchner never knew the word sir could sound like a cuss word, but apparently he was wrong. He watched her go and felt like a complete asshole. He was listening to her when she told him she hated politics, but he never knew the reason until now. In fact, he remembered every word she said to him that night. The sad thing was he just told her he couldn't make a team work if he didn't trust them, but it's not them that he was worried about. It was him and the way he felt when he was around her. The memories that flooded his mind when he looked at her, especially when he focused on her mouth. He could remember the warmth engulfing him and the way she swallowed him up. He groaned out loud. How was he supposed to work with her when that's all he could think of? He paired her with Morgan and Reid as much as he could, but she was still there. No one could help him now.