This has got to be one of the most bizarre ideas I have down on paper yet. I've read a few D&G crossovers but they're almost always one-shots and most of them are always Hotch as Greg or Greg as Hotch. I figure in this story, I ought to mix the two characters into one. So Aaron keeps the name Aaron but also keeps some qualities that made Greg (I suppose it comes with the parents). OK, 2nd time's the charm, hopefully.
Love Attracts Crazy
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Summary:
CM, Dharma & Greg style A/U: When Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss meet, it's love at first sight. H/P, M/G, JJ/Reid. Team-centric. Characters crossover: Kitty, Edward & Larry.
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Episode 1, Part 2: "Friends Like These."
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"Geezus louise. Think ya had enough to drink?"
"Are you kidding me? I haven't had nearly enough, pal," Edward said as he took another swig from the bottle. "Not nearly enough."
The man beside him smirked. "Women trouble?" he asked.
"Something like that. Although I hardly view Kitty as a woman now a days."
The man's eyebrows shot up before taking a sip of champagne. "Kitty?"
Aaron came back to the bar with a large pitcher of alcohol and three glasses. He sat down in between the two men. "My mother, his wife," he explained.
The man raised his eyebrows higher. "Wait. This is your father, Aaron?" he asked wryly.
Edward frowned. "You know this man, son?" He finished the last of his bottle and set it down next to the pitcher.
Aaron shrugged. "Yes and yes. Dad, this is Dave, my new boss. Dave, this is my dad, Edward Montgomery-Hotchner."
Edward turned to stare at the man. Dave stared back. Aaron grinned and stood up. "I'm going to go tip a random waiter now and let you guys get to know each other some more." Then before either of them could reply, he had already taken out a wad of bills and rushed off to find a waiter.
Dave cleared his throat. "So you're Aaron's father. I heard a lot about you."
Edward turned back to the bar and poured himself a shot. "Oh really? He didn't say a damn thing about you."
Dave winced. Just like Aaron to forget. "Well I hope you're not too upset." He raised his glass to his lips again.
"Why would I be upset? It's his choice on what to do with his life," Edward said. "If he wants to go into the god awful BUA something, that's his goddamn choice. Right?"
"BAU, sir," Dave corrected. He furrowed his brows as he watched the man gulp down the liquor. If it weren't for the 'god awful' and 'goddamn' parts, I'd think this is going pretty well. "Anyway, I hope you don't mind we'll be leaving a little earlier than planned."
Edward paused and looked at him. Dave could see the confusion on his face. "What are you talking about 'leaving'?"
"We're flying to Virginia tonight," Dave said.
"Really now?" Edward's eyebrows shot up. "Virginia?"
Now it was Dave's turn to be confused. "Yes we're located in Quantico, Virginia. Didn't Aaron tell you?"
"No." Edward sighed and finished the remainder of his shot in one large gulp. "Apparently his mother and I aren't good enough for the truth anymore."
Oh boy, Aaron, you really screwed this one up, didn't ya?
"I quit."
Emily stared at her mother in dismay. Did I really just hear that right? "Excuse me?"
Elizabeth looked at her, her eyes daring her to argue back. "I said 'I quit'." Then she turned to the rest of her gathered colleagues and subordinates. "Any questions?"
Larry latched onto her arm. "You tell 'em, Sugar – the big, bad, money robbing machine of the world shall be no more!"
Elizabeth squeezed the man's arm. "Yes, Larry, let's tell everyone that, shall we?"
"Ow, ow, ow! Not too tight. Honey. Not too tight," Larry wheezed. "OK, OK. You win."
The woman smirked. "Good. Now if there are no questions, you'll have to excuse us. We have a lot of catching up to do when we get home, am I right, Larry?"
Emily watched in silent horror as her mother and Larry started to head for the door. Can this get any worse? Larry grinned. "Is that when we have sexual intercourse?"
"Larry!"
Emily let out a moan. Leave it to Larry. Just leave it to Larry.
"Em, is that you? I heard what happened. Are you OK?"
Emily spun around on her heels. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar face of a friend. "Oh thank god it's you, Elle."
Elle Greenaway walked up to her and placed a comforting hand on her friend's tense shoulder. Sympathy was written all over her face. "Was it as bad as I heard?"
Emily winced. "What do you think? She quit," she drawled. "And made me the laughing stock of the whole bureau with that loony boyfriend of hers while she was at it," she added under her breath. Emily folded her arms in front of her.
Elle sighed. "It can't be that bad."
Just as soon as she said that, two men passed by them in the hallway. The black, baldheaded man grinned at the two women and slung an arm around his lankier partner.
"Have a good day, ladies." He winked knowingly at Emily before turning back to his friend.
Emily looked pointedly at Elle. "You saw that, didn't you?"
Elle rolled her eyes. "He just said 'Have a good day, ladies.' How is that proof that he knows?"
"Are you serious? Did you not see his wink and smirk? He knows. He definitely knows," Emily said.
"Or maybe he's just trying to be nice and you're acting way too paranoid."
Emily snorted. "Nice? Do you even know who that guy was?"
"Derek Morgan. 34 years old. Single. Moved from Chicago, Illinois. Currently reports to Jason Gideon. And a total player," Elle added with a grin.
"See? There's nothing nice about a player," Emily said.
Elle raised an eyebrow. "Except his charm and outer appearance?"
"He's not charming, Elle."
Elle frowned. "You're not a lesbian, are you, Em?"
"No," Emily snorted.
"Then what guy does appeal to you?"
A few other people passed them in the hall, each of them grinning widely at Emily. Emily groaned and wrapped her hand around Elle's. "Come on. I think I'm gonna catch my break early today. What are you hungry for right now?"
