The Shrink Is In

Disclaimer: CBS owns all things connected to Criminal Minds, all I own is the series on DVD.

Summary: Hotch tries to win Emily over after talking to the shrink.

A/N: This will be the last one in this series, I can't think of anything else for the storyline. Enjoy the short oneshot.

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"Every accomplishment starts with the decision." Author Unknown

Hotch walked away from the baffled Dr. Harts' office on the fifth floor of the Federal building walking to the elevator that led back to the BAU floor. He was filled with renewed confidence.

'I'm Aaron Hotchner, alpha male and I always get what I want' Hotch confidently thought, walking on the BAU floor pure determination wore on his face.

Hotch walked through the glass doors, his eyes went straight to her desk only to find it empty.

'Huh' Hotch thought to himself 'Where the hell did she go? I had this all planned out, speech included.'

Hotch heard boisterous laughter coming from the break room, quietly peering in, he saw Emily. That brought a smile to his face which quickly dropped.

Emily was with Morgan, and the dark man had his arms wrapped around her bringing the brunette into a giggle fit.

Hotch narrowed his brows at the sight, 'This is not going how I planned.'

Hotch walked into the break room and immediately the laughter stopped. 'Is it me?'

Hotch walked over to the coffee pot, grabbing a cup of the hot caffeine.

"Hey Hotch" Morgan greeted raising an eyebrow at the brunette next to him, who appeared flustered by their Unit Chief's appearance.

"Morgan, Prentiss" Hotch replied back, sipping his coffee.

Morgan nodded as he headed back to the bullpen leaving Emily standing there with Hotch.

Emily placed her cup in the sink, "Better get back to work."

Before Emily could even move, Hotch grabbed her arm causing her to raise a brow at him while her cheeks went pink.

"Hotch?" Emily asked "Something you need?"

Hotch looked over at her with a glint of boyish mischievous look "Oh yeah. Come with me."

"Uh, what?" Emily replied as she was rushed down to the supply close "What are we doing here?"

"Having a private conversation." Hotch replied shutting the door behind him "I need to tell you something."

"What?" Emily asked "What's wrong with you? You're acting out of character."

Hotch smirked at that comment "This is the new and improved Aaron Hotchner."

"New and improved... what?" Emily repeated confused "This seems... so unlike you."

"But this is what they wanted." Hotch said "You know those stories written about you... and me?"

Emily's cheek went pink as she recalled the steamy stories "What about them?"

"I wrote them." Hotch said bluntly.

Emily's eyes widened in surprise "You... you what? You wrote the stories?"

Hotch nodded nonchalantly "Yep. Seems we're a hot commodity. Everyone loves us together."

Emily sputtered "Everyone... Excuse me? We're not anything. No hot commodity. We're co-workers and friends... we're not some cheesy soap opera romance."

Hotch grabbed her cheeks pulling her towards him preparing to kiss her to prove his passion.

"What are you doing?" Emily replied in shock.

"Oh you know what I'm doing..." Hotch replied chuckling "How's this for just friends?"

Hotch's lips hit Emily's, passionately, hot and wild, his tongue probing hers asking for admittance, to his pleasure she accepted. His pride shot up when she moaned in pleasure.

Pulling back, Hotch saw her half closed eyes, and her groan as he pulled out of the kiss.

"Well?" Hotch asked unable to tear his eyes off the brunette begging to be kissed again.

"Better than any story you wrote." Emily whispered causing Hotch to chuckle.

Emily looked up at the man in front of her "But why now? After all this time, and all the years we worked side by side, do you do this now?"

Hotch looked over to the readers, "Ask them. They've wanted this for years. For us."

Emily looked over and her eyebrow shot up "Really? Then what stopped us?"

Hotch turned his attention back to Emily "We're not in charge here. We only do what we're told."

"Damn it, then." Emily said realizing that "Well I guess since it's just us here, we give in."

Hotch smirked at her "Really? Do you want this? Us?"

Emily pulled Hotch down to her by his suit jacket "More than anything."

Hotch and Emily kissed again, he picked her up while she wrapped her legs around him, as he moved her over to the shelf behind her.

Leveling her to the shelf, Hotch unbuttoned Emily's top while she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I want you so bad." Hotch growled in Emily's ear as he started unbuttoning her pants, returning his mouth on her neck intending to leave marks, letting people know Emily was his. And only his.

"Then take me." Emily moaned closing her eyes while unbuckling his belt.

The door opened causing both dark haired agents to look at the intruder in surprise.

"Oh God." Dr. Hart said "Excuse me, just needed copy machine toner. Return to your... activity."

The door slammed shut, as Dr. Hart walked out muttering about transferring back to psychiatric ward in New York.

Looking left and right, the doctor heard the loud moaning of the agents and thought 'Hey wonder if this was in one of Agent Hotchners' stories. Better go back and read that fanfiction thing..."

"What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?" Vincent van Gogh

The End

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