Okay, here's a nice long chapter for you!! I had this written this morning, then I came back to it and added some actual lines from the movie (after watching a clip online).
so those lines (which i will quote in the footnote) are NOT mine... neither is anything related to CM or Always.
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Hearing a crash and a yelp from the bedroom, Rossi and Morgan take off in the direction of the noise. When they reach the cause of the commotion they find Emily on the ground… laughing.
"Ouuchh…" Emily whines between bits of quiet laughter. She's surrounded by what looks like various personal effects, most likely belonging to their missing victim.
"Girl," Morgan teases, helping her up. "What on earth are ya doin'?"
"Ughhh, making quite a mess in here," she replies. "I heard something from the closet so I opened it and… yea, that box just fell over… on my head, no less." She rubs her head and bends over to collect some of the objects and place them back in the cardboard box.
"Hotch just called. He wants to meet up back at the station, so uhh, whenever you're ready Prentiss," Rossi chuckles.
"You could help us," Morgan says to Rossi from his knees, examining some old photographs.
"Oh I don't think so. I'm an old man remember?" Rossi pats him on the shoulder and then disappears out of sight.
Still on the ground, Emily holds up a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs and tosses them at Morgan. She wiggles her eyebrows and grins playfully at him as he picks them up off his lap.
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The rest of the day is rather uneventful. After meeting back at the station the team works on their profile. They throw ideas off one another until their eyelids are heavy and they reach a place where no amount of coffee can possibly revive them.
By midnight the group is checking into a local hotel. They have reservations for six single-bed rooms. As the group says their goodnights, JJ is on the phone with Garcia.
"Garcia says goodnight," she announces to the group, and she disappears into her room. Everyone else follows her lead.
After Emily shuts her door and drops her bag casually on the bed, the left pocket of her pants vibrates. She pulls out her Blackberry and reads the message displayed across the lit screen.
My room in five? - Aaron
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His room is cool and dark as he ushers her in and lets the door swing closed. He pins her against the wall and welcomes her with a fervent kiss.
"Mmm… that's quite a hello Agent Hotchner," Emily purrs as she pulls away.
He smiles, trying to think of a smart comeback. At a loss, he captures her lips instead. He lifts her easily, lips never parting, and carries her across the small room.
"I've got something for you. An early birthday gift," he says as he places her at the foot of the bed. She sits.
When he reaches his 'go bag' he pulls out a shirt box.
"Baby, you didn't have to," Emily says excitedly.
The lid of the box falls to the ground and Emily is in awe.
"Aww, Aaron… you bought me girl clothes!"
Hotch can see her face light up, even in the low light of the hotel room. He bought her a silky white dress that sparkles when the light catches it just right, and a pair of white heels. It's not often in their line of work that Emily gets treated like the woman that she is, the woman that he sees. Dressing every day in a pantsuit, she doesn't leave much room in her closet for 'girl clothes,' as she puts it. But every beautiful girl deserves a beautiful dress.
"So you do like dresses?" he asks, smiling.
"It's not the dress, it's the way you see me."
Standing up, she gathers the dress and runs to the bathroom.
Moments later she emerges. The dress flows just past her knees and moves elegantly as she walks toward him. The white offsets her dark hair that falls down in loose curls around her face, touching her shoulders. Aaron would swear on his own life that he has never seen anything so drop-dead gorgeous.
He stands up and meets her in the middle of the room.
"Dance with me Emily."
She takes his hand and he pulls her close. Clinging tight to each other, they dance to the beating of their hearts.
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Laying together on the bed, Emily pulls the covers up to her chin and closes her eyes.
"Em…"
"Hmmm?" she hums her response, sleep starting to overcome her.
"I love you," Hotch whispers.
She rolls over to face him, "I know." She smiles.
His lips twitch and he can't mask his disappointment fast enough.
"What's wrong?"
"Em, why don't you say it?"
"Say what?"
"'I love you'. Why don't you say 'I love you'?"
He sits up on the bed and reaches forward to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
"Wh—Aaron, I don't know. I never…" she pauses. "But you know I do."
"Of course I do, it would just mean a lot to me if you'd say it."
"I – I don't know if I'm ready. I mean I feel it, but… it's difficult to explain really."
Pushing herself up, she leans against the headboard and runs a hand through her hair.
"Are you unsure? Unsure about us?"
"No! Absolutely not."
"Then why? And why don't you want to get married? My priorities are changing Emily. I'm at the point in my life where I want nothing more than to get married and have a family with you. I love you."
"Oh Aaron, I know… but I can't. I can't give up this job yet, I'm just not ready to. What I feel for you is unlike anything I have ever felt before… but I'm just not done with this stage of my life yet."
She knows he is upset, and she hates herself for causing him pain. But she's just not sure if she's ready to cross the line into the next stage of her life. For the better part of a year, her bounds have already been pushed farther than she thought would ever be possible for her. The relationship she has now is, quite frankly, scaring the shit out of her. She swears that love is more frightening than any unsub she has ever faced.
"I'm so sorry," Emily lets her head fall forward into her hands. She wipes a tear that has escaped and breathes in deeply. She can hear him sigh beside her.
"Emily, honey, look at me."
He moves closer. She finds his eyes and they are a mixture of love and sorrow.
"I love you. And I understand. Me, of all people should understand. So I'll wait until you are ready to take the next step. It's going to be hard for me, but, I will. For you."
She dries her eyes with the back of her hand. She giggles softly at his lopsided grin.
He puts his hand in the air as if he is holding a champagne glass, about to make a toast.
"To us."
Mirroring him, she 'clinks' her imaginary glass to his.
"Always."
Hha, well the cliffy.... not what you expected, hopefully.
Okay these following quotes are not mine: "You bought me girl clothes" "so you do like dresses" "it's not the dress it's the way you see me" "to us" "always"
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