Don't Let It Go To Your Head by Jordin Sparks
So what if I came clean
And told you all you mean to me.
So what if I meant every word I said
Baby don't let it go to your head
So what if I write your name
Cause you're always on my brain
In a heart that I painted crimson red
Baby don't let it go to your head
Don't be getting any big ideas
Let me make it clear
"Prentiss?" Hotch called from the doorway of his office.
Emily looked up. "Yes?"
"Can I see you for a minute please?"
"Sure." She got up and followed him into his office. He shut the door silently behind her then walked to his desk and sat down.
"I called you up here because I had a question about your case file."
"The one I just gave you?" Emily asked with a quizzical look on her face.
"That would be the one."
Emily shrugged. "Okay, did I not fill something out?"
"You filled it all out. I'm more concerned about what I found."
Emily continued to look at Hotch with a confused look on her face. "I'm sorry Hotch, but you lost me."
At her words Hotch held up a sheet of paper and Emily's mouth dropped open when she recognized what it was. "I can…um…" she sighed then dropped her head down to her chest. "Sorry."
"Can I just ask? Why do you have a sheet of paper with my name written all over it in your handwriting?"
Emily stood up and ripped the paper out of Hotch's hand before he could object. "I was bored," she lied as she sat back down.
Hotch tilted his head. "So you decided to write my name all over a sheet of paper?" he asked with a smile.
"Do you find this funny?" Emily asked in disbelief.
"A little yes," he replied truthfully.
Emily leaned back into the chair and let out a deep sigh. "I wrote your name on the paper not only because I was bored but because you always seem to be on my mind. There are some days where I can't stop thinking about you Hotch and I thought if I wrote your name down you'd leave my mind." She looked at him and saw the look in his eyes. "Don't let this go to your head Hotch. I'm just going through a stage. Everyone does it. They want their boss who they can't have and this is my turn."
"Do you think about me often?" he asked bluntly.
Emily blushed. "Yes."
"Where?"
"At work, on a case, in…" she trailed off.
"In? Where?" he baited her.
"When I'm in bed I think about you okay! So what? I mean it's normal to dream about people you work with."
Just cause I can't go on
Just cause I die when you're gone
Just cause I think of you in bed
Don't let it go to your head
If I looked in your eyes
One, two, too many times
And memorize every word you said
Don't let it go to your head
"And what were you going to do about these thoughts? Were you going to ignore them or pursue them?" He asked the blushing brunette.
"I planned on ignoring them sir. And if you didn't find this damn paper you would have never known."
"What if I told you I think about you too?" he asked her in all seriousness.
Emily stood up with rage on her face. "Are you kidding me? You find the paper then make me confess to you that I have feelings for you then you decide to act like you like me too? Who does that?" she yelled. "That's low Hotch, especially for you!" She headed for the door but Hotch was quicker. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
"I wasn't lying to you Emily. I'm serious. I have feelings for you and I just needed to see that you felt somewhat the same about me for me to act on them." Hotch moved her hand and placed it over his heart. "Do you feel how fast it's beating? That's because of you." He leaned in closer to her and she felt his breath tickle her lips.
So what if I want to kiss from your toes up to your lips
It doesn't mean that you've had me yet
You're gonna be good I bet
I'm the one who's in control here
Let me make it clear
She licked her lips unconsciously. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me sir?" Emily asked with such innocence.
Hotch flashed her a smile. "Oh I'm going to kiss you!" he leaned forward and closed the gap between the two. His tongue ran along her bottom lip begging for entrance and Emily happily let it in. They battled for dominance and he won. His hands tangled into her hair and she let out a moan. They pulled apart when air became a necessity.
"See I knew it," Emily panted still trying to get air.
Hotch arched an eyebrow. "You knew what?" he asked curiously.
"That you'd let it go to your head."
"Is that a bad thing?"
Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and stepped closer pulling his body flush against hers. "Not at all," she smiled before attaching her mouth onto his in a passionate kiss with the man of her dreams.
Now you think you got me
Well I'm gonna get you
Now you think you can touch me
Well I'm gonna let you
Just cause I can't go on
Just cause I die when you're gone
Just cause I think of you in bed
Don't let it go to your head
If I looked in your eyes
One, two, too many times
And memorize every word you said
Don't let it go to your head