Episode: Cold Comfort

"A romantic opportunity might experience a slight hitch due to a pesky lunar influence which could have you dipping into a rather chilly mood. If being demonstrative and warm is difficult, then neutralize this temporary cold front with a simple but affectionate gesture!"

Hotch glanced down at the few members of his team, catching the last parts of their conversation. He didn't normally enjoy going down to the bullpen early in the day (or late in the day, for that matter...). He usually just stayed up in his office, which was what he was doing now because of the abundance of other agents that seemed to hang around. Not to mention the fact that they occasionally hit on certain members of his team. Certain members that he had recently admitted his feelings for.

Certain members that were flipping the bird at other members on his team.

Hotch had to turn away and stare out his window to suppress his laughter. He glanced at his watch, noting that they had a debriefing coming up in about 5. Glancing back at the bullpen, he noted Emily looking slightly downcast. With a frown, he recalled Garcia's spiel, wondering if it had gotten to Emily more than she'd let on. Blinking quickly, Hotch realised that he felt badly for her. Hell, he felt sad. With that, Hotch realised suddenly that he was going to make it up to her. Somehow, he'd cheer her up.

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The first step was pairing him with her. Hotch walked down along the path, Emily at his side as the detective talked to them about Brooke Lombardini. They talked, trading ideas back and forth. It wasn't much. Actually, it was hardly anything. Which was why he was where he was as they rode back on the jet.

"Hey, you ok?" Emily turned away from the darkened window she had been staring out of, looking at her questioner.

"What? Yeah, why?" She looked up at him, thoughtfully.

"You seemed ... off. Not exactly your work, but... you,"

"Hotch, I'm fine. Really," She glanced away, back out the window.

"Emily, look at me," Hotch stared at the younger woman's face until she turned towards him. "You can talk to me. Really, I'm here,"

"It's nothing. Just... I never really had a chance for a real life. I'm an Ambassador's daughter, I joined the FBI and I've put work ahead of my life for the last what, 12 years? I can probably count on one hand how many dates I've had in that amount of time and I just... wish it wasn't like that." She sighed deeply, head slumping down.

"I felt the same after Hayley left." Emily's head raised up, meeting Hotch's eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's really heartless to be complaining about this when-"

"You're anything but heartless, Emily. It's fine," Hotch glanced out the window too, not wanting to avoid eye contact, but knowing that she felt nervous.

"Guess this job isn't conducive to relationships, hm?"

"It seems to be working for Garcia," Hotch muttered, grimly.

"Yeah, and look at what she had to go through to get Kevin. Do you really want to go through possible death just to have sex?" Emily's mouth twitched up slightly, and Hotch gave her a small smile in return.

"Depends on the sex."

Ah, fluffy. Basically I just needed to lighten the mood. Sorry this and the last were so short. They were basically just here to lighten the mood. Anyway, still looking for any song ideas and again, sorry for the chapter weirdness.

Song: Doo Doo Doo - Computer