They all smile and there are some cheers and wooing jokes made at his expense, while Emily just smiles to him. Part of her knows this is for her and she immediately feels more secure in this experience. JJ Places her arm around Emily's shoulder as they all head towards the elevator.

Everyone is laughing and making jokes around the round booth they sat in at the bar, Hotch takes a moment to evaluate his team. They all are in their subconversations, smiling and poking fun at each other. They are each on a scale from tipsy to flat out drunk, except for Reid who was seemingly having just as much fun sober. These were moments that made him feel like he was good at his job. Not only saving lives but establishing a family. He was grateful. He had only had two beers and planned to keep it that way, not wanting to be unprofessional in such a strange setting for him anyways. Emily had only had two mixed drinks- vodka cranberries to be specific- but mixed with the pain medication she was almost sloppily drunk. Reid exits gracefully ready to go to sleep, not far followed behind Rossi and JJ. Garcia and Morgan are laughing and flirting the way they so often do and Emily stumbles upwards with her bag. "Alright guys, you don't have too much fun. Or do! But make sure you tape it!" she says sloppily, winking at them in the process. Hotch stands and steadies her, startling her for a moment. "I am going to take Prentis home and then get some sleep as well. Have a good night- and remember I plan on you being at work in the morning on time." He smiles at Morgan and Garcia before walking out, supporting Emily more than she was supporting her own weight. "Did you take your pain medication recently?" He asks disapprovingly yet softly. "Yeah, on the way to the bar. Figured I'd get some more BANG for my BUCK!" Emily laughs drunkenly. His heart aches knowing that this isn't the sight of an agent blowing off steam, but a hurting woman desperately seeking relief from her pain.

"Alright, I am going to bring you home Emily." Hotch states as helping buckle her into the passenger seat of his SUV. She would be burning with embarrassment if she remembers this tomorrow, though something tells Hotch she won't. "I don't want to go home." She relays almost sheepishly, a quick turn from the boisterous drunk she had been a minute ago. He can see her eyes turn cloudy and the façade of a feel-good intoxication turn to an outpouring of emotion. "Why not Emily?" He asks softly, car still in park. He doesn't feel good asking her for information he knows she would never share sober, but he wants to help her and she had her guard down enough for that to happen with the substances in her bloodstream. "I- I cant sleep there. My bed turns into his. I don't want to go back." She states, surely slipping into a memory she does not want to relive. Hotch puts a hand on her shoulder to ground her, her eyes snap up to meet his. "You don't have to. Not tonight. Plus, I'd like to make sure you are still breathing with the liquor and opiates in your system." He justifies to himself more than her. "We can stay at my place tonight, is that okay?" She nods yes gratefully and they head to his house only a few blocks away.

By the time they pull up to the home, Prentis is asleep in the passenger seat. He glances over her for a moment. He is sure she hasn't slept more than a few hours since they returned from the compound. His heart aches at the thought of waking her but she would sleep so much better in a real bed. He gently shakes her shoulder, "Prentis, we're here." Her eyes snap open violently, but the fear dissipates within a moment as she is still so greatly intoxicated. He opens her door and helps her up the stair to his door. Emily laughs as they enter and drunkenly says "Wow, your apartment is so fancy! This is not how I imagined my first sleepover at your house" as she giggles. Hotch's heart skipped a beat at that drunken admission- had she thought about spending the night with him? Being with him? He hoped that this was more than a drunken statement as he showed her to his room. "You can have my bed tonight, I will take the couch. Here is a T-Shirt and sweats, I hope they fit okay." Hotch says as he hands her an outfit she wishes she had seen him in. Hotch without a suit was such an enthralling thought for her, maybe it was her foggy brain but it excited her to be in his clothes. She begins to strip down to redress and Hotch's cheeks burn read, he turns towards the door and mutters "I'll give you some privacy" before he walks to the living room. The thought of her shirtless stained his mind. There were ugly bite marks and bruises which tore him apart, but beneath that lied perfection. Her beautiful skin, her black lace bra. His mind flashed to what lies underneath it before he stopped himself. This isn't appropriate, she is your subordinate, she is your friend, and she is hurting. Still, a piece of him ached to see all of her. About ten minutes pass and he hasn't heard from her, a twinge of fear pulls him off of the couch. He lightly knocks, asking her if she is okay. No answer. He asks one more time before stating he is coming in. He opens the door to find her peacefully asleep in his bed, cuddling his pillow like a child. She swims in his clothes which makes him chuckle, and he is glad to see her face overtaken with some peace. He hopes it stays like this for the night. He throws away his urge to stroker her hair out of her face and walks back to the couch, leaving the door open in case she needs him in the night.