a/n: Uhm so my favorite thing is when I open up my email and see STORY ALERTS and REVIEWS crowding up mah life. Thank you sooo much to all of you who did. Shout outs to: Speetsy, miaa29, EMT1215, Mixuhh, charlotteprentiss, and breannanix26. If I left you out I'm so sorry, and I do appreciate you, too! So here's the first chapter.
Also, if you read my story: Everyday (wish is a Jemily story and its adorable if i do say so myself) you will recognize a character reference: Adam Brody. It's ok if you haven't read the story. It's just something cool I added. R&R :)
Chapter 1: How Did You Find Me?
When the past calls, let it go to voicemail. It has nothing new to say.
-Unknown
Quantico, VA Present Day
Knock. Knock.
"Come in," a man's voice replied, as the two women, a young brunette, and an older blonde, stood outside the door. The older woman opened the door, leading the younger in.
The man who was sitting at the desk was on the phone, writing something down.
"One minute," He said, not looking up. The younger woman shifted nervously, while the older looked annoyed, as if she had somewhere better to be. She probably did, but she was needed here.
"Ma'am, what can I do for you?" The man asked, only slightly looking up. He had dark brown hair, and a serious, but handsome face.
"I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of your team. This, Agent Hotchner-" The older woman began, but was cut off by the younger woman.
"Hotchner?" She asked surprised.
"Yes, this is your unit chief, SSA Aaron Hotchner," The older woman said, curious as to why the young woman was so surprised. This older woman was Section Chief Erin Strauss. She was the higher authority above the man she was introducing to the woman. He was Agent Hotchner, the Unit Leader of the Behavioural Analysis Unit, which the young woman had just been transferred to.
"Emily?" Agent Hotchner said slowly, "Prentiss?"
"Yeah. Yes… Aaron…how have you been?" Emily asked slowly, biting her lip, colored with a light pink lip stain. She reached out her hand and he shook it.
"You two know each other?" Section Chief Strauss asked, intrigued by this.
Before Emily could answer, Hotchner cut in, "Briefly," He said. It was a lie.
"Oh. Alright, well, I have a meeting, I'll be off. Emily, sometime this evening I expect to being seeing you," Strauss asked, almost like a warning.
"Yes, ma'am. Of course," Emily nodded.
"Agent Hotchner," Strauss said as she was leaving.
"Ma'am," He replied. That was their good bye. When she was gone, Emily and Hotchner stared at each other for a few minutes in silence, not knowing what to say.
"Briefly?" Emily asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well…what did you want me to say? That we had…" He began, not knowing how to finish.
"Hooked up?" Emily reminded him, sarcastically.
"Yes. Would you have wanted her to know?" He asked.
"Well, obviously our relationship was more than…brief!" Emily said, irritated. There was more silence.
"What are you doing here Emily?" He asked.
"Looks like I was assigned to your team," Emily said shrugging.
"The BAU? Why'd you pick here?" He asked. She shrugged again.
"This isn't a whirl, you know. I'm good," Emily said seriously.
"How'd you find me?" He asked.
"Don't flatter yourself. I stopped looking for you a long time ago," She said coldly.
"When you meet the rest of the team…you can tell them we know each other, but the other part," He said, lowering his voice, "Should….Must be kept between us," He said.
"Deal," She said.
"That woman I was seeing, when we…" He began.
"Had sex," Emily said bluntly.
"Right. She's my wife now," He said, and suddenly, a beautiful young blonde woman burst into the room.
"Hotch, I've been on the phone for over an hour with the Houston PD. They need us as soon as possible. We're meeting now and-" The woman said looking down at her files, but then realized Emily was in there, "I'm so sorry," She said cringing.
"It's fine. We're done. Agent Prentiss, this is Agent Jennifer Jareau. This is Emily Prentiss, the newest addition to our team," Hotchner introduced them.
"JJ, if you'd like," Agent Jareau, or JJ, said with a smile. She had beautiful cobalt eyes, and dark red lipstick.
"JJ," Emily said with a smile,"Nice to meet you."
"You as well," JJ said and then turned to Hotch, "So a briefing?"
"Yes. JJ take Emily to the conference room, and begin the briefing. We can introduce her formally on the jet. Right now, Houston needs our attention," Hotchner delegated.
"Great, Hotch. Thanks," JJ said with a smile, "This way, Emily," JJ said sweetly.
"Great. Good to see you again," She said to Hotchner, and then with a smirk added, "Glad to see the nickname has stuck all these years, Hotch," She added, using that sarcastic, playful tone she had used to use. Hotch sighed as they left.
As JJ and Emily turned the corner of the cat walk, JJ asked, "Nickname?"
"I came up with that nickname…Hotch. He liked it because he always said that Hotchner was his father. And he was not him," Emily explained with a shrug.
"You two knew each other…?" JJ asked. Emily grimaced. She hated telling even small parts of this story.
"You don't have to tell me," JJ said quickly, "We did only just meet."
"It's ok. Nothing too personal," Emily lied, "My mother is an ambassador…and uhm, Hotch, back in the day, god it must be about 15 years now, he was 25," Emily thought back with a grin, "He used to be head of my mother's security…" Emily said with a shrug.
"So you saw him a lot?" JJ gathered.
"Yeah, I guess so," Emily said with a shrug. Another lie.
Flash Back
Washington DC 1992
It was about nine thirty at night, and there were still many guests at Emily's home, visiting and talking with her mother and father. They were all important people, other ambassadors and senators and this and that. A whole lot of people that Emily didn't give a fuck about.
A young man, about twenty two years old, three years older than Emily, walked up to her.
"Ms. Prentiss," He greeted with a smile.
"Emily," She replied, putting in a half ass effort smile.
"I'm Adam Brody," He said smiling.
"Good to meet you," Emily said. He was tall and handsome. He had dark brown eyes that were like chocolate.
"Listen I was wondering-" He began, but Emily saw Hotch walking upstairs towards the back of the house.
"Adam, I actually have to run, but I'd love to chat with you in a little bit," Emily said, putting her hand on his shoulder and walking by, distracted by Hotch.
"Yeah of course," Adam said awkwardly, knowing the conversation probably wouldn't happen.
"Emily," Her mother called to her. Emily rolled her eyes and the turned putting on the happy face. Who else was going to interrupt her?
"Yes mother?" She asked.
"Where are you going?" Her mother asked sternly.
"Just to get my sweater. It's getting chilly," Emily lied.
"Of course. Don't be too long," Her mother warned.
"Yes, mother," Emily said with a smile. She turned and cursed under her breath. Her mother sighed, and Emily took off up the stairs following Hotch. She entered her room, grabbed her sweater quickly, and walked to the end of the hallway, where Hotch was seated on the balcony. Emily took off her heels and climbed through the window, to the balcony.
"You couldn't go around?" He asked. She had climbed through a window, on to the roof, and then climbed onto the balcony, instead of going around the hall way.
"My mother would have seen me," She shrugged.
"What are you doing up here?" He asked.
"They're all fuckers down there," She said with a grin. He cracked a small smile, but was quiet. She scooted a little closer to him.
"How are you?" She asked him softly, using the seductive voice that she didn't mean to use, but that turned everybody on.
"I'm doing well. How are you?" He asked.
"Are we really going to do this?" Emily asked.
"Do what?" He asked looking closely at her.
"This small talk chit chat…when you and I both know, we could…we should be doing so much more," Emily said. She leaned in closely, going in for a kiss. It was short and quick, electrifying. He broke away.
"Hotch," She tried.
"Emily. We can't do this. We have to keep it professional," He said.
"You know-" She began.
"Yeah I do. I want it as much as you do. Probably more. But we can't. You're too young. I work for your mother. There's so much wrong with this and you know it," He said firmly. He rose to his feet abruptly and walked off the balcony, leaving Emily there alone.
"Emily," She heard her mother call.
"Fuck," Emily muttered and stood, and made her way back to the party, to the bunch of fuckers who were too concerned about the little things to care about the big ones. She hated them all.