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Chapter 3: We Really Shouldn't Be Drinking…
Wine gives courage and makes men more apt for passion.
-Unknown
Quantico VA, Present Day
Hotch was getting a feeling. He hadn't had this feeling in a while. It was uncomfortable. It was unfamiliar. He couldn't exactly gather what it was. But it was unsettling. But as the feeling went on, he started to realize what it was. He was starting to have feelings for Emily again, and after what happened the first time, he couldn't do it. Not again. He didn't want to hurt her.
"Derek," Hotch said as they got out of the SUV's at the Houston police department.
"Yeah, Hotch," Derek replied. Hotch motioned for JJ to lead the rest of the team in to the station.
"During this case, I'd like to put Emily with you when she's out in the field. I want to send her with JJ, too, but out in the field, when she's profiling, with you. I know I originally told Emily that I was going to stick with her, but I think it would be better if you did…more objective," He said regretting adding the objective part. He knew that it might be difficult, because he had just lost his partner. Elle Greenaway, a woman who had recently resigned under less than pleasant circumstances- including being accused of shooting a suspect cold blood- had been Derek's partner for a while.
"Sure," He said shrugging. Hotch was quite astonished. Derek wasn't usually one to 'hold back' from his feelings. He typically spoke his mind about things he disagreed with. He wasn't typically the yes or no type of guy. He had expected a question from him, like 'why am I more objective'? But instead, 'he got a sure'.
"Yes?" Hotch asked surprised.
"Yeah," He said shrugging again, "She seems nice enough, easy to get a long with, smart…it's fine," Derek nodded.
"Ok. Great. Thank you. I just want you to assess her profiling skills, and well, the things that come with being a team player," Hotch explained.
"Sure. Not a problem," Derek said with a grin, "She's cute, too," He added.
"Great. Focus on the profiling…not the…rest of her," Hotch advised.
"Ok, Hotch," Derek said laughing. He started in towards the police office, followed by Hotch. They met the rest of their team in the conference room of the station. There were stacks with files in it, a white board, bulletin board to pin up pictures and evidence, and a large map. There was also a pot of coffee brewing on the counter, in the corner of the room.
"Derek, you and I are going to head to the dumpsites. JJ, you and Emily go to the coroner's office. I want you to see what you can find as of similarities between the bodies. Reid, I want you to stay here and in contact with Garcia. Start building a geographic profile about ," Hotch delegated. Everyone agreed and they all went their separate ways.
"Ready?" JJ asked Emily. She nodded with a smile.
"Yeah. Let's go," She said, eyeing Hotch curiously. He shrugged, giving her the 'we'll talk later' look, and walked away.
"Alright then," JJ said with a sweet smile. They walked out together.
The ride was relatively quiet most of the way there.
"So what did you do before you got this job?" JJ asked, being the first of the two to ask a legitimate question besides 'wonder how the weather's gonna be'?
"I worked a nine to five desk job in the midwest field office," Emily explained.
"A…desk job?" JJ asked unsure.
"Yeah…why?" Emily asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"Oh, I was just wondering because…well are you going to be okay? Seeing the…bodies?" JJ asked nervously. She was young, probably in her late twenties. Though she was probably a good five or so years younger than Emily, as far as she knew, was more experienced with that sort of thing than Emily.
"Oh, yeah. No I'll be good," Emily said nodding.
"You sure? I thought it was sort of weird that this was the first thing Hotch wanted you to do with us," JJ explained honestly.
"Maybe he was just…" Emily began, but stopped herself. She had no right to be character analyzing Hotch, after everything that had happened. So she added instead, "Yeah…actually I really don't know," with a cute laugh.
JJ laughed too, "Some of the things Hotch does can be strange, but I trust him with my life," She shrugged, "But I'm sure you know that, too." Emily sort of cringed when she said that.
"Oh sorry. Was that not something…" JJ began, nervously.
"Oh, no no. Sorry. It was a shiver. It's getting cold," Emily lied, rolling up her window.
"Oh. Well you're right. It is…it looks like it's gonna rain. Ha. This area could use some rain. It's dry," JJ said, their conversation turning back into small talk.
"Yeah. Very," Emily murmured quietly. They sat in silence some more, and finally they arrived at the coroner's office.
They walked in together.
"Hi, I'm Agent Jareau, and this is Agent Prentiss. I believe you spoke to our supervisor, Agent Hotchner?" JJ introduced them to the coroner.
"Yes. I'm Dr. Carter. The bodies are over here," An old man, about sixty, said. He was short, and stalky, and was balding.
The man unzipped the bodies, revealing mutilated, cold, blue bodies of young women. The second Emily saw them, she thought she was going to be sick, but she wouldn't show it.
"You good?" JJ asked her quickly.
"Yeah," Emily lied.
"Ok," JJ said. As the coroner explained everything he had found, cause of death and things like that, Emily was zoned out, in another world, wondering what could possibly make someone do this.
"Emily?" JJ asked after a few minutes.
"Hmm?" Emily asked raising her eyebrows.
"What do you think?" JJ asked.
"About…?" Emily's voice trailed away, "Oh," she added, "Uhm, well there's some serious over kill here, so I think he must really have a problem with these women. They are all brunettes…maybe he has a problem with a brunettes… a wife, mother, sister…" Emily replied, her voice trailing away.
"Good. I agree," JJ nodded. After they had looked at the bodies some more, and talked with ME, they left.
Yet again, they sat in silence as they drove back to the station. It was a long drive, so it sucked.
"You're good," JJ commended her.
"With what?" Emily asked looking up from her lap, which she had been staring at for the past 20 minutes.
"Profiling," JJ said with a shrug, "And dealing with…all of this," She said, talking about the crimes and the violence.
"Thanks," Emily said, not knowing what else to say.
"How can you look at this without it getting to you? You came off a desk job and you don't even flinch," JJ murmured.
"I guess…maybe I compartmentalize better than most people," Emily said with a shrug. She didn't know what to say. She was lying anyways. It had affected her.
"Maybe…" JJ murmured and then it was quiet again. They sat in silence all the way back to the police station. It was now late in the evening, because the team had arrived in the afternoon. After they had debriefed, they went to the hotel.
"JJ," Hotch said with a smile handing her a room key.
"Thanks, Hotch," She said, taking it from him. She and Emily would be rooming together, it was obvious, they were the only two girls.
"Hotch, you're the boss, you can have a room to yourself," Reid offered quickly, knowing that would be the next thing to talk about.
"Woah, woah, woah, I did not agree to that!" Derek teased.
"You sure, guys?" Hotch smiled. He rarely smiled. This was good. He realized that it might have something to do with Emily being here, but he didn't know.
"Yeah, we're good," Derek nodded with a grin.
"Ok, well get some sleep. Long day tomorrow," Hotch advised, and each went to their respective rooms.
At about half past midnight, Emily realized that she wasn't getting to sleep any time soon. She was tired, but images of the dead bodies plagued her mind. All that could soothe her thoughts were thoughts of the nights she had spent with Hotch when they were younger, and even those thoughts caused her trouble, bringing her pain. Making sure JJ was sound asleep, he climbed out of the bed and tiptoed to grab a zip up sweatshirt and a room key. She slipped on some shoes and made her way out of the hotel room.
She sat at a stool at the hotel bar.
"Scotch?" The bartender guess when he saw her.
"How'd you know?" Emily said softly, smiling. It was one of those things you say when you don't really want an answer, but you say it anyways. The man just smiled and poured her a drink.
"Part of the job," He said shrugging, giving her the drink, "I'm going to go out back for a minute, if you want another and I'm not back, just give a little yell," He said nicely and walked through a pair of doors. She took a sip, letting the burn of the alcohol slid down her throat.
She went through about three drinks before a familiar face showed up.
"Hotch?" Emily asked surprised.
"Thought I'd find you here," He said.
"Why's that?" She asked.
"Because I sent you to the coroners office with JJ on your first case with us…and I'm sorry," Hotch said frowning.
"Did you not think I could do it? Did you not trust me?" Emily asked, clearly hurt.
"No. Emily that's not it at all…It was a selfish move on my part. I was… trying to distance myself from you," Hotch admitted.
"Distance yourself? Like what happened before…" Emily gave an upset laugh, "Is there something wrong with me? Do you have some problem with me? You seem to always be running from me," She murmured.
"No Emily…" Hotch said shaking his head sadly, "You're perfect. It's not you. It's me. I promise," Hotch said.
"And that's it? You don't want to talk about it anymore?" Emily asked.
"For now. When this case is over…"His voice trailed away.
"What?" Emily asked.
"We'll talk," He said with a shrug. The bartender walked over to them.
"Can I get you something?" He asked Hotch.
"No thanks," Hotch began, but Emily interrupted.
"He'll have same as me," Emily told him, and the bartender disappeared and reappeared with another glass of scotch for Hotch.
"Scotch?" Hotch asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Surprised?" Emily asked.
"Impressed," He said with a shrug, taking a sip, taking in the burn of the liquid. She sipped hers.
"We shouldn't be drinking," He said quietly.
"Bring back memories?" Emily scoffed, taking another sip.
Washington DC 1992
After dinner, Emily and Hotch put in a movie of Emily's choice, The Hunt for Red October. They had gone through a bottle of wine, and before the movie started, Emily got more for the both of them.
She sat on the long couch, and Hotch started towards the recliner.
"You can sit with me," Emily said, enticing him. She casually licked her lips and took a sip of her wine, "Please?" She asked. He sighed and agreed. She had a way with him. He would do anything for her, because at that moment, he realized, he had a desire for her that wouldn't go away. He wanted her.
"We shouldn't be drinking," He said quietly. She put her wine and his on the table, next to the couch.
"Why not?" She asked huskily.
"Because…things can happen," He said. He wanted them to happen, but they couldn't. They had gotten closer and closer, and now they were almost nose to nose.
"I know you want me as much as I want you," She whispered seductively.
"Emily…" He begged. He needed her to stay away because if she didn't, he didn't think he'd be able to resist.
"Shhh," She whispered, and then she did it. She kissed him. He didn't kiss back at first, but the spark that was set off was electrifying. He could stop the feelings that over whelmed them both. The kiss deepened passionately, Emily allowing his tongue entrance, as he explored every inch of her mouth. Without breaking their kiss, Hotch laid down on the couch, and Emily was on top, straddling him.
They had to break for breath, because they needed oxygen.
"Emily," He began again.
"Please…don't tell me you didn't like that…you didn't want that," She said.
"It was…amazing. I've always wanted to know what you're lips tasted like. What your kiss would feel like, but god Emily, this is wrong," He said, "And you know it."
"That doesn't mean it's bad. Sometimes you have to break the rules, to figure out what you want…what you need," Emily whispered. Then she kissed him again and pulled of his shirt. He slowly pulled of her shirt as well, and was faced with her beautiful body. Her breasts were covered by a small lacy black bra. Hotch was ready to pull that off, too, but he wanted to make this last, make it special.
"You're gorgeous, Emily," He murmured. He started trailing her body with kisses, from her neck down to her stomach. After unclipping her bra, and discarding it with the piles of their clothes strewn across the room, he slowly slid off her panties.
"Emily," He whispered.
"Hotch," She whispered back, kissing him.
"Are you sure?" He asked her.
"I've always been sure," She murmured. And they made love. It was real, and passionate, and for that time, they felt like nothing else in the world existed but the two of them.
When they both came back to earth from their ecstasy, they laid together on the couch, falling asleep hand in hand, Emily lying on his warm body.
"And you said…" She began, kissing him, "That we shouldn't drink," She whispered softly, closing her eyes. He chuckled.
He gently pulled a blanket over them and they both feel into a deep sleep