A/N Sorry that there was such a long wait. I will update tomorrow for sure! I will not be getting the evil thing called math homework for once, and that will leave me with time for updating. I never thought I would say this, but THANK YOU TESTS! Thank you to all who have followed this story, and to AllyDJ for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything you recognize.

Emily looked at Hotch for a second before a smirk formed on her face. "Remind me to kill Garcia tomorrow," she said in an amused voice.

Hotch crossed his arms and stuck his bottom lip out as if he was a pouting child. "What? Do I not kiss good?" he asked childishly. Emily looked down and lightly slapped his chest. "Was that a yes or a no?" Hotch asked her.

Emily sighed. "It wasn't an answer," she told him. "But if you must know, you can figure it out yourself."

"Why must you be so cruel Emily?" Hotch asked.

Emily's grin grew at the question. "Because I like playing with you," she answered. She wasn't quite sure if she should have said it, but there was no taking it back after it left her mouth. She put her head down and waited for Hotch's response.

"Well, that's not fair," Hotch said after thinking about what to say. He was a little shocked at what she said, but got over it quickly.

"And why's that?"

"Because I don't know what it feels like to play with you," Hotch said in a fake sad voice.

Emily couldn't help the laugh that came out. "Well, would you like to find out?" she asked. She mentally kicked herself when she realized what she had just asked. What are you thinking Prentiss? She quickly fell back in a hope of playing the drunk person. "What did I just ask?"

Hotch fell back beside Emily. "I don't know," he said. He wasn't sure if he should do anything, so he waited for Emily's response.

"Should I say sorry?" Emily asked, in hopes of him thinking she was under the influence.

Hotch wasn't fooled at all. He knew that Emily hadn't had much to drink, and when they went out to the bar, she could take a whole lot more than what she had had before starting to get a little drunk. He wasn't going to be fooled, no matter how much Emily tried. He pulled himself up, taking Emily with him. He placed a quick kiss on her lips before facing her again. "I don't see why you need to say sorry," he murmured.

Emily's eyes started to grow darker. "Well, I am sorry," she said in a low voice. "And I think you deserve to know that." She pushed Hotch into a laying position, and straddled his hips. She bent down kissed him. The kiss was filled with hunger and wanting. They both quickly gave into their urges, putting them both in their own, happy world.

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Garcia was in the kitchen getting some drinks for Morgan and Rossi. She had a grin on her face the moment she left the door, and it only grew after about twenty minutes had passed, and Hotch and Emily still hadn't emerged from the room. She laughed when Rossi questioned her on where they were. She took the drinks over to Rossi, just in time to see Emily emerge from the room, followed by Hotch.

…

Emily couldn't look at Hotch. "How long do you think Garcia was gone?" she asked. She needed to know that the blonde had left before anything had happened. She needed to know what she had to do to her.

Hotch sighed. "I hope for a while," he answered silently. He was sad that Emily wouldn't make eye contact with him. He blamed himself. How could he not know what Garcia was planning? He was profiler for a reason.

"You want to ask her?" Emily mumbled when she saw the blonde hurrying over to the two.

"I'd rather not. I-"

"Rather not what?" Garcia asked, cutting of Hotch.

Nothing!" Hotch and Emily shouted at the same time. There was no way that they were going to tell Garcia about any of what had happened. She could do whatever she wanted to, but she wasn't going to get anything.

"You two looked tired," Garcia said, holding back a laugh. The smile broke onto her though. She didn't have as much control as Hotch, and she wouldn't even try to get as much control. She was fine with being the open book on the team.

Emily's face turned red quickly. "Um… well, I didn't get much sleep last night," she said quickly. That just seemed to amuse Garcia more, and Emily's face was burning when she realized how the blonde could take that.

"And you, boss-man?"

"I always stay late at the office, and I am stressed out from work," Hotch said, just as quickly as Emily had.

Garcia just grinned and turned away. "Why don't you two go get some sleep then," she said, and walked the other way to talk with some other people in the room.

A/N There's one more chapter after this. I think I am going to make a sequel to this where Hotch and Emily get over there awkwardness and everything goes on from there. Your thoughts on that idea?