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Criminal Minds
Yves, Your Cheatin' Cologne
Part 8
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Emily did not have the chance to talk to Hotch the rest of the night, even after they landed back at Quantico.
He was gone when she retrieved her go-bag and chatted with JJ and the rest of the team.
Back at the unit, Garcia was her usual chatty lecturing self, playing her little 'mom' card as Emily listened to her while the back of her mind, she wondered where Hotch had gone.
"Emily," Garcia glared at her. "Are you listening to me?"
Emily smiled, "Yes PG, all ears full on. Every word."
The bespectacled TA did not look convinced as she tried to analyzed her best friend's emotion but Emily caught her concerned look and held her hand up.
"Really, I'm fine. I'm just tired that's all, and all I wanted to do now is go home and get into my tub and soak till every part of me becomes pruned."
Garcia smiled indulgently, "In that case, shoo!" She pushed her out of the unit. "It's Friday, I'll see you on Monday morning, Emily love." She planted a heart-felt kiss on her cheek. "Stay safe. We love you very much."
"Aw...and I love you too, Penelope." Emily teared as she wrapped her arms around her and squeezed her tightly. "Thank you again, you crazy and insanely wonderful woman!"
Garcia teared at well before she laughed as both women separated and Garcia watched Emily left the unit. "Yes, I'm ever so Super. And incredibly amazing."
"Talking about yourself again, mamma?" Derek grinned as he stood with Reid, they were smiling.
Garcia jumped slightly as she turned around to face them, "What are you two standing around for?"
"Oh...we were waiting for JJ to wrap up her stuff in her office, and you." Reid explained.
Garcia perked up, "Are we still on at Bernie's?"
They nodded, "Need you ask?" Morgan chuckled.
"Don't be a smart ass, Derek, I've had a stressful week, and I could do with a destressor." She walked towards them.
"So could we, mamma." Morgan nodded, "It's one of those week for us too."
JJ came out of her office, purse in hand and turned to them and grinned, "Ready guys?"
They nodded, "You're the last one." Reid replied.
"Me? What about Emily? And Hotch?"
Morgan shook his head, "I think they've got some personal issues to take care of."
Garcia frowned, "Wait a minute, what have I been missing?"
JJ laughed, "Pen, don't you know about those two?"
Garcia shook her head, "No...not at all." Her eyes brightened, "Oh...you mean, Hotch and Emily?" The three nodded. Garcia's eyes became wide as saucers. "Holy Robin Hood and Maid Marian!" She exclaimed "Although Emily's not a maid but that's besides the point..." She shook her head excitedly as the group entered the elevator.
Morgan, JJ laughed while Reid frowned as he began, "Robin Hood's notorious for his being a robber, robbing the rich while Maid Marian who was a noble woman falls in love with a criminal was highly irregular..."
"Reid, Reid," Morgan stopped him. "It was fictional and all legendary."
JJ nodded, "Just enjoy the fictional characters for its romantic values, Spencer."
The young doctor nodded and was silent the rest of the ride down.
"Of course," JJ continued. "Hotch and Emily have not really come forward and admit it out loud."
"Why not?" Garcia frowned. "You're not talking about the frat rule?"
She nodded.
Garcia rolled her eyes, "It's bull shit. Who cares anymore about the frat rule? They're grown ups. They can handle themselves."
JJ looked at Morgan and Reid and shrugged, "She's right."
Morgan nodded, "My baby girl has a valid point."
"You know I do. I'm always right." She held her head up as they stepped off the elevator and headed towards their vehicles in the underground parking garage. "Okay, enough shop talk, I'm thirsty."
JJ laughed, "Hear, hear...me too! Let's head to Bernie's!"
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As she drove home alone, Emily thought to herself; she had a freaking awful week in New Jersey, being kidnapped by a psycho bitch of a Sheriff. Tied up and stuffed like a Thanks giving turkey and shoved in the back of the patrol car for goodness knows how long.
And to top it off, the love of her life, whom he had revealed to her that he known all along that his wife had been cheating on him! And that he had planned on moving out of the house. So, she offered her apartment which was rather big for one person, and...she paused.
"Is that it?" She muttered. "Did I offend Hotch by offering to share instead of asking him to move in with me?" She frowned. "That's it, I didn't give him any option." She tapped the steering wheel with the index finger before she let out a long sigh, "Talk to me, Hotch."
A few minutes later, she arrived at her apartment and sighed again as she trudged up to the door and let herself in.
Instantly she knew she not alone in her apartment .
Dropping her bags and pulling her gun out of her holster, she began to check the rooms one at a time.
"Hello?" She called out. "I'm a Federal agent! Come out with your hands out!"
A hand came out of her room! "Emily...it's me."
"Hotch? What're you doing here? How did you get in?"
He chuckled, "Lower your gun, Emily." He poked his head out and was smiling.
She nodded as she lowered her gun and sighed, "Hotch? What are you doing here? In my apartment? And my room?"
He came out, rolling his sleeves down his arms, "Running your bath." He walked up to her.
Confused, "I don't get it, what's going on exactly?"
He began to remove her weapon from her belt, and her badge and placed them on a table nearby, "You stink, Em," grinning, Hotch placed a quick peck on her lips. "And if I'm not wrong, which I'm seldom wrong, you have not wash in a while," he placed another kiss on the corner of her lips as he continued, "and are in need of a good clean up, right?" He indicated the direction to her room, which led to her bathroom. "Your tub awaits."
She gave him a dubious look and walked towards her room and peeked into her bathroom, "Oh my god! You didn't...what...that is the most romantic gesture you," She shook her head. "Anyone has ever done." She began to tear up as she stood in the middle of the room and stared at it.
Her beloved cream colored tub was filled with rose petals...real rose petals! In steaming water. She could detect a hint of rose-scented bath oil coming from it as well.
Her bath towels and night clothes were laid out by the counter.
She turned to him, "Thank you, Hotch." She swiped the tears from her face hurriedly.
He smiled at her as he took her shoulders, "Do you need a hand?"
She nodded her head, "I yes...and you can join me, if you want to."
He began to unbutton her shirt, "I've always wanted to do this to you, Agent Prentiss."
She grinned, "Oh yeah?" She began to unbutton Hotch's shirt as well.
A few minutes later...many minutes later; they took their time undressing each other and led each other into the tub, and with a washcloth, they slowly wash and scrub each other, intermixing with many kisses and gentle touches.
As they washed, they began to talk.
"Why did you leave me?" She asked him softly.
"I had to talk to Gideon. I needed to ask him about protocols."
She watched him as he soaped her shoulder gently, "You told him about us?"
He gave a look, "Emily, you know I wouldn't."
She smiled, "He figured..."
Hotch nodded.
"How long?"
"Would you believe, since we went to the conference?" He chuckled.
She laughed, "Oh no! That obvious!"
He nodded, "Yeah."
"What now? The frat rules?"
He shrugged, "We're adults, we can handle it."
She added, "As long as we're being discreet..."
"And we don't bring our personal lives into work."
She nodded, "Yeah," She looked thoughtfully, "Can we?"
He stared at her, "You don't think so?"
She shrugged, "I've never had a boyfriend I worked with before, and who's also my boss."
"Think of it as an added perk." He wriggled his brow for effect playfully.
She laughed, "I don't think I'll use that as an advantage, Hotch."
He nodded as they became quiet. "What're you thinking about?"
She tilted her head.
He recognized her look, it was her tell: she wanted to ask but she didn't want to pry into his personal life and she knew he valued his personal life.
He nudged her rib with his knee, "You can ask me anything, Em. Don't be afraid."
She nodded, and took a deep breath, "This is very new to me," she finally blew out that held in breath and said simply, "Haley."
He gave her a grim expression before he replied, "After we landed, I went to my..." he paused. "Well, it's not going to be my house anymore, I'm giving the house to Haley and Jack. Everything." He nodded to her. "The only thing I'm keeping is my clothes and a couple of personal stuff." She nodded. He continued, "I'm filing for divorce. As Jack is still very young, I think it's best he stays with her, although I'll get joint custody as well as I'll be paying child support."
She nodded again. "That sounds fair. Has the other...?"
"Haley has spoken to him." Hotch stiffen when he thought of chump, he couldn't bring himself to call him by his name yet, "He tried to deny his involvement."
Emily frowned, "Are you serious?"
Hotch nodded, "I know, he's a real piece." He held his hand up. "But she showed him the paper, and told him exactly where I worked."
She smiled, "Good for her. Wait, I can't believe I'm actually cheering for her." She shrugged. "Oh well, I like Haley, to be honest."
Hotch watched her, "Thank you, she does not deserve any harsh judgment, it's not for us to do so."
She shook her head, "We make mistakes, we're only humans...as the saying goes."
He nodded. "He will be held accountable though. He will take care of Haley and the baby, I'm going to make sure of it."
Emily smiled, "You're an excellent prosecutor, as I recall."
"I still have my license." He grinned.
"You're a wonderful man, Hotch." She leaned in for a kiss but he avoided her, she frowned.
He held his almost pruned hand up, "About that..."
"About what?"
"Aaron." He was soaping her breasts slowly...very slowly, she noticed.
"Mmm...I'm used to Hotch."
"Aaron is a jealous man." He leaned in and kissed her slowly, distracting her, and himself.
"Oh...yeah?" She laughed. "It's gonna be difficult...Hotch." She was responding to his demanding kisses with fervor.
"Aaron."
"What?"
"Right now, I'm Aaron, we're not at work, sweetheart."
Her smile widen, "Yeah, I love it when you call me Sweetheart."
He grinned, "Every time you call me Aaron, I'll call you Sweetheart." He leaned in for a long kiss.
"I like this deal."
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Much later that night, Hotch looked at Emily and said, "Just to be clear, we're not going to be room mates."
She frowned, "No? Why not?"
He shook his head, "I'm not moving into your guest room, I've seen it." He shook his head. "Mauve? That's not me."
She laughed, "Okay, you can redecorate or repaint it if you want to." She waved her hand, "You can even change the furniture."
He shook his head again, "You just don't get it, Emily. I'm not sleeping in there."
She frowned, "Then wha..."
He took her hand, "I've never had a room mate since college. My room mate days are in the past, Prentiss." He raised it and kissed it slowly. "I want more than that."
She watched his lips moved slowly, "More? More than, oh...this is..."She was having difficulty breathing as well as concentration, Hotch was making his moves slowly up her inner elbow where he knew it was sensitive, her breath caught when he licked and sucked it at the same time.
"Hotch...Aaron."
"Mmm...yes Sweetheart?" He looked up and watched her as her eyes became slits, her tongue tracing her lips. "Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head drowsily, "No...I like it..."
He grinned as he continued and soon worked up to her neck and nuzzled her lower ear lob. "Beautiful."
She wrapped her arms around him and turned her head as he met her mouth and received her kisses deeply.
When they separated later, she looked at him, "I love you, Aaron."
He smiled, "I love you, Sweetheart."
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The End
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