Right this is the next chapter and this one's after "The Performer". Ok so I promised a few happy chapters before "100" so this is another happy chapter... well it's not happy, more of a funny chapter really, as it's now time for Hotch to meet the Ambassador!
It's November 2009, Emily is 39 and Hotch is 44 (I didn't do a birthday chapter for him because I didn't do one for Emily so I wanted to make it fair.)
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If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion. – Ashleigh Brilliant
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The team were still joking and laughing about Reid's lack of pop culture knowledge, and the fact that Hotch's taste in music was the same as a serial killer's when Emily's phone began to wring loudly.
"The Jaw's theme tune is your ring tone?" Rossi asked in amusement when he heard the familiar tone begin to play inside Emily's pocket.
"Only if it's this person who's wringing me." Emily sighed before taking her phone out of her pocket and answering it. "Hello Mother." She sighed into the mouth piece.
Upon hearing this, the team could hardly contain themselves as they pinched their noses and covered their mouths to contain their laughter at the theme tune Emily had picked for her mother, not to mention the extremely angry look on Emily's face.
Emily's side of the conversation... which consisted of her saying "yes mother" and "no mother"... didn't do much to stop their laughter, especially due to the faces Emily pulled each time she spoke.
It wasn't for another ten minutes, until Emily finally hung up the phone that the team burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter earning each of them a glare.
"You do realise that someone with a concussion shouldn't be holding in so much laughter." JJ finally managed to tell her once her laughter had calmed down.
"You do realise that it's even worse to piss off a woman who's just had a conversation with my mother." Emily shot back, still obviously angry.
"Now Em, calm down it can't be that bad." Hotch told her in amusement.
"You're right sweetheart, it's not." Emily replied in a sickly sweet voice. "Because when I go to the embassy on Sunday for dinner with her to welcome her back to the country, I'm going to be introducing her to my boyfriend... I wonder will she approve." She told him, her lips slowly curling into an evil smile at the look of horror on Hotch's face.
"Aw, man you've been owned." Morgan laughed as he too seen the look on Hotch's face.
"But... but Emily you can't..." Hotch started, but he stopped trying to think of an actual reason not to meet Emily's mother. "I have to work." He tried lamely.
"Nope, that won't work, you've been going out with me for over a year now, and we've lived together for a month, most people would have met their girlfriends mothers several times by now, you're just lucky she's been in Japan for a year." Emily replied, resisting the urge to laugh at the look on Hotch's face.
"But I have met her! I worked for her remember!" Hotch exclaimed, hoping this would get him out of the meeting.
"Aaron, you worked for her for a few weeks when you were twenty six, and I was twenty... that's really not the same as meeting her now, we weren't even a couple then." She replied with a smirk.
"But she still knows me." Hotch said, hoping in vain that if he pleaded enough Emily wouldn't make him go.
"Aaron, you're coming with me to the embassy if I have to tie you up and drag you there myself." Emily informed him, not looking the least bit sorry for him... she'd had to put up with thirty nine years of her mother, he could manage one day.
Hotch was about to reply to this when he seen the head shakes from the rest of the team, each of them silently advising him to go along with it unless he wanted to be sleeping on the couch for the rest of his life.
"Fine then, I'll go, just don't expect me to be happy about it." Hotch finally agreed, shooting Emily a half hearted glare as he spoke.
"I knew you'd agree eventually." Emily replied happily, with a smug grin on her face.
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Two days later Hotch fidgeted awkwardly with the cufflinks he was wearing on his black tux, with nothing around his neck for a change, instead leaving the two top buttons of his crisp white shirt open, as he stood outside the doors of the embassy, waiting for them to open, his arm linked through Emily's.
He looked over at Emily briefly and had to admit, that even he would be willing to go to dinner with Emily's mother more often if Emily dressed like the way she was now, every time they went... not that she didn't look beautiful all the time anyway, but tonight she was exceptional!
She was currently wearing a mid thigh, sequenced ruby red dress, which draped down at the back, to just above her ass. Her shoes were the same ruby red colour, also with sequence, and her hair was up in a bun at the back with lose curls falling around her face.
"You look stunning you know." Hotch whispered to her quietly as they stood and waited.
"What are you saying I normally look horrible?" Emily teased.
"No, you always look beautiful; you just look stunning as well tonight... I think it's my second favourite look on you." He told her, letting lose a dimple that made her blush.
"You sure know the way to a girl's heart." Emily told him happily. "And what do you mean this is your second favourite look?" She added in amusement.
"Well my favourite is the 'just out of bed' look, when your hair is messy and your eyes still aren't opened fully, and you come stumbling into the kitchen wearing one of my shirts or your penguin pyjamas, and your face scrunches up when you ask the time and yawn." He informed her lovingly.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Emily sighed happily as she leant against Hotch's shoulder.
Hotch was about to reply that it was him that was truly lucky when the doors of the embassy swung open suddenly, causing Emily's head to jolt of his shoulder in shock.
"Emily!" Ambassador Prentiss called the second she saw her daughter, immediately pulling her into a warm hug and completely ignoring Hotch, who instead stood on the doorstep feeling out of place.
"Hello mother." Emily replied stiffly once her mother pulled away. "Um, you know Aaron Hotchner don't you." She added, introducing Hotch to her mother as soon as they stepped into the embassy.
"Ah yes Agent Hotchner, I believe you worked security for me a number of years ago." She said, giving Hotch the once over before beginning to walk towards the dining room. "How's your wife?" She asked as she walked over to her seat sat down.
"Uh... we're divorced actually." Hotch replied awkwardly, not knowing what else to say other than the truth, as he sat down beside Emily.
"Oh." The ambassador replied as she unfolded her napkin. "Oh!" She said again as she pieced together the fact that her daughter hadn't brought Hotch to dinner because he was her boss. "Emily, you never told me you were going out with a divorcee, who's also your boss."
"Mother!" Emily exclaimed, shocked at how her mother had said that with such coldness to her voice.
"I'm just saying darling, you could easily settle down with a nice lawyer or business man, who doesn't carry as much... baggage." Her mother replied, completely ignoring the fact that Hotch was in the room.
"I know I could." Emily replied calmly. "But I love this man, baggage and all, and I wouldn't swap him in for all the rich business men in the world." She added, squeezing Hotch's hand under the table.
"Well if you're sure." Elizabeth said calmly as she picked up her fork and knife to eat.
"I am." Emily replied simply, mimicking her mother's moves and picking up her for and knife at the same time as Hotch picked up his.
The meal passed in silence for a while, no one really knowing what was a safe topic of discussion to begin when Emily and her mother agreed on so little. Finally it was the ambassador who broke the silence.
"So when are you getting married?" She asked casually, not even looking up from the piece of meat she was cutting.
"Mother!" Emily exclaimed again as Hotch choked on the drink he'd been taking, almost spraying it across the white linen table cloth that been laid out.
"What? Am I asking the wrong question? Have you not talked about this? How long have you been going out anyway?" Elizabeth asked all at once.
"We have talked about it, and we've been going out for over a year, and we've lived together for over a month, but it's not something we're going to discuss." Emily told he mother with a dramatic sigh.
"Why? Do you not plan on making an honest woman of my daughter Agent Hotchner?" She asked again, this time directing her question at Hotch.
"Oh my god!" Emily groaned into her hands, as her mother spoke, causing Hotch to smile.
"I do plan on making an honest woman of her, we're just not ready for that yet... but we will be one day." Hotch told her honestly... well leaving out the reason they weren't ready, deciding not to scare his future mother in law by telling her that there was a homicidal maniac after him and his family.
"Good... I'm glad to hear." The ambassador replied with a smile.
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"I'm so, so sorry." Emily sighed, two hours later when they were finally home again, as she lay on the edge of the bed.
"Don't be... it wasn't that bad." Hotch replied with a smile as he began to undress.
"Honey, once she finished quizzing you on our 'wedding', she started asking how many kids we were going to have... then she started on a politics rant! So don't lie to me, I know how bad it was." Emily told him, as she kicked of her killer heels.
"Ok, it was pretty bad... but at least I've met her properly now." He told her as he pulled an old SWAT t-shirt over his head.
"I know, but I just want to forget about that dinner... for good." Emily groaned, wishing her mother could be more normal.
"Well I've got one way that would help you forget." Hotch told her as he moved closer. "Though it would involve you taking of that dress."
"Oh, but this dress is just so pretty on me." Emily complained teasingly.
She was going to say something else, but all thoughts of speaking left her mind when Hotch leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
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There we go! Ok I hope you like this chapter because the next one's "100" and the one after that is "Slave of Duty" so not much fun for a while! Tell me what you thought.