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This chapter is dedicated to: McNinja, NCIS-fan-cecy, Rolfy, and nataliebianca

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Hotch sat at his desk, toying lazily with the red box in his hands. The contents were his grandmothers. He never thought Haley would like it. It was never made for Haley. But Emily? It was definitely made for Emily. He quickly shoved it into his desk when someone opened his office door without knocking.

"David, is it really that hard to knock?" He asked, slightly frustrated.

"No." He shrugged.

"Is there something you need?"

"What was in the box?" Rossi asked with a smile. Hotch blushed.

"What box?"

"Don't play stupid with me. The little red box. What's in it?" Rossi asked.

"Rossi, if I wanted you to see, I would have shown it to you." Hotch said impatiently.

"Come on. If you don't let me see it-" Rossi said as he slowly approached Aaron's desk. Aaron lunged for his desk drawer, but it was too late. Rossi had already grabbed the box out of his desk drawer.

"For an old guy, you're pretty fast." Hotch sighed as Rossi opened the box. He cringed, and waited for Rossi to say something mockingly about it.

"Aaron." Rossi said quietly. He pulled the beautiful, antique engagement ring out of the box and held it in the light.

"Shut up." He said, becoming very flustered. He snatched the box out of Rossi's hand and put it back in the box.

"You're proposing?"

"I don't know." Hotch sighed. "I love her so much, but we've barely been together six months. Do you think that it's too soon?"

"I don't know Hotch. You two aren't exactly famed for waiting." Rossi chuckled, rubbing his hand over his stomach.

"Yes, mock me. That's what I need. Don't give me advice or anything." Hotch said sarcastically.

"Aaron, am I really the one to ask for marriage advice?" Dave asked him, and Hotch knew he was right.

"What should I do?" Hotch buried his head in his arms on his desk.

"Kid, I've got no idea." Rossi chuckled again.

"Don't call me kid, and do me a favour. Get out." Hotch said from under his arms. Dave laughed as he left the office. About five minutes after Rossi left, there was a knock on the door.

"Rossi, go away." Hotch yelled, but JJ opened the door.

"Not Rossi. Just me." JJ said with a small smile.

"Alright." Hotch said.

"Emily wanted me to tell you that she's going out for lunch with Reid and Morgan. We're invited, but I've got to look over some files." JJ explained.

"No, I'm going to stay here." Hotch said.

"Are you okay? You seem off." JJ said.

"Yeah, Rossi just kind of-" Hotch said and he paused.

"No worries. He does that to all of us." She laughed.

"Yeah." Hotch paused again, then thought of something. Maybe Dave was a crappy person to ask about a proposal. Maybe he needed a female's opinion. JJ was one of Emily's best friends, so she'd give good insight. He gritted his teeth then took the plunge. "Hey JJ?"

"Yeah Hotch?"

"Can I ask you something?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course." JJ nodded, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of Hotch's desk.

"Okay, well...I need your opinion on this." He said, and he handed JJ the little red box. She opened it, and her eyes widened.

"Oh my god Hotch. It's beautiful." She breathed.

"Is it too soon?" He asked.

"I don't know." She shook her head.

"Great." He sighed.

"Hotch; I can't give you too much advice. I'm not you." JJ said lightly.

"Okay, be Emily for a moment. Would she say yes?" He asked.

"Well, I don't know. This is probably the closest thing she's ever had to a real relationship." JJ thought out loud.

"What are you talking about? Prentiss has had other relationships." Hotch said.

"No Hotch. Prentiss has had one night stands and first dates." JJ explained. "Haven't you ever talked to her about her past relationships?"

"No, she won't talk about it."

"She hasn't got the best track record. Six months for Emily is like five years for a normal person."

"It's that bad?" He asked, surprised.

"Well, it's not terrible. I mean, she's not a big slut or anything like that. She just doesn't trust too well; she expects everything to go wrong and when it does, she fluffs it off." JJ explained. "You're the first man she ever told me she loved."

"Does that work in favour of a proposal?" He asked.

"Maybe. The down side is, she might think you're just doing it for the baby."

"But I'm not!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't say you were. It's just hard to judge."

"So in other words, you're not going to tell me what to do?" He asked, still hopeful that JJ'd change her mind and give him the answer.

"I can't do that Hotch. But if it's any consolation, it's a beautiful ring." JJ said, with a small smile.

"Thank you." He said quietly as she walked out of his office.

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"Hey Emily?" JJ asked her as the jet took off. They were headed for New York because there was a possible serial killer murdering aspiring actresses.

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever think about getting married?" She didn't plan on telling her about the ring, but she wanted to do Hotch a favour and see how she felt.

"Now?" Emily asked, thoroughly surprised.

"Yes, at this exact second." JJ laughed.

"Whatever." Emily laughed. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Do you want to get married ever?"

"Yeah, I do. Who would have thought that I'd be so domestic?" Emily giggled.

"So, how soon?" JJ asked.

"Until?"

"You'd want to get married. Say Hotch was to propose. What would you say?" JJ pressed. Emily raised her eyebrows at JJ.

"Do you know something I don't?" Emily wondered.

"No!" JJ said a bit too loudly. Emily leaned closer.

"What do you know?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering." Emily knew that she was lying, but she obviously didn't want Emily to know whatever she was hiding.

"Okay, well hypothetically, why does he want to marry me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Does he want to marry me because I'm having his babies?" Emily asked.

"Nope. Just because he loves you." JJ said. A smile grew on Emily's face.

"I don't know. I mean, he's the only guy I've ever loved. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. My life is so much better because he's in it." Emily said.

"Oh my god! You want to marry him!" JJ squealed.

"Please don't tell him!" Emily pleaded.

"Why? It's so cute!"

"I don't want it to be like I'm pressuring him into this. I don't want him to think we're getting too serious too fast." Emily explained.

"Right, because you're taking it nice and slowly. You're six weeks pregnant, but that's not too serious." JJ said sarcastically. Emily glared at her, but they shut up quickly when Reid came to sit with them.

"Hey ladies. What are we talking about?" He asked them.

"Marriage." Emily said.

"Oh? Is someone getting married?" He said, looking at Emily.

"Yes, did my big fat engagement ring give it away?" Emily laughed. Reid did too, and they were both surprised when JJ didn't laugh.

"What do you know?" Emily asked.

"Nothing!" JJ snapped.

"JJ-" Emily began.

"Would you get off my ass?" JJ said angrily, as she walked to another seat. Emily and Reid exchanged glances.

"Oh, she knows something." Reid smirked.

"Indeed." Emily laughed.

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"JJ, what were you hiding from Emily?" Spencer asked when they landed, and were going into the hotel lobby.

"Do you promise you won't tell her?" JJ asked.

"Of course."

"Hotch has a ring." JJ said excitedly.

"So what?" Reid said, and JJ rolled her eyes.

"An engagement ring Spence. He's going to propose to her!" JJ clapped her hands together when she said this.

"No way! That's great." He said.

"I know, just don't tell her okay?" She said.

"Your secret is safe with me." Reid said, and JJ walked off to her room. Reid was walking to his, when he was stopped by Morgan.

"Reid, do you have any idea why JJ was yelling at Emily to 'get off her ass' on the plane? Those two never fight. It's weird." Morgan said.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Reid thought out loud.

"Okay, now that you said that, you have to tell me." Morgan laughed.

"I don't know."

"You're going to end up telling me, so just do it now."

"Alright. But you can't tell Emily." Reid said.

"Okay...?"

"Hotch has an engagement ring. He's going to propose to Emily." Reid explained.

"Seriously? When?" Morgan asked, and Reid shrugged.

"If I find out, you'll be the first to know." Reid said. Him and Morgan both went their separate ways. Morgan found his room, and pulled out his phone before he sat on his bed.

"Miss me already sexy?" Garcia laughed when she answered her phone.

"You know it baby girl." Morgan laughed.

"I bet I know what you missed most about me." She said seductively into the phone.

"Whoa baby girl. Don't get me all excited without you here to follow through. Anyways, I have major gossip for your pretty ears."

"Ouuh. I loves me some gossip! Fire away sexy." Garcia giggled.

"Apparently Hotch has a ring, and he's planning on proposing to Emily."

"No way!" Garcia squealed. "Who told you?"

"Reid told me, JJ told him and Hotch told her." Morgan listed.

"You sound like a fifteen year old girl, with all that he said she said nonsense." Garcia laughed.

"You asked." He laughed.

"Well, I hate to interrupt our phone session hotness, but I'm needed elsewhere." Garcia said.

"Alright. Love you baby girl." He said.

"Love you too." She said, and she hung up the phone. Immediately she picked it up again and smashed the numbers to a familiar phone in.

"Hotchner."

"You've got a ring?!" She squealed into the phone.

"What?!"

"Oh boss man! You're proposing to Prentiss! That's so cute!" She yelled happily.

"Who told you that?" He asked, wondering how she knew already. He only told JJ and Rossi.

"Morgan told me." She said.

"Morgan? How did Morgan know?"

"Reid told him."

"Reid? Who told Reid?" Hotch wondered out loud.

"JJ." Garcia said.

"Uggh, I knew I shouldn't have told her!" He sighed.

"Relax captain. Emily will make a fantastic co-captain."

"Well, I hope your hopes aren't up because I'm not doing it for a while." He said stubbornly.

"Oh!" She said sadly. "Why?"

"Because...she might say no." He admitted sadly.

"Yeah right! Emily's head over heals in love with you." Garcia laughed.

"You think so?" His mood brightened drastically.

"Duh. Hotch man, you should really do this. You're perfect for each other!"

"Really?"

"You're the peanut butter to her jelly. You're the thunder to her lightning. You are the Beyonce to her Lady Gaga." Garcia listed.

"The what to her who?" Hotch laughed.

"Beyonce to her Lady Gaga. Watch the "Telephone" music video, you'll get it." She laughed.

"So should I really do this?" He asked.

"Yes! But not in New York. Do it somewhere special, like at the bar where you first called her a hooker. That'll be perfect."

"I think you're right." He said.

"Of course I am." She said happily.

"Alright then! As soon as we get back, I'm proposing to Emily Prentiss!"

A/N: TAAAHDAAAH! That's all for now, my beautiful readers! Please hit the review button! Abigail would be very pleased if you do this! :D PS, have any suggestions for upcoming chapters or anything you'd really like to see? Let me know! I'm always looking for input from my fantastic readers, who rock by the way :D