Prentiss

The team had decided that they wanted to go out for lunch this weekend, children and partners included. We were originally going to go yesterday, but then Garcia had to do something so we changed it to Sunday, today.

I walked into the restaurant beside Garcia. I had picked her up; her car was at the mechanics now. She was telling me all about the date she had the other night with a guy I had heard about only a few times. "I mean, he is like a god. He knows exactly what to say at the right time. By the end of the night, I was about ready to literally rip his clothes from his body. Oh, and his body."

I laughed as we reached the table, "Was there anything bad about him?" I waved to greet the team.

"No! He's perfect in every way," We sat down and I was directly across from Hotch, "But who are you seeing at the moment?" She asked.

I fought the urge to glance at Hotch. I kept my eyes on her and shook my head, "No one."

"You are. Who is he, what is he like? Is he a dick? Is he perfect?"

"Who is he? He is a member of the male species. What is he like? He's…him…"

"Is he nice?"

I laughed to myself, "Well, that really depends on who you ask or who he's talking to, but if you're asking if he's nice to me, then yes, he is."

"Is he perfect?"

"I do not feel comfortable answering that question at this time. Let's change the subject."

"No, I'm intrigued," JJ spoke, "What does he do for a living?"

"Something very important."

"More important than us?"

"I don't know; I don't even know him that well," I lied, "We just hooked up a few times." That wasn't a lie.

"Is he hot?" Rossi asked, smirking at me. I saw Hotch glare at him out the corner of my eye.

I tried to hold my laugh and smile back, "I'd say so," I nodded, "And can we please change the subject now?"

JJ rolled her eyes, "Fine." She changed the subject by asking Morgan something. He replied with a laugh and that conversation picked up. We looked at menus and ordered after a short while.

I looked at my phone after it buzzed on the table, face down. I lifted it up and looked at the text from Hotch, "I don't know whether to be offended by your "I'd say so" or not."

I laughed to myself but it was louder than I intended and the whole table heard. I looked up when I felt the nine sets of eyes on me, "Sorry, just a funny text…" Henry and Jack both stopped paying attention to us again almost immediately.

"From your boyfriend?" Reid asked curiously.

"He's not my boyfriend," I rolled my eyes, "But yeah…from him."

"Have you even gone a date with this guy?" Morgan asked me.

"…No…" I looked down to the table in front of me.

"Why not?"

"…He hasn't asked." This was the most awkward thing I've had to do in a long time. Hotch was sitting across from me and I was talking about him right in front of him.

"So you're a booty call?"

"There are children here, Morgan." I raised my eyebrows. Henry and Jack weren't listening, but even if they were, they probably wouldn't understand what a booty call was. Well, Henry wouldn't. I couldn't say the same for Jack.

"You're a booty call," He nodded.

"No," Garcia frowned, "You're not that kind of girl. You're the "take me on a date and make me know you love me before I let you make love to me" kind of girl."

"How did we get back to this topic again?"

"You received a text." Hotch reminded, trying to act casual as he said it.

"Pen, have you ever met Emily?" JJ raised her eyebrows at her, "She is the female equivalent to Morgan when she wants to be."

"Hey!" My lips were parted as I looked at her, speaking in an offended tone.

"Wow, why were you so offended by that?" Morgan raised his eyebrows at me.

"Because I'm not a slut." I looked at him.

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"Well, yes," I nodded, "But it's double standards. You could sleep with twenty different girls in a fortnight and you'd be labelled a freaking legend by any other guy because you're a male, but I sleep with three different guys within the same timeframe and I'm labelled a slut. Double standards."

"So you're just going to be a booty call for the same guy so that you won't be labelled a slut?"

"I'm not a booty call!"

"Are you sure?" Will asked.

"…Yes." I wasn't sure at all, and my voice made that very clear.

"Yeah, that was believable." He said sarcastically.

"It doesn't matter and it doesn't concern any of you," I shook my head. Our orders were brought out and placed in front of us.

"So is he good in bed?" Garcia asked as we started eating.

"Oh my god," I looked at her, "Please stop."

"So he is, huh?" She smirked and raised her eyebrows as she nodded. I saw Rossi shift in his seat slightly and when I glanced at him, he tried to keep his laugh back. Hotch was glaring at him again.

"I'm just going to ignore you now." I looked down at the plate in front of me. I wasn't exactly hungry right now, so I ate slowly and I didn't end up finishing it.


I was lying with my legs up on my couch. I was wearing a loose shirt and underwear, reading a book Reid at leant me. He thought I'd really like it and I had my doubts, but it was actually really good. Our lunch yesterday had gone okay after we stopped talking about Hotch, although they had no idea that they were talking about him, and work today was slow. Hotch hadn't acted any different to how he normally did today, so at least he wasn't bothered by yesterday's conversations. He had asked if I was busy tonight and when I said no, all he said was "okay". He said he'd text me this evening sometime but it had been a half hour since I got home; it was 5:30, and I had no calls or texts.

Coincidently, as I thought about it, my phone buzzed on the table. I placed the bookmark in to save the page and closed the book over. I pushed Sergio off my legs and put the book on the table. I grabbed my phone from beside it and opened Hotch's text.

"Check your front door."

I read the few words twice before my eyebrows furrowed. Why should I be checking my front door? Was he there and I hadn't heard him knock? I smiled to myself, thinking about that, and I stood up. I walked, almost ran, to the door and unhooked the chain and turned the locks. I opened it with a small smile but it dropped when I didn't see Hotch there. I looked down and saw a large red bag at the door. I smiled again and lifted it up. I walked back inside, turned the locks and slid the chain back on. I walked back to the living room and sat down, crossing my legs underneath me. I was bouncy, excited.

I opened the bag and took the box out that was on the top. It was a decent sized box of Hershey's Kisses, my favourite chocolates. I put the box on the table before looking back in the bag. I folded piece of paper sat at the top now. I took it out and read the short note.

"Put these on and be ready by 7. Hope you're hungry."

I pulled out a smaller black and pink bag that was inside the red one. A very pretty and extremely sexy two piece set of lingerie was inside the small bag. I smirked to myself and bit my lip. A small, excited laugh left me and sounded so girly that I had to stop for a second and think about what I just did. I shook my head, my lips stuck in the smirk and I pulled out the next piece of clothing. It was a tight, dark burgundy fancy dress. It was beautiful; I loved it. I'd have to ask who helping him shop for these things because I doubted he would have gone into a lingerie store alone or chosen all the right things to buy. It was all so beautiful. I looked at the black clutch in the bag and the black shoes. The platform heels were open-toed and had cut outs through them. I loved them as well. JJ and Garcia would too.

I looked at the clock on the wall. I had an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready. I got up and put the chocolates in the kitchen and then put all the clothes back in the bag. I took my phone with me and ran upstairs. Sergio followed behind me closely and I left the door open so he could catch up and come in. I put the bag down on top of the dresser and got my phone out. I took a photo of the note and sent it to JJ and Garcia. I was too excited not to tell them; I needed to say something.

I put my phone down, grabbed my bathrobe and ran to the bathroom. I had a shower, washed my hair and shaved my legs for the second time today. I got out; blow dried my hair and styled it nicely with curls. I went back to my room and did my makeup with simple contour and winged eyeliner. I put dark burgundy lipstick on and I had about ten minutes before it was seven. I took my bathrobe off and bit my lip again as I looked at the lingerie. I let out a breath and shook my head to try and rid the anxiety that grew inside of me. He wouldn't have bought the lingerie if he didn't want you wearing it. He said to wear it.

I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I picked my phone up and took a photo of the lingerie, just in case I needed it for future uses. I smiled to myself and walked back to the dresser. I took the dress out of the bag and put it on over the lingerie. There was no hint that I was wearing anything that highly revealing or inappropriate underneath it. He definitely had a female to help him out when he shopped for these.

I put the heels on and pulled the zips up at the back of my heel. I wouldn't be able to bring a gun with me and that didn't make me feel very easy, but when I thought of Hotch being with me, I could relax. He was like my own personal definition of safety.

I looked at myself in the mirror with the completed outfit. I smiled again, "You're smoking." I joked to myself. I made a small squeal noise and I hated myself for it. Why was I so girlish today?

I slipped my lipstick into the new clutch and checked my phone. I had three texts from Garcia and five from JJ.

Garcia's read:

"No way! That's adorable."

"What are you putting on? WHAT ARE YOU PUTTING ON?"

"Come in early tomorrow and tell me everything. Start to finish. Take a photo of your outfit for me and have fun."

JJ's read:

"Oh my god! That is so freaking romantic."

"Were you lying or is this really your first date?"

"Emily, answer me. I need answers!"

"Have fun and tell me everything. I know you texted Pen too, so come in early tomorrow and tell us everything."

"I need to see the outfit, by the way. This is for important reasons. I also need you to show Will all of this so he knows to do the same."

I laughed to myself and texted the both of them back. "I'll take a photo. About to leave; sorry, I was getting ready. I'll be there a half hour early."

I picked up the simple black choker on my dresser and clipped it around my neck. I replaced my silver, small earrings with fancy black ones. I looked in the mirror and took a photo on my phone, my shoes and clutch included. I wouldn't send it now; I'd show them tomorrow.

I walked downstairs and slipped my phone into the clutch on the way down and I fed Sergio quickly. I put my keys into the clutch and took some cash and my card from my usual floral wallet and put them into the clutch too. I heard a knock on the door and smiled to myself in the mirror. I was extremely excited for this, it was ridiculous. I walked to the door quickly and tried to slow myself down. If he could hear the heels click, he'd know just how eager I was.

I turned the locks and unlatched the chain. I opened the door and smiled at him. His suit was very nice and he wore a dark burgundy tie that matched my dress. "Hi." I greeted. He held a small bunch of red roses to me. My smile grew, "Thank you." I took them and walked back inside towards the kitchen, motioning for him to follow me. I smelt them as I made my way down the small hall and they smelt amazing.

He smiled and looked me up and down when I turned after filling a vase and putting the roses in, "When I bought it all in the store, I did not expect it to look this good."

I bit my lip and looked down, "Thanks."

"You're nervous." He smiled.

"I am," I nodded, "I almost believed Morgan and Will…"

"You're too good just to use as a booty call," He shook his head, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." I nodded. I turned the light out before walking out after him and closing the door behind me. I locked it and dropped my key back in the clutch before following Hotch down the hall and downstairs to the ground floor of the apartment building. He opened the passenger door for me and I stepped into his car.


"This is really nice, Aaron. You didn't need to do all of this. You could have just ordered a pizza if it's what you preferred." I said as we sat down at the high end restaurant. The lights were a dulled, romantic shade and there was quiet, classical music on. There were flowers on the table already beside an ice bucket with a glass of expensive wine in it.

"You wanted a date. Pizza isn't a date."

"And when did I express my concerns to you on whether we would go on a date or not?"

"Yesterday at lunch." He titled his head as he smiled at me.

I closed my eyes, "Boy, was that awkward."

"Especially with Dave there." He agreed and we both laughed.

"And the questions they were asking were not appropriate at all. I was so nervous, having to answer all of that in front of you."

He laughed again, ""Is he good in bed?" Who asks that?"

"Garcia does." I laughed with him. I swiftly changed the subject away from the team; they weren't exactly the best thing to talk about while we were on our date. Besides, when I was with Hotch and I thought about them, I felt guilty. I hated lying to them, but I also liked my job and I knew Hotch liked his. The job would almost always win, as long as what I was keeping from them wasn't anything threatening to them.

We reminisced and we joked and laughed and talked all night. It was really fun and I had only ever seen him smile so much when he was with Jack. After we ate and talked for a while longer, he took me to another place a few blocks away. It was like a fancy bar. We had a few drinks, him less than me because he was driving, and we danced a lot.

It was around midnight when we drove back to my place. He locked his car and followed me inside, his hand in mine. I unlocked the front door and we walked in. He locked it behind him, how he knew I always had it, and looked at me when he turned around. I smiled as he approached me slowly and he ran his hand up my arm. It sent shivers down my spine; the good shivers. The ones that asked you, "Wow, is this really happening right now?" and you had to think about it a few times in your head to make sure it was real. His hand brushed against my cheek a second before his lips met mine. I felt my whole body relax as he kissed me a few more times.

"Upstairs." He said before kissing me once more and gently pushing me backwards.

I giggled. I actually giggled. And I ran upstairs with him behind me. I dropped my clutch on the dresser as I got to the bedroom and I looked at him when he came in.

"I'm closing the door because I don't want Sergio to come in." He said as he loosed his tie.

"I still can't believe that you, Aaron Hotchner, are scared of my cat." I laughed.

"Shut up." He said quietly as he walked to me. His lips crashed against mine again and I lay backwards on the bed.