So sorry I only put 1 chapter up. My laptop crash and died and I'm pretty sure I performed a miracle to simply send the story to my desktop. Enjoy!
II
"Why don't you just admit it?" The first blonde asked with an exasperated look on her face. The conversation had begun over 10 minutes ago and the two had gotten absolutely nowhere.
"Because there's nothing to admit Pen." Emily huffed as her friends shared a look. Raising an eyebrow, JJ crossed her arms as if scolding Henry.
"Oh please," she rolled her eyes for emphasis. "We've all seen it. There's no point in hiding it anymore."
"You've all seen what you want to see." The brunette mimicked her friend's expression and waited for them to give up. Not likely.
"We don't want to see our boss and best friend making goo-goo eyes at one another but alas," Penelope sighed overdramatically. "It is there."
"You're all delusional. How many times do I have to say it?" Emily rose from her seat and went into the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine. "I. Do. Not. Have. Feelings. For. Hotch."
"Yea and I'm a soccer mom." JJ scoffed.
"And Morgan's ugly." Garcia added.
"And Reid's a player."
"And-"
"Alright, alright." Emily waved her hand, stopping the blondes before they continued.
"So you admit it?" JJ asked enthusiastically.
"No!"
"So you're still in denial?"
"No!"
"So you just don't want to tell us?"
"No!"
"Aha!" JJ clapped and Emily groaned.
"Don't you have a kid to go feed or something?" Emily mumbled under her breath.
"Will's got him." JJ waved a hand in dismissal and took a swing of wine.
"Why are you so adamant about hiding this Em?" Penelope topped up the glasses as she asked.
"Because there's nothing to hide!" she threw her hands into the air, almost knocking over the bottle.
"You're seriously going to tell us that you feel nothing for him?" Garcia looked incredulously in Emily's direction.
"Well, not nothing just not…that." She shrugged slightly before taking a small sip from her glass.
"All those times the two of you hung out with Jack were just…" JJ rolled her wrist, signaling for Emily to finish her sentence.
"For him." the blondes raised their eyebrows. "Jack, not Hotch."
"Right." Penelope snickered.
"Jack lost his mom. I'm just trying to-"
"Fill that void?" JJ answered.
"Yes. I mean no." Emily shook her head in confusion. "Can we just drop this please?"
"To be continued." Garcia whispered as each woman finished their glass. Hours later, the three hadn't move (except for the additional top up) and the time had flown past them. Glancing at the clock, JJ sprang to her feet and immediately regretted it. The room spun a little as she plopped back onto the couch.
"It's three in the morning. I think I should be heading home." Her words came out slightly slurred and she swayed when she stood causing the other two to giggle.
"I don't think so." Emily reached for her arm and hulled her back down. "Text Will. Tell him we've extended our girls night."
"Yay, a sleepover!" Garcia squealed like a child and launched herself into JJ's arms, nearly toppling the already dizzy blonde over. She then reached out and pulled Emily into the already clumsy hug with surprising force.
A noise rang through Emily's condo and woke the three women.
"Whatever that is," JJ croaked as she hugged a pillow to her face. "Shoot it."
"Phone." Garcia mumbled and yawned.
"Could be Will." Emily muttered, her face still hidden in the side of the couch.
"Shoot it anyway." JJ waved an arm and all three women sighed in relief as the obnoxiously loud ringing stopped. Seconds later, another ringtone sounded.
"Lord in Heaven, make it stop!" Garcia cried as she placed a hand to her throbbing head.
"Emily-y-y." JJ whined as she recognized whose phone it was this time.
"Fine." The brunette grumbled and shoved JJ's foot away as she rose. Wobbling, she made her way to the countertop where the intruder lay. Without checking the caller ID, Emily picked up and cried, "What?"
"Emily?" Hotch's voice said and the woman nearly jumped out of her skin.
"H-Hotch." She stuttered, caught off guard by the use of her first name.
"Are you alright?" he sounded concerned and Emily felt her stomach lurch. Knocking that up to her hangover, she replied.
"Of course."
"Have you heard from JJ today? I called her cell and she didn't-"
"Yea, she's here. Do you want me to get her for you?" By now the two blondes had awoken fully, eager to hear how to the dark-haired duo interacted.
"No, it's alright. Did I wake you?"
"No." she lied. She heard Hotch clear his throat before continuing in a much more commanding tone.
"We have a case. I presume Garcia is there also?"
"Mhm. We'll be there."
"Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?" Hotch had apparently guessed as to why the blondes had decided to spend the night at Emily's.
"We'll manage thanks. See you soon."
"Bye." As Emily hung up, she turned to stare awkwardly at her friends.
"Interesting." Garcia rubbed her chin in thought. "Very interesting."
"Shut up." Emily threw the closest object at her; an apple. "We have a case."
"Of course we do." JJ mumbled as she rose from the couch and stretched. "See you there."