champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

ten

yours truly isn't feeling the greatest. i think i caught the stomach bug i had earlier this year again🙃

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happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: minimal cursing, mentions of drinking, cigarette smoking, mentions of violence
word count: 3657

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Hotch: "It's only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment." Charles Bukowski.

"Let me go in alone," Emily said and placed her hands on her hips.

"The boy's in the family room, and he'll answer the door."

"No," Strauss said and crossed her arms.

"We need to get invited in that door. He's looking for young female authority figures. That's me. If he lets me in, I can signal as soon as I see anything that gives us cause. If you want to fire me for going through with that, you be my guest. But I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and do nothing when there's a woman in that house who needs our help," Emily said and grabbed the gun Derek handed her.

Hotch looked over at Strauss. "Aaron Hotchner, control your agent."

"She's right," he said and reached into the car and got Emily an earpiece and a signal device. "I trust Agent Prentiss's abilities and her intuitions. We both know we need to make this arrest legal. Nobody knows that more than me. She's the only woman here that can be let in."

Strauss crossed her arms as Hotch handed her the earpiece. Emily tucking the gun behind her back.

"Give me the signal and get out of there. I don't want you in there for any more time than necessary," Hotch said, and Emily nodded as she walked off. Hotch observed her as she knocked on the door. It wasn't long until the little boy answered the door.

"Hi. Are you David?" Emily asked and crouched down to be eye level with the blonde boy. "I'm Emily. Your dad asked me to come by."

"He's busy," the boy said shyly.

"Would it be okay if I came in and waited?" Emily asked. David shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess so," he said as he stepped aside and let the woman in the house. Emily thanked him as he shut the door behind her. He locked the door with his keys before turning back to Emily. "My dad says it's unsafe to leave your door unlocked."

"Smart man," Emily said to herself. She glanced around the room, her heart rate picking up. "So, where is your dad?"

"He's working in there," David said and pointed at a door beside the staircase. Emily locked her eyes on it.

"Is he alone?" Emily asked. David didn't say anything and continued watching his television. He played with his fingers as Emily looked down at him. She backed up towards the door. "Would it be okay if I just go down there and let him know I'm waiting?"

"He doesn't let me go down there when he's working," David said softly.

"Oh, no, you don't have to. Um, I'm just going to go and see if he's too busy. And we both can be really quiet, okay? Can you be quiet?" Emily asked as she reached the door. David nodded as he watched the woman turn and reach behind her as she entered the room.

Emily burst through the door with her gun drawn. The woman who was tied up had her eyes widened. Emily turned and was caught off guard by a wooden plank hitting her on the head. She fell back, losing her gun as her head started spinning. She saw the little boy enter the room.