champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

eleven

the fact that this story almost has 3k reads on wattpad and 1k on ao3 at only eleven parts is absolutely insane. i love each and every one of you to the bottom of my tiny little heart. kisses and love to all, thank you😚🤍

i'm trying to write as much as possible to maybe do updates three times a week when i go back to school but no promises 😌

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: drinking, minimal swearing, NSFW mentions, 18+, slight degrading if you squint
word count: 3853

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Derek: "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." Anais Nin.

Emily sat back in her chair and sighed. Today was one of those days where she felt sluggish. She didn't want to do anything. She was having a bad day, well, morning.

She heard the doors to the bullpen open up and footsteps approaching. Usually, she could make out who it was that was walking, but today she couldn't. She opened one eye as he placed a croissant in front of her. She glanced up at who it was but just saw his grey suit as he walked away. "Good morning, Emily."

"Good morning, Hotch," Emily said and smiled at the gesture. He turned back around as his hand was on the railing.

"Emily, I hope you know, you can call me Aaron," Hotch said softly. Emily's jaw dropped slightly as he turned and went up the stairs and into his office. The raven-haired woman ran her tongue over her teeth and chuckled.

She grabbed the croissant that he got her. It was still warm. Meanwhile, Hotch looked over at her through the window and smiled. It made Emily happy that was all he wanted to do.

Reid and Morgan walked in laughing and pushing the other around. Emily looked back as they walked in. "Now why is it whenever you go get a little something from the bakery, you never let us know. I'd love an apple fritter from time to time."

"I'd like a blueberry muffin," Spencer said and set down his things. Emily rolled her eyes.

"I didn't stop at the bakery," Emily said and immediately regretted it the second she said it. Derek and Spencer both raised their eyebrows.

"Well, if you didn't, who did?" Derek asked and crossed his arms. Emily didn't say anything as she took a bit of the pastry. His eyes going up to Hotch's office. "Well, I'll be damned. Maybe if you tell Hotch you want a week off, he'll give it to us."

Emily rolled her eyes as she focused her attention on her files in front of her. Derek and Spencer both chuckling at her reaction.

"Bat your eyelashes. You and I can go take a trip down to Jamacia. I know a guy there who owns a resort," Derek said and sat at the edge of Emily's desk.

"I was thinking Italy. I've got a connection for a huge villa we could rent out," Emily said jokingly as she placed a hand on Derek's shoulder. The two laughed at the thought. It didn't take long for the two to slip into their usual work pace. Emily got a second of peace between her files when JJ walked in.

"We have a case," JJ said as Hotch walked out of his office. The three groaning as they got up and made their way to the conference room. Penelope was the last one to get there as they sat around waiting for JJ to present it. "We're heading to New Orleans. They need help with yet again another serial killer."

Emily sighed softly. She wasn't happy about going there again. JJ noticed and pursed her lips. The team debriefed and made their way to the airstrip. Emily was the first on the jet. She sat down and had Hotch sit down next to her. JJ and Morgan were sitting across from them. Emily leaned in close to Hotch. "Thanks for the treat, by the way. I'll gladly treat you to breakfast when we get back."