champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

fourteen

sadly this will be the last update for daily updates. i start school again tomorrow and i'm so not happy about it 🙄

but i hope you guys enjoyed them. and more kisses as this book is about to hit 4k reads on wattpad and is now over 1k on ao3. kisses and love to all.

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: drinking, minimal swearing
word count: 3794

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Emily: "The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space." Marilyn Monroe.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving," Derek said and sighed.

"I've been craving some Italian food," Spencer said. Derek looked over at him and pointed his finger.

"Now that, pretty boy, is a great idea," Derek said and smiled. "What about you, Prentiss? You want some pasta and maybe lady and the tramp it with Hotch?"

"You're a fucking idiot," Emily said and rolled her eyes as the two men laughed at her. "I was slacking it this week, so I have a hill to do. I don't want to come to work tomorrow with a lot to do, and I'm taking the weekend off, so help me, God. You guys go ahead."

"I'll let JJ, Rossi, and Penelope know," Derek said and pulled out his phone. "We can always bring you something, Em."

"I appreciate it, really. But it's fine. I'll order something for delivery," Emily said and picked up her pen. She dove back into her files as Derek and Spencer both shrugged.

It wasn't long after that the two left with the rest of them. Emily flipped through reports and files, now kind of regretting not going for at least food. But she wanted the weekend off. She deserved it.

Hotch glanced over outside and saw one lone agent still there working. He pursed his lips and talked himself up the courage to go talk to Emily.

Come on, Hotchner.

Aaron stood up and walked out the door. Emily didn't even hear him. That's how concentrated she was.

"Hey," Hotch said and walked down the stairs. Emily looked up at him before rubbing her eyes. "You're here late."

"I was slacking it this week. Now I have a price to pay," Emily said and looked down at the six files that needed to be complete.

"You want a drink?" Hotch asked and leaned against her desk with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Emily sat back in her seat and crossed her legs.

"It's a little late for O'Keefe's, don't you think?" Emily asked and glanced down at the time. It was half an hour until midnight.

"Well, it's your lucky day. I have a twenty-year-old scotch bottle in my office, brand new. Rossi gave it to me," Hotch said and smiled down at Emily. He stuck his hand out. Emily looked at his hand and then his files. "They'll be there tomorrow. Just one drink."

"Okay fine," Emily said and grabbed his hand. He helped her to his feet before the two made their way to his office.

Emily sat down in the chair across from Hotch and took off her heels. She sighed in relief as she sat back in the chair. Hotch grabbed two glasses he kept in the office and the new bottle.

"So what was the occasion that Rossi got you that?" Emily asked as Hotch poured them both some of the liquor. "The two of you seem close."

"It was a late birthday present," Hotch said and chuckled. "Dave always misses my birthday."