champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

thirteen

i'm sorry for the late update. i had some personal matters to deal with. i sprained my knee🤕

i hope y'all enjoy this filled chapter. we finally meet rossi and don't worry i won't make him a racist like the show because like wtf was that. enjoy the jemily apology and hotchniss coming to terms ☺️

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of smoking
word count: 3702

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Morgan: "There are three things all wise men should fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man." Patrick Rothfuss.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Emily didn't take her eyes off the target as she shot straight into the paper. One to the chest, one to the throat, and one to the head. The woman pulling back and seeing her target. Emily wasn't satisfied with the results. She didn't waste time and aimed it right at the target again.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

All three bullets went straight to the head. She never missed her target. Emily clenched her jaw before aiming her gun back again. This time, firing the remaining bullets in the magazine straight into the crotch region of the target.

If she were ever approached again, she wouldn't miss.

"Remind me never to get you mad," Hotch said as he watched Prentiss from afar. "You won't even have to look at this point to hurt me."

"Yeah, so watch it," Emily said jokingly. Hotch chuckled and got into the range next to her. He drew his weapon from his ankle. Prentiss watched as he emptied his clip of bullets in a straight line up the target. The final shot going straight to the head. "Okay, show off. Not everyone has two guns on them."

"That's why I've been vocal about you and JJ both carrying two. You never know what could happen," Hotch said and took off the headset.

"I learned my lesson, Aaron. Never leave my gun in the bag," Emily said and threw off her headphones and goggles. "I already carry a hunting knife with me too. You really want me to scare off everyone I meet, don't you?"

"One glare, and someone's already intimidated. The extra weapons are just for my peace of mind," Hotch said and walked up to her. His hand came up to her back. The two stood there in silence for a second before Hotch's nerves came and went.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Hotch sighed as he stepped away from Emily. The man grabbed his phone and answered it. "Hotchner. Yes ma'am. Of course."

He hung up the phone and pursed his lips.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked and holstered her weapon. Hotch smiled softly.

"We have to go upstairs. There's someone Strauss would like us to meet," Hotch said and offered Emily to go first out the door. The woman furrowed her eyebrows as they walked out of the shooting range.

The two made their way to the sixth floor. They exited the elevator with smiles. Hotch had made it a mission of his to make Emily smile as much as he could. The woman's smile radiated light and was rarely seen around the office due to their work. They all could use a smile around here.

"Dave!" Hotch said as he opened the door for him and Emily to the bullpen. Rossi turned around and smiled widely as he embraced Aaron in a tight hug. Emily smiling at the men being so happy to see each other. "How you been? I saw you on the news last week about your book."