champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

twenty

someone be proud i passed one of my important exams! fuck yeahhhh🥳

this week was a slow week for me so expect three updates throughout this weekend! we'll see if i'll be able to continue this up.

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: minimal swearing, mentions of drinking, violence, mentions of gun violence
word count: 3881

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Derek: "I finally figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can't protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos." Susan Elizabeth Phillips.

Eight months later

"It's me," Emily said softly. Cyrus locked his jaw and put away his gun. She smiled nervously before he grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into a storage room.

"Wait!" Spencer yelled as Cyrus closed the door. Cyrus pulled Emily into the room and smacked her across the face. She fell down but was immediately brought to her feet and punched into the mirror, shattering it with her body as she collided with it. Cyrus held her there, the woman getting a blurry look at herself.

"The bible tells us blows and wounds will heal us," Cyrus hissed before hitting Emily against the wall. The woman was crying out as his knee hit Emily directly in the stomach.

"I can take it," Emily said sternly. Hotch had tears in his eyes as he listened to Emily getting beaten.

"You can take it?" Cyrus taunted before smacking Emily to the floor. She groaned in pain as she struggled back to her feet.

"We need to go in," Aaron said and balled his fists up as Cyrus hit Emily again.

"We do that; we risk everyone in there. She's not talking to him. She's talking to us. She doesn't want us to go in," Rossi said. Emily groaned as she was hit directly in her stomach before being shoved to the floor. Everything felt numb.

"I'm so sorry," Aaron said as tears escaped his eyes. "I'm so sorry."

The man woke up sweating and panting for air. The incident with Cyrus had happened two weeks ago. Emily was still under bed rest, much against her wishes. Aaron made sure to go see her every day before and after work. He felt terrible about sending her and Spencer there. It was eating at him. So much so he's been losing sleep. All he could dream of was Emily getting beaten because of him. Aaron glanced over at the clock. Seven sixteen.

Meanwhile, Emily had found herself already up and making herself a quick breakfast. Secretly, she would get up every morning and make herself breakfast before Hotch came. She'd just brush her teeth and chew on a piece of gum before he got there. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Emily was boiling water and grabbed herself a mug from her mug display. Hotch insisted on getting her one after the incident so she wouldn't have to move so much with her bruised ribs.

Emily reached down and grabbed a pan slowly. There was still a little bit of pain. She set the pan down and walked over to the fridge, and grabbed the bacon and eggs. That's when she heard the sound of keys hitting the lock.

"Shit," Emily mumbled as she tried to hide all the food back in the fridge. It was too late. Hotch walked in with a bag in his hand.

"Babe?" he called out and looked into the kitchen to see Emily there at the fridge. He set everything down and placed his hands on his hips. "I thought we talked about this. Coffee only, and I'd handle the food."