champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

forty

grab your pitch forks and torches y'all this one is a bumpy one. please read the trigger warnings before reading!

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: heavy amounts of swearing, alcohol consumption, alcoholism, slight verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse! domestic violence!
word count: 4034

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Aaron: "All cruelty springs from weakness." Seneca.

Five months later:

Emily walked into the bullpen, three coffees in her hands for her, Penelope and JJ. She made sure to text the two other women when she got to her desk for their coffees. It was the middle of October and oddly hot for the time of year. Emily opted to wear a low-cut top to semi-show off her tattoo.

Derek watched as Emily bent over slightly over her desk. His eyes were catching the tattoo on her chest.

"Hey, hey hey," Derek said and stood up from his desk. Emily stopped what she was doing and furrowed her eyebrows. He sat right at the edge of her desk. He pointed towards the tattoo poking out. "Since when does Emily Prentiss have ink on her?"

Emily chuckled and sat down in her chair. "I actually have four tattoos, but thankfully they're very hidden to the public eye. Only people I sleep with have the privilege of seeing them."

"Ouch," Derek said, and fake slapped himself. Emily chuckled at the gesture.

"Hey, Em. I have a—"

"JJ!" Derek said with a smile. The blonde woman immediately knowing something was happening. "I got a question for you."

"What is it?" JJ asked and looked back and forth between the two of them. Emily handed JJ her coffee.

"Where are Prentiss's tattoos?" Derek asked, making Emily's jaw drop.

"Morgan!"

"Was that supposed to be a secret that the two of you slept together? Let the lady answer," Derek said and stood in front of Emily, blocking her from JJ. JJ, amused by the situation, giggled as Emily was behind him, trying to signal to stay quiet.

"Are you going to buy my silence with lunch?" JJ asked as she swirled her ice coffee around. Emily nodded. JJ smiled and looked back at Morgan. "And my files for the rest of the day?"

"Ughhh! Fine, just tell him," Emily said and threw her head back. JJ chuckled as she walked over to Emily and handed her a report. She placed her hand on Emily's shoulder as she took a quick sip of her coffee.

"I only ever saw one. It's a tramp stamp of angel wings," JJ said and started to blush at the memory of how she saw it. Emily ran her tongue over the bottom portion of her mouth as she thought back too.

"One out of four?" Derek asked and looked down at Emily. "You have to know where the rest are."

"I was a little occupied to be looking," JJ mumbled and took a big sip of her coffee. It was Emily's turn to start blushing.

"Cmon, Prentiss. Just tell me the anticipation is killing me!" Derek said and placed his hand on the woman's. Emily rolled her eyes before an idea popped into her head.

"You'll do my files for the rest of the day?" Emily asked and smiled widely. Derek sighed before stretching out his hand. Emily happily placed down the files in his hands.

"Oh, I think Derek lost a bet, and I'm always interested when Derek loses bets," Penelope said and walked up to the agents. JJ handed the woman her coffee.