Complicated: More Than A Profiler

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

kandice5

Emily got out of her car in front of the hotel and frowned. Two more days and she had to leave again. She sighed as she fumbled with the room key and finally managed to open the door. Why? she thought. Why did she have to come back? Besides the case, of course. There were other Interpol agents who could have come. And why did Hotch call her? Why not JJ or even Garcia? She frowned again as she turned on the tv. Nothing but murder shows. She would never understand why people would CHOOSE to watch shows about what they dealt with daily. She opened her suitcase and took out an old Academy t-shirt that was four sizes too big and flopped on her bed. She smiled as she turned to see Chicago Hope on. She loved Doctor Daniel Nyland. He looked like what she pictured a younger Hotch looking like. Shit. Hotch.Every time she sees him all cool, calm and collected,her heart starts pounding and she becomes painfully aware of how in love with him she is .

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Hotch put his head against the hard headboard. This girl...this woman, rather,  is going to kill him. He had to ask her to dance, in hopes she would realize it. He had messed up one marriage. He hasn’t found a reason to remarry, or rather, the courage to remarry. He supposed it’s because he didn’t want his son thinking he was replacing Haley. As Haley had once put it, she married Clark Kent and got Superman, and now Superman needed to find his WonderWoman. And he needed to be able to tell WonderWoman that he wanted to be her Superman. Okay, enough with the superhero references. He pulled pants over his pajama bottoms-which were boxers- and went to his car. He parked in front of the hotel and stood outside the door he knew she was behind. What was he doing here? If she didn’t slap him, she would certainly never come back. There was so much to lose.

He knocked anyway, because there was so much more to gain.

“Emily.” It came out as a sigh. He bit his lip to keep from smiling as he felt her name wash over him. Emily.

“Hotch?”  she asked, slightly confused.

“If I tell you I love you, what would you say?” he asked quietly, as he entered her hotel room. She shut the door behind him.

“Remember the case where I had to pretend to be in love with the suspect?” she asked, sitting next to him.

He tried not to stare at her bare thighs and ignore the fact that she answered a question with a question, instead he fisted his hands and nodded.

“Do you know how hard it is to pretend you love someone when you don’t?” she whispered. “Did you know that it’s even harder to pretend you don’t love someone when you do?” he looked up as she finished.

“Emily,” he began. “My heart for you will never break. My smile for you will never fade. My love for you will never end. I love you. And I need to know that you won’t get on that plane in two days. I need to know if you love me too.”

“Hotch...I,” Emily’s tongue couldn’t function properly. Unfortunately, Hotch thought she was finding a way to break it to him gently.

“You’re right. I’m sorry Prentiss.” he said as he walked towards the door.

“Hotch…” Emily choked out. He looked behind him to see her eyes filled with tears. He hated to see her sad, especially knowing that he was the cause.

“Don’t worry Prentiss, it’s fine.” he said stiffly.

Emily let a lone tear slide down her cheek. “Nine years.” she said quietly.

He looked confused so she looked up at him. “Nine years I’ve always have this little hope that you’ll suddenly wake up one day and realize that we are meant to be together. Nine years was when I realized I didn’t think you were a cold hearted jerk. I fell in love with Supervisory Special Agent In Charge. I fell in love with you Aaron.”

“Oh Emily!” Hotch said as he practically ran to the couch. He once again, sat next to her and put his hand on hers and leaned in. She met him halfway and sighed as their lips met. Nine years and they were finally here. Finally at the place they had both been dreaming of.

“Do you believe in fate?” Emily asked, a couple hours later as they were a tangle of limbs on her hotel bed.

“If by fate you mean you and I, then yes. I suppose somehow you and I knew we would end up here.” he said with a grin.

“Me too. I mean, I feel like deep down I always knew...or hoped at least, that you would realize that I loved you.” Emily replied as she sat up.

After confessing their love, they had spent almost the whole night making out like horny teenagers. Emily had to admit, she enjoyed it.

“Well if only you had told me. Do you know what it was like not knowing if you felt like just my subordinate?”

“Let’s not worry about that. We’re here now, and that’s all that is important.” Emily said, giving him a peck on the lips. “So how’s Jack?”

“Emily, I love my son to death, but I’d prefer not to talk about him while I’m in bed with you.” he said with a gleam in his eye.

“Ah, SSA Hotchner, I like the way you think.” she said as her eyes crinkled and their lips met, once again.

He groaned as she pulled away. “C’mon Hotch. I promised I would go out with the team for brunch.”

“That’s not for two hours!” he said, reaching to pull her back onto the bed.

“I have to shower, and if you want to come, you have to shower and go home and get clothes.”

He grunted in defeat and stood up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head.

Emily sighed. This was how it should have been. If only she could get more, she mentally added it to her mental checklist. Bang her former boss. That sounded about right. He let his hands slide down her arms and stop at her waist. Nuzzling the back of her neck, he walked behind her to the bathroom where he let her go. She closed the door as he went back to the bed. He had to pick up Jack this afternoon and he was tired as hell.

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“There’s the guest of honor!” Rossi said as Emily walked in, a few minutes behind Hotch. She sat in the empty seat in between Aaron and Derek and smiled.

“I’m sorry, I hit traffic,” she said with a grin as she placed her hand on Aaron’s knee. Luckily the tablecloth covered the gesture.

“So what’s new with you guys?” Emily asked as she began to eat the french toast.

Everyone laughed, knowing Emily could eat like a trucker and curse like a sailor.

“Well…” Penelope began. “Derek and I….me and him...we…”

“We’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now.” he supplied, tossing an arm over his baby girl’s shoulder, and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“‘Bout goddamn time.” Emily said with a smirk, causing Rossi, JJ and Spencer to laugh.

I could say the same for you. Derek thought, noticing Emily’s hand on Hotch’s knee.

“How’s Henry and Will?” Emily asked as she looked across the table at her dear friend.

“Henry is great. He misses you though. You should come say hi before you leave.” Emily noticed two things. First, was how Hotch tensed when JJ said leave, and second how JJ avoided mentioning Will.

“I will.” Emily promised. “And you Dave?” she asked, a grin coming onto her face once more.

“No new wife if thats what you mean.” he said, knowing Emily. “How about you?” Like Derek, he also noticed Emily’s hand.

“Oh um, no one new, if that’s what you are hinting at.” Rossi laughed as Hotch smiled. Emily loved that twinkle in his eye. And his arms. And his face. And his body, and his personality. Hell, she loved all of it.

SO I posted in honer of Paget Brewster's birthday. (She played prentiss) ANYWAY Love y'all, check out my happy bday story post for Matthew AND find me on twitter: kandice925

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~Kandice