Hotchniss One Shots

"Staying up late"

The team just finished solving a case in a rural area of Oregon, and now they're exhausted back at the small hotel they were packed into. Unsurprisingly, there were only four rooms available, which meant they needed to double up.

unfortunately for them, they had all seven agents, since Garcia was working alongside them on this particular case. This meant that one person would get a room to themselves.

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"I'm the oldest, which means I get to be alone," Rossi quickly stated as they gathered around the hotel bar.

They'd been nursing drinks for about an hour after the case, but since it was getting late, they decided to call it a night and go to bed.

It didn't surprise any of them that he claimed his seniority, yet none of them weren't jealous.

"My chocolate thunder is with me for the night." Garcia grabbed ahold of Morgan's arm and he chuckled in agreement.

"And I take it you two are together?" JJ glanced between Emily and Hotch, who were standing beside each other.

Emily looked from her boyfriend to JJ. "Not unless you want to be together."

JJ flicked her eyes towards Reid, who clearly was more focused on mixing two different flavors of taffy together than their conversation. "No, it's alright," she said, then directed her attention back towards Reid. "Spence, where did you get that?"

"Gift shop down the road. Want some?"

"No, I'll pass," JJ said with a sarcastic chuckle.

XXX

Hotch struggled at first to open the door to their hotel room. It was an old place, built at least before 1970. Once he got it, by exerting most of his energy and body weight into pushing the door open, he stumbled into the small room, listening to Emily laugh at him behind his back.

"Well, this is, uh," she looked around, noticing the small refrigerator and bed. ". . . Cozy."

The room was lined with an ugly, beige colored wallpaper and gray speckled carpet. There were only two pillows on the bed, seeing as it was only meant for one person.

"Let's just hope it's clean," Hotch remarked under his breath. Then he sighed and turned to Emily. "I'm gonna hop in the shower."

"'Kay. I'll see what I can do about this pillow situation."

He was confused at first. There were two pillows and two people. Then he remembered how she always ended up stealing his pillow whenever she stayed the night at his place. He'd never met a woman who needed as much bedding as she did.

XXX

When Hotch was out of the shower and wearing gray plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt, he found Emily sitting in bed reading a manila colored file. She took her hair down from the ponytail she had in earlier, so it now fell in loose waves over her shoulders.

"Hey," he said when he first saw her. It wasn't a friendly, greeting type of hey, however.

"What?" she asked, recognizing his tone.

"Put that away," he said, walked towards her side of the bed.

"Hotch," she protested. Emily didn't realize what she had called him until the words slipped out of her mouth. Force of habit, she supposed.

"Prentiss," he said sternly in return, taking the file from her hands and placing it on the oak nightstand beside the bed.

She sighed and looked up at his damp hair that now appeared black.