Hope for the Hopeless [Jemily]

Political Agenda [smut]

mature content! office sex, roughness, daddy kink

August 21, 2007
— Emily's POV
I plopped down a stack of my case files as I settled into my desk in the bullpen. Over the dull hum of the air conditioner, the only noise that usually covered the bullpen, I heard a woman's voice sternly coming from Hotch's office, "...In 4 days, I'm set to stand at the base of the capitol and announce that petty crime in DC is down 43% and violent crime is down 37%, the last thing I need is the press announcing that we have a serial killer murdering prostitutes!"

Hotch reasoned back to the woman, "I understand that, but by not alerting the media, we're putting women at risk!"

The arguing continued so I kept listening, "I'm not asking you to back down! Work your case, catch your killer, just do it quietly."

"And if I don't?"

"I guarantee you won't work it at all." Damn. This sounded intense. I think I recognize the voice of this woman, but I can't quite make it out. She started walking toward the doorway, "Oh, a little unsolicited advice: you're driven, you're bright, you're exactly the kind of person who could run the bureau someday. You might as well accept now that leading the FBI has as much to do with politics as it does with law enforcement. Good day." Politics? What the hell was Hotch arguing about? As the mystery lady walked down the bridge I recognized her as Congresswoman Karen Steyer, someone I met frequently through affiliation with my mother. I waved her over and said a quick hello, but she had to run back to some business in Washington. Didn't get a chance to find out what that whole fiasco was about, but I assumed it was something related to the case  Reid brought. A serial killer is killing prostitutes in DC and he thinks he's found a major lead.

— Two days later
It's been a couple days since we started working this case and we're not much closer to the end. The one suspect we had for the murders was in custody when the latest killing occurred. Reid, Morgan, Hotch, and I are currently at the scene. I pulled an ID off the body and sighed, "She was only 16."

Hotch shook his head, "He's getting angrier and blaming the police for not stopping his impulses."

Reid added, "Certanly not cooling of between kills anymore."

Morgan put his head down, "Which means we are looking at whole lot of bodies."

Hotch exasperated, "Meanwhile in two days Congresswoman Styers is gonna stand at the Capitol and declare DC crime free."

I nudged him and asked, "Yeah, what did she want with you the other day anyway?"

He snapped his head my way coldly, "It was a private conversation."

I dropped my smile and nodded, "Right, of course." Um, ass? It was a harmless question. I swear to God, Hotch takes everything I say so fucking seriously. Like, chill out man, just 'cause my family's full of diplomats doesn't mean I'm always picking for bomb codes. Christ. We wrapped up at the crime scene in DC and headed back to Quantico. I was already a little ticked off from before, but I got even more agitated when Hotch asked to see me in his office back at the BAU.

He motioned for me to follow him to his office and closed the door behind us, "Have a seat." I sat dwon in front of his desk while he ominously sat behind it. He closed his hands together and sternly spoke, "I don't appreciate being questioned in front of other agents." Fuck.

I nodded in understanding and adjusted, "It was not my intention. I'm sorry."

"What were you talking to Congresswoman Steyer about the other day?" Oh, so it's okay for you to probe, but not me? I see.