Deception - Hotchniss

Chapter 12

Bang. Bang. Bang.

With those last three shots, Emily emptied her clip. She took off her goggles and looked at her target. One to the head, one to the abdomen, and one directly at the crotch.

She'd been at the range below the BAU since six. She had trouble sleeping after the got back from solving that case yesterday, and couldn't seem to get over her hangover in the process. It was only her down here. Sometimes she would meet Morgan or a few BAU cadets to practice their shots, but today they were just going over more paperwork, so Morgan didn't come in until seven-thirty.

Emily took a deep breath and checked the time on her phone, just as the heavy door leading into the room clicked open. She looked up to see who it was, especially this early. Then she saw Hotch in the doorframe. That explained the early part.

She really didn't feel like talking to him right now. Instead, she pulled her ankle gun and put her goggles back over her eyes. She felt her gun recoil as she fired another three shots, more concentrated on her pounding headache than where the bullets were going.

"Good morning," a voice said from behind her.

Emily didn't even turn around to face him. "Morning," she said shortly, then fired another round. She finally stepped back and took off her goggles, her head nearly killing her that time. Two to the arm, and three below the waist. She let out an annoyed sigh.

"Can I offer some advice?" Hotch asked calmly, seeing her displeasure.

"No," she said quickly before reloading. When he was silent, she looked up at him finally. "What?" she asked, just to make him shut up.

"It's in your stance," he said, not taking into consideration that she had a major hangover.

Emily squinted her eyes. He came in here after saying what he did last night just to correct her posture? "My stance is just fine," she insisted, finishing reloading the gun. Did he really think that he was so much better than her at this? "Okay, fine, how do suggest I fix it?"

He looked down and smirked softy. "Watch," he said and stepped forward. He drew his gun from his belt in a matter of seconds. That move alone was quite impressive. She watched as he shot three shots directly into the head of the target. He stepped back and took a breath.

"Alright, that was petty impressive, I'll give you that," she admitted. He also looked pretty cool while doing it, in his suit. Like some kind of secret agent or something.

"Go ahead." He stepped back and holstered his gun. He watched her step forward, and, without wasting any time, shot three shots at the target. One hit the head. She dropped her hand to her side and sighed. "You're not focusing, that's the problem."

"I thought the problem was my stance, wise guy."

"Well, that I can help you with," he said and stepped forward.

She got into her regular stance and looked forward as he came up beside her. Her breath hitched slightly as he looked down at her.

"Like this," he said in a lower voice, raising his arm to her waist. She adjusted slightly at his touch. He heard her take a sharp breath in. "Sorry," he said slowly, not sure if he crossed a line with that.

"No, it's alright," she said in a softer voice. She felt another one of his strong hands meet her waist. Her heart started to beat faster as they dropped to her hips. She swore she heard him say something like 'you have to focus,' but the last thing she was doing right now was focusing on the target.

His voice was so deep, and so strangely erotic. His large hands felt perfect on her hips, and the way he was standing so close to her that if she made any move, she'd be pressed against his body.