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chapter twenty-two / season three episode sixteen.
DEREK MORGAN HAD BEEN EYEING AARON HOTCHNER'S OFFICE FOR THE PAST HOUR. And it was very quickly annoying everyone else in the office, especially Emily. Derek had promised he'd catch up on all his cases so that this Friday night they could all go out for drinks.
However, that would be completely unobtainable if Derek didn't stop staring through the closed blinds of the Unit Chief's office, for sustained periods of time.
Emily huffed and threw a loose pen at his head, making it bounce off and land at his desk, "Staring won't burn holes through the blinds to let you see what's happening in there."
"You don't know till you try it." He responded, not taking his eyes away from the shut door of the office, the closed blinds, all the secrecy in the meeting between Aaron Hotchner and Amelia Levine. Without looking, Derek threw the pen back at Emily's desk and knew it had hit some part of her body when she'd winced in response.
"I think I know because you've been staring for an hour and lasers haven't appeared out of your eye sockets." She remarked with a shake of her head.
"Yet."
Emily rolled her eyes, and rolled her chair over to his desk, picking up one of his files and forcing it in-front of his face, "Work. I'm in desperate need of a night out on Friday and if you don't pick up the pace, we will all be doing paperwork instead of spending Rossi's money."
"I'm busy." He waved the file away.
"Do not make me get JJ out here and force you to work, because you know I will." Emily threatened, the night out at stake was very important to her.
Derek sighed, finally tearing his eyes away from the shut blinds for what felt like forever and glancing at Emily, "I just need to know what's going on in there, Hotch isn't exactly the best person around Amelia."
"She's a big girl, Derek, Amelia can handle herself." Emily said and paused.
"Unit Chiefs aren't her specialty, Emily. She's probably picked her nail polish off, and is now on the verge of picking her fingers off!"
Emily and Derek stared at each other, before they both stared back at the closed curtains and the shut door of Aaron Hotchner's office.
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Meanwhile, within the office of Aaron Hotchner, Amelia Levine sat on the chair opposite his desk with a wide smile on her face.
