Undercover Love

And So It Begins

Monday 3:40 P.M.

"You're freshly married. Keep in mind freshly married couples are rather touchy." Their coordinator instructs," Agent Prentiss your ring has a panic button. If you twist it an alarm will fire off in here.." he waits for Emily to twist her ring. She turns it three times and a loud wail emits from the computer. Hotch winces slightly from the loud noise but gives it an approving nod. "Now sir, your ring is just a ring but you get a cool sweatshirt."

Hotch didn't find the sweatshirt nearly as cool as the kid did but he took his micro-encrypted sweatshirt.

"So this is our house," Emily says glancing at the tall house before them.

"Yes it is," they'd discussed in the car that hand holding was okay for them. Hugging could be done in private to practice for the kiss that they know will come.

Emily snags his hand, he takes a deep breath, and smiles at her.

"Here we go."

They had the first day completly figured out to the smallest detail. First they make a show of visiting their house. Stand out on the sidewalk, stand as close as they can, and talk like gooey idiots. Then off the mall for clothes. Since both only have the clothes they're currently seating in, they'll need to go and get enough clothes to last them a week. Then they'll go home to their perfectly seat up house and try and manage to sleep in their shared king sized bed.

Monday 7:32 P.M.

"I could wear these as a jumpsuit," Emily jokes softly, holding up Hotch's pants to her chest.

"Prentiss," his voice had slowly become softer the longer he spent with her," leave my pants alone."

She smiles and drops them, as long as their stalker can't hear them they look like a couple.

She folds the rest of her own clothing up, putting them in drawers separate for each type of clothing. As she tucks in her shirts, they each bought enough clothing to last them a week and a half, and glances over at him as Hotch does the same.

"Wait," she looks closer," are you making outfits and putting them in the drawers like that?"

Hotch's eyebrow graze his hair,"what is wrong with that?"

Emily stands back from her dresser and with a small nod she walks to his. "I'm sorry, sir, but if I have to be married to you for the next couple days maybe weeks then I need you to understand that I am a neat freak." He steps back when she steps in and he allows her to unfold and refold his things. He watches with a smirk as she folds his pants and puts them in a lightest to darkest.

"Okay," he says, eyebrow still raised in amusement," it's dully noted for the future."

She looks up and rolls her eyes.

He stops, for just a moment, she doesn't notice, and has to fight down the yearning he feels for her in that moment. Years ago, when he first meet her she had done exactly that. Rolled her eyes.

"Wanna go get some food?" She asks planting her hands loudly on her thighs. "We could get Chinese? I know you like that."

Monday 8:00 P.M.
"Strangle enough," Hotch says looking down into his noodle," eight o'clock noodles are better than I thought."

Emily snorts and jokes on the air she tries to suck in. "Did you actually think they would taste different?"

He simply looks at her," people who order Chinese food at eight o'clock tend to be hated."

Emily covers her mouth to obscure her laugh," crap Hotch," she stops to giggle," damn I don't even know what to expect to come out of your mouth. Hell! The only time we spend together is with the team."

They both cast their gazes to the cement below their feet. Snow had begun to fall around them and with it an unnatural silent that falls over them. Which Hotch, surprisingly, finds the words to break. "Are we going to have to have a swear jar, Agent Prentiss?"

Emily gives Hotch another chance to study her challenge accepted face and quirks her eyebrow up," oh, sir. Is that a challenge?"

He smiles back, something so foreign to her," I believe it is."

Their largest challenge isn't going to be convincing the UNSUB that they love eachother, it's going to be convincing themselves they don't love eachother.

Question, how cute do you think it would be if Emily were to pull a hat down over Hotch's ears after hearing him complain about the cold? Especially with the height difference? Or Hotch taking her hand after hearing her complain about not having gloves?
-SH