Undercover Love

Aaron

Emily's stomach was upset, so she requested Hotch drink for her. Although drinking wasn't really the word. More like one shot of tequila and half a tumbler of scotch.

He didn't have nearly as much as the others last night but he hates the way tequila makes his head feel like a construction site.

He hates tequila but Emily gave him those puppy eyes and he had shot.

That one shot is making the sun like one huge overhead lamp.

"Happy Birthday!"

He winces as several people jump out from behind his furniture.

"You do know that breaking and entering is a felony," he brings his left hand up to cover his ear.

Jack pops up from around the bar and smiles," I let them in!"

Hotch pulls the blue blanket off the couch and covers his mostly naked body," you're not supposed to let people in, Jack."

Jack bounces on his feet," well... Emmy said it was an emergency."

Hotch rubs his temple," my birthday isn't an emergency. We already celebrated anyway."

Rossi notices the subtle way that Jack has gone from calling Emily Aunt Em to Emmy. He doesn't voice this.

Emily smiles and lays a plate of food down on the little table in the kitchen," food's done."

Jack jumps over to his father and wraps both his little arms around Hotch's torso," happy birthday daddy!"

Hotch pats his son's back," thanks, buddy."

Morgan's the first to pop in to the kitchen and scoop up some of the food," dayum, Em, you make some banging eggs!"

If he could think past the jackhammer going crazy in his head he would be selfconscious of the scars that are hardly covered by the blanket draped over his shoulders.

"Any birthday wishes," Emily asks from across the table. She tucks her foot under her others holding back from rubbing it against his.

He looks down at the fork in his hand," no."

Rossi, who's mid bite, asks," tequila still giving you hell?"

Hotch doesn't look at him," a little."

A grey blanket of guilt sweeps down in front of Emily's eyes..but she can't do anything about that right now.

"Drink some orange juice." Emily pushes the glass she'd just filled for herself to him.

He accepts it and takes a few exploratory sips.

"All of it," she adds without looking up. "It'll help."

Rossi watches the brunette agents exchange but he doesn't voice his opinion on how close they seem.

Emily takes the glass back when he's done and fills it back to the brim. "You should probably a Tylenol, too."

Hotch doesn't add anything to her comment, he instead turns to Jack. "You better eat all of that."

Jack nods and climbs up his chair," course."

Jack giggles and swipes a peice of his father's bacon.

"Jack Hotchner," Emily leans over and attacks Jack's sides with quick fingers.

They all see the connection this time.

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"That headache getting any better?"

Hotch doesn't answer immedialty so Emily lefts herself onto her elbow.

"Aaron?" She gently shakes his shoulder and he jerks awake.

"Hmph. Hmm?" He turns over and looks around wildly, accessing for any threats.

"Shh, calm down." She puts a hand on his bicep," I just wanted to know about your head."

He shakes his head," it's fine. I'm fine." He lays back down," you scared me."

She puts her arm over his waist," sorry." She seats up and throws her leg over his waist. She settles her weight on him," happy birthday Aaron."

Sleep is complelty forgotten as his body now fully focused on the body above his.

"Don't worry," Emily sing-songs. "Jack's with Jessica."

She rubs herself against him," so... tell me Agent Hotchner how lucky are you feeling?"

"Well they say your luck doubles on your birthday, so I supose... very."

Emily bends over and bites at his ear," who the hell says your luck doubles?"

He doesn't get anything past his tightly closed lips.

"Doesn't matter, does it?" She kissed down his neck," you still win."

Any request about how Emily should get around to telling him she's pregos?
-SH