secret | e. prentiss

nine.

Waking up the next morning. Sore. I look up at my clock; 6:44 am. Stretching out my hands and legs, I feel the space next to me empty. Quickly pushing up on my elbows I notice Emily is gone.

Frowning slightly, I stand up and head to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, washing my hair and body. Getting out, I apply some face cleanser and moisturizer. Looking at my naked chest, my hands roam over the hickeys from last night. Hell, I slept with a co worker..

Putting on a black pencil skirt, with a white button up, showing just the right amount of cleavage. I take some foundation and cover up the love marks.

Applying some lip gloss and mascara, I grab my bag, and head out to my car.

...

Stepping out of the elevator, I pass Morgan's desk and head to mine. Plopping down, I rest my head in my hands for a minute.

"Everything okay?" Morgan asks, handing me my usual cup of coffee.

"Thank you, and yes." I say, grabbing the warm cup.

"Rough night?" he asks another question, sipping his own coffee.

Right on cue, Emily walks in. My eyes dart to her and she gives me a soft smirk.

"Yeah, I didn't get much sleep" I say, sipping my cup.

"Why not?" Emily asks, joining the conversation, raising her eyebrow at me— looking innocent.

Oh would you like to know.

"I-"

"Oh, I know" Morgan interrupts.

"Know what?" I ask, switching my eyes to his.

"You were having a good night..right?" he asks, chuckling, a smirk playing on his lips. 

I playfully slap his arm, and cross my legs.

"No, none of that" I say, clearing my throat.

"Alright, alright" he says, stepping back and walking to his desk with a smile.

I smile, and turn to my desk, placing my cup on my desk. Taking out my case report, I begin working on it.

As time passes, I gulp down my third cup of coffee. Today was pretty quiet, it's like all the serial killers took a day off. Scratching my neck, Morgan glances at me, raising an eyebrow.

He gets up, and walks up to me, sitting on my desk.

"What's that?" he asks, a confused look playing on his face.

"What's what?" I ask, raising a brow.

He points to my neck.

Well great.

"So you did have a rough night!" he says laughing.

"No no, it was just a weird tinder hook up" I say, knowing Emily was listening.

"Was she a good a kisser?" Emily asks, joining.

Turning my focus to her, I give her a small smirk she only saw.

"No, like I said— it was weird" I say.

"Well, she sure did mark you up" Morgan says, moving back to his desk. Leaving just me and Emily leaning on my desk. She shoots me a wink, and sits back down at her desk.

Getting back to my desk, my mind travels to last night.

no STOP.

I need to take my work seriously.

But the way Emily kissed me, spoke to me, caressed me.

I finish up the case report and walk to Hotch's office. Knocking on it, I hear a faint "come in" from the other side.

Opening it, I stepped in.

"Here's the last two case reports" I say, handing it to him.

"Thank you Claire" he says, grabbing it and gazing up to meet your eyes.

"Have a goodnight" he says, before I walk out.

"You too" I softly reply, closing his door.

Walking back to my desk, and grabbing my bag I wave goodbye to everyone and walk to the elevator.

...

Driving home, my mind YET again wondered to Emily's touch.

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authors note!
hey! this is just a filler chapter <33 i'm also thinking of writing a hotch fan fic
also tysm for almost 300 views ahh!!! 😏 [ Not edited, there may be spelling errors ]