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Not So Serious
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Ongoing, First published Jul 08, 2019
Aaron Hotchner//Emily Prentiss

What happens when the team goes out for "a drink" but a few of them go a little overboard?
!Hotchniss! (My fave ship of course) 🙂
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~sneak peak~ :)

"Yes please! I'd kill for a margarita!" Garcia's chirpy voice can be heard across the bullpen. 

"Who's in?" Rossi smiles at everyone. 

"In for what?" Hotch asks, joining the team by Morgan's desk.

"We're uh, all going out for drinks." Emily chimes in, secretly hoping Hotch would join but knowing deep down he never did.

"Sure I'll come." Hotch smiles at Emily. 

She's at a loss for words and Hotch can see the surprised yet eager expression on her face. 

"Hey, I'm not always so serious ya know." He winks at Emily and glances at the team before walking away to collect his things.

-read at your own risk- 🙂❤️

(Ps. This is set in about season 5 because that's just the cast that I feel like writing about right now :))
-Hotch, Emily, Morgan, Reid, JJ, Garcia, and Rossi-
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