PROMPT: Emily in Wonderland (Gilmore Girls)

"Again?" JJ asked, biting into her egg salad sandwich.

Emily sighed. "It's the... gosh, I can't even remember how many times it's happened. But it has to stop."

"Why?" Penelope asked. "It's not hurting anyone."

The dark-haired profiler rolled her eyes. "I'm dreaming about my boss. There's something seriously wrong with that."

"Em, it's not like they're sexy dream about him. Logically, there's isn't anything wrong with it," JJ replied.

"He's meeting my parents. We're going on romantic dates. I think that qualifies as something seriously messed up," Emily argued. "I'm not supposed to dream about my unit chief."

"You're attracted to your boss," Penelope said with a shrug. "It's not the end of the world."

"How am I the only one freaking out about it?" Emily asked in awe.

"Freaking out about what?"

Penelope glanced up at Derek and said in a nonchalant voice, "Emily's dreaming about Hotch."

"Penelope!" Emily exclaimed indignantly.

"Wait, dreaming dreaming, or just dreaming?" Derek asked, one leg over the picnic table the girls occupied.

"Nothing juicy," Emily hastened to clarify.

"Oh. Okay," Derek said as he slid in between Emily and Penelope.

Despite her embarrassment, Emily felt her jaw dropping. "How is no one realizing how wrong it is to be dreaming about my boss?"

"You say that as if we haven't noticed your attraction to him, Em," Derek explained, ripping apart the cellophane on his own sandwich.


JJ actually did a full-body eye-roll. "Em, we see the attraction clear as day."

"Attraction? If I was attracted to him do you think I'd be freaking out about dreaming about him?" Emily asked, now only picking at the flatbread of her wrap.


Emily's head shot up at Dave's knowing tone of voice, then at the team all nodding in agreement. She groaned. "You too?"

JJ arched an eyebrow. "Who do you think told us to look for it to begin with?"

Penelope nodded her agreement. "He's more of a gossip than I am."

"I resent that implication," Dave shot back. "But I take credit for being the first one to notice."

"We'll talk about Dave's tendency to hang out around the water cooler in a minute," JJ said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Emily's dreaming about Hotch, that's what started this whole conversation."

"Well, it's about time Wonderland caught up to your emotions," Dave said wisely.

Emily couldn't believe that she was seriously participating in this conversation or that it was even occurring on a level where it felt like a daily, normal occurrence. "You guys think... Me and Hotch?"

"Oh, Peaches, denial is not attractive on you," Penelope said with a regretful shake of her head.

"What's Emily denying?"

Emily found herself shuffling over to make room for Reid, daring with narrowed eyes for any one of them to say anything.

"Emily's having dreams about Hotch," JJ said, ignoring her friend's glare. "And denying she's attracted to him."

"Did you know, in an average life time we spend up to six years dreaming?" Reid replied, immediately jumping into his facts. "And studies have shown that people who have just quit smoking have longer, more intense dreams where toddlers won't appear in their own dreams until they're three or four?"

JJ reached around and ruffled his hair. "That wasn't exactly what we had in mind, Spence."

"I don't believe in dream interpretation," Reid replied with a wrinkled brow.

"But you do believe in behavioural interpretation and you can't tell me that you haven't seen things a'changin' between our dear girl here and Boss Man," Penelope rationalized. It was like a test. If Spencer Reid noticed attraction between two people, then it was more than obvious.

Reid turned sheepishly to Emily. "You two do seem a lot closer as of late," he said. "And Hotch has certainly looked happier lately."

"I'm glad you've taken to paying attention to my moods, Reid."

Laughter died at the table almost immediately and Emily felt red creeping up her face. Hotch had overheard at least part of the conversation and though her friends didn't mind razzing her about it, she knew they all knew better than to bring it up in front of Hotch.

He arched a dark eyebrow as he slid in between Emily and Reid. "Don't stop on my account."

She wanted to die, to start digging her way to China where her friend's weren't out to get her.

It was Dave who shrugged. "We were just wondering what kind of woman could lift your spirits so noticeably."

Hotch seemed to coolly ponder the question a moment before answering. "That, is none of your business."

Emily heard the elevator ding and looked up from the e-mail she was in the process of shooting her sister. Something had caught him on his way out of the bullpen and he'd texted her to wait for him. So here she was, leaning against her car, waiting. She smiled as he made his way towards her with quick steps, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her behind a nearby pillar and out of sight of the elevator and any traffic.

"What happened at lunch?"

Emily felt the blush rising in her cheeks again. "I told JJ and Pen about my dreams."

"Your dreams about me?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Well, nightmares have been conspicuously absent since we started spending every night together," she replied. "I'm sorry Dave brought you into it."

He hummed as he leaned down and kissed her quickly. "I don't mind. Did I help or hinder?"

"Both," Emily replied with a heavy sigh. "I think we've at least thrown them off even considering that we're together, but I don't think anything either of us could have done today would have made them stop believing I have a thing for you."

"A thing?" Hotch asked with a low chuckle.

"Yes, Agent Hotchner," Emily answered with a wicked smile. "I'm attracted to you. I like you."

He kissed her nose. "I like you too, Agent Prentiss."

"Okay." She smiled and pulled away. "Your place or mine?"

"This is my last suit at your place."

She seemed to ponder this a minute. "I think I have one or two left at yours. Decision made."

"One day we're going to have to figure out whether it would just be easier to have one place," he said, shaking his head and following her around the corner.

Emily would have probably stopped in shock if their relationship hadn't started that way in the first place. The progression from friendship to romantic relationship had been eerily smooth and gradual. "Later. Our team is mentally tiring."

He chuckled. "I'll follow you?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's not like I don't know where you live."

"Humour me."

Emily grinned, quickly kissing him. "I usually do. See you in a bit."

"You'll see me in your rear view mirror."

And as Emily and Hotch climbed into their respective cars, they missed the slight form of Spencer Reid in the shadows of the Bureau parking garage. The genius grinned. For the first time, he had information no one else knew, but for now, he'd keep it to himself. Who knew when that juicy tidbit of gossip would get him out of trouble!

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