Emily and Hotch story (of course)... Emily is mad at Hotch but he doesn't know why.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds... =(
In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry. – Margaret Laurence.
Emily stormed into Hotch's office, not even bothering to knock, and closed the door behind her with a sharp bang.
The team who's all gathered in the bullpen once Garcia told them what was about to happen, watched her go in, their faces a mixture of horror and interest.
"Ten dollars say we hear gun fire within the next ten minutes." Morgan said from his desk.
"Yea and twenty dollars says we have to give Emily an alibi for it." Garcia added laughing.
"I can't see why she's making such a big deal of it... I mean it was going to happen sometime." Rossi said.
"And that's why you've been divorced three times." JJ said with a grin.
"Damn I wish we could hear what's going on!" Morgan said.
"Well I could get CCTV coverage but it won't have sound." Garcia supplied.
"I doubt we'll need sound." Reid said hearing Emily's raised voice coming from the office.
Emily slammed the door of Hotch's office and stormed over to his desk.
Hotch looked up from his file when he heard his door slam and once he seen the 'if-looks-could-kill-you'd-be-dead' look on Emily's face he knew his day was about to get a whole lot worse.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" she shouted the second she came to stand over his desk.
Hotch looked at her in shock. He had no recollection of saying or doing any think to piss Emily Prentiss off... he knew better... but he also knew that if he said that he'd leave this office slightly less of a man than when he entered.
"I wasn't thinking?" he tried, not wanting to anger her any more than she was already.
"Damn right you weren't!" she exclaimed.
Now Hotch was panicking. Of course it didn't look like this on the outside, but on the inside he'd gone into melt down trying to think of what the hell he'd done. He finally decided to bite the bullet and just ask.
"What exactly is it that I've done?" he said carefully, not wanting to blow up the whole situation.
"WHAT!" she shouted. "More like what haven't you done?"
Oh damn... not only was Hotch now completely confused but he was in serious shit unless he found out what the hell he'd done and put it right.
"Look Em, as angry as you are at me for whatever I've done, you're going to need to tell me what it is I've done in order for me to apologise." He explained.
Emily sighed and sat down in one of Hotch's chairs before shooting him an angry look.
"You really don't know?!" she asked, in pure disgust at his lack of recollection at what he could have done.
"No I really don't!" He stated plainly.
"Remember last night... when I was at Garcia's with her and JJ?" Emily asked.
"Uh... yea." Hotch said, not really knowing where this conversation was leading.
"Right well did you get any phone calls during that time?" she asked again.
"Uh yea I got two... one from Dave wanting to know did I want to come over for a drink, but I said no because I was looking after Jack and one from... Oh shit!" Hotch exclaimed.
Now he knew why his fiancée wanted his head on a stick... Oh hell he'd screwed up this time!
"Oh shit is right Aaron... what the HELL were you thinking?!" she said, making gestures with her arms as she spoke.
"Uh... I don't know... I'm so sorry Emily." He said... for the first time losing his cool, now that he'd realised just how badly he'd screwed up.
"Damn it Aaron I wasn't ready to tell her yet!" Emily sighed exasperated.
"Well it's been three months... I mean much longer and she would have guessed!"
"I know, I know, but I was going to tell her at the dinner she was having next month so she couldn't give me the lecture." Emily sighed again.
"Emily she's your mother... she deserves to know before the dinner." Aaron said, trying to defend his actions.
"You've obviously never had the 'don't-get-pregnant-outside-marriage-lecture' with your mother then." Emily complained.
"Well seeing as I'm a man that would have been a pretty weird conversation to have with my mother." He replied, breaking out a dimple as he did.
"Oh ha ha... very funny." She said, also smiling. "I'm being serious; she's coming down next week to talk about the WEDDING!"
"WHAT?!" Aaron said. "I mean I do want to marry you sweetheart but... we're not getting married yet... I'm sorry."
"That's exactly what I said, but she's insistent that I get married before the baby comes so as not to ruin her image." Emily said, trying her best not to burst into tears... damn hormones!
"Don't worry sweetheart I'll talk to her and sort all this mess out." Said Hotch soothingly, reaching over and stroking Emily's hand as he said it.
"You better... I'm not getting married before I'm ready... pregnant or not." Emily huffed.
Hotch smiled. She'd gone from psychotic rage to childish in less than ten minutes which he thought was adorable... not that he'd ever say that to her, she really would kill him then!
"Don't worry I will." He soothed. "And I really am sorry for saying it." He apologised again.
"Don't worry, I suppose I still love you." She said with a smile and a wink, as she stood up.
"Ah good, I couldn't really be bothered finding someone else to fall in love with... I mean I done ok with you I guess." He said also smiling as he stood up, before leaning over and giving her a quick kiss.
"Wow" Garcia said as she seen Emily leave Hotch's office.
"Yea no blood on her clothes." Dave commented.
"Huh... maybe she's really good at cleaning." Morgan guessed.
This caused JJ to snort with laughter.
"Believe me it's not that... After Henry was born she tried to help me clean my house a couple of times before I finally banned her because she put on a wash and turned all Will's white shirt's a greeny yellow colour... and the weird part is there was nothing other than white clothes in the wash?!" JJ said.
"How the hell did she manage that... you know what I don't think I want to know." Morgan said in an amused tone.
"Well I won then." Reid said. "I'm the only one who thought Hotch wouldn't die so hand over your money." He said with a smile.
The rest of the team grumbled as they each handed over a twenty to Reid, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"You weren't actually betting I'd kill him were you?" Emily asked, having seen and heard the conversation from when she left Hotch's office.
"Uh... please don't kill us?" Morgan pleaded in mock fear.
"Hey I'm hormonal and I carry a gun so don't go there Morgan." Emily said looking suddenly furious.
With this Morgan went a shade paler and found he suddenly wanted coffee, running off to the coffee machine.
Once he was gone a huge smile spread across Emily's face.
"Oh that was mean, scaring my chocolate god like that." Garcia scolded. "I like it." She added with a smile.
"I know so did I... it was fun. If he stays this scared of me for the next six months things could get interesting." Emily said with a little laugh before going back to her work.
Finished... tell me what you thought =)