At The Bar

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Summary: Emily wanders into a bar and sees Hotch with another woman and doesn't like that...

A/N: So here's another series of one-shots. This one revolves around being at a bar. This will be a three shot.

I was previously asked by an anonymous reviewer if I'll be supporting Jeanne Tripplehorns' character. I have nothing against the actress, that being said I am and always will be a Emily Prentiss fan. I just don't think I could write for another character. Hope that answers any questions.

Thanks for reading, I do hope you leave a review...

Eckhart Tolle said, "Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath."

Emily stepped into the bar, she looked around and paused when her eyes landed on him. Aaron Hotchner.

He was here at their bar with another woman. A blonde to boot.

As if the sting of rejection didn't hurt bad enough, he had to be there at this bar with another woman.

Not just any woman but a younger, gorgeous blonde. That did it, that just did it for her.

She wasn't going to lose it, not here. Not in front of him and his blonde.

Emily strolled casually to the bar, ignoring the two at the table. Not like they had even seen her, Emily snorted at that.

Turning her attention towards them, she could see the blonde lean into Hotch talking low as the two laughed quietly.

She rolled her eyes at that, her stomach tightened in anger. She counted to ten in her head to ward off her temper, not that it helped at all.

All she wanted was to pick up the pool cue on the table next to them and beat the blonde with it until she felt better.

Instead she turned around to look at the young bartender in front of her, he had his eyes directly on her.

"What can I get you?" the young man said, "Miss?"

"Prentiss, Emily Prentiss" Emily replied, "Tequila."

"Oh would you like it mixed into a Mojito or a Margarita?" the man asked.

"Just the Tequila" Emily said throwing some money on the bar, she turned her head to look over at Hotch and the woman.

"So what brings a pretty little lady like you in here?" the bartender asked.

"This little lady's looking for answers" Emily said looking over her shoulder to see the blonde eye her and lean into talk to Hotch.

Emily turned her attention back to the young bartender and an idea hit her, she grinned when he looked at her.

"Will there be anything else?" the bartender asked walking back over to her, he leaned in, "That man over at the table is looking at you."

'Good' Emily thought as she leaned in, saying loud enough for Hotch to hear, "What time do you get off?"

"In an hour, why?" the young man said smiling, "I'm Michael."

"Emily" Emily repeated not sure if he remembered, "Well I was wondering if you'd like to..."

"Emily?" Hotch said walking up to her as she picked up her drink, "What are you doing here?"

Emily turned around, her elbow resting on the bar, "Well this is a bar, so obviously having a drink and talking to my potential new date, Michael here."

Hotch's eyes shot over to the young bartender, he could see that the younger man was an attractive enough man. But Hotch did not like the way that Emily was eyeing him.

"You're what?" Hotch repeated grasping her by the arm leading her away from the bar, and the bartender, "What are you really doing here?"

"I'm here to have some fun" Emily said looking over at the bartender, then over to Hotch's blonde, "Looks like I'm not the only one. Who's your friend?"

Hotch turned around to look at the his companion then back at Emily, "You knew tonight was my night out."

Emily raised an eyebrow as she made her way over to the bar, sipping her drink, "And I didn't know you were going to be here. Then I wouldn't be seeing you entertain your little 'friend' over there. There are plenty of other bars, why come to this one?"

"Because I like the atmosphere" Hotch replied an eye roll, "Is this what this is really about? Me out here with another woman? And you don't like it."

Emily sighed as she turned back around tapping her glass on the counter, "Mikey, refill."

Michael walked back over, pouring her drink and giving her a smile.

Emily turned around, "You're a big boy, you can do whoever you like. It's not my business what you do, just like why I'm here isn't yours."

"Is that true?" Hotch asked rubbing his hand over the back of his head.

Emily held up her glass, "Believe it or not Hotch, not everything in this world revolves around you."

Emily slammed back her drink, hissing, "I really should have done the lick-sip-suck thing."

Hotch raised an eyebrow, "All right, Emily. But this little show you're doing, it's obviously about you being pissed off."

"It's my first night out after one really bad year, Hotch" Emily said picking up her newly refilled glass, "And even I deserve a break."

Emily slammed the drink on the bar "Keep it coming, Michael."

Hotch sighed, as she turned her back away from him he looked over to the blonde who muttered, "This sounds like it's going to be an interesting night."

Hotch sat down at his table turning around he saw Emily leaning on the bar giving him a challenging look.

Emily wandered over, taking a seat next to the blonde, "Hi, I'm Emily Prentiss. I work with Hotch at the BAU."

"Emily..." Hotch said warningly.

"I've got this" the blonde said, "I'm Claire. And may I ask why I've got daggers from you, for the last ten minutes?"

Emily smiled, as she looked over at the bartender, "Mikey, three Tequilas, por favor" turning back to Claire, "Oh dear, the daggers weren't directed at you... they were at Hotch here..."

"Why?" Claire asked looking from Hotch to Emily, "Aaron?"

Hotch picked up his beer bottle, sipping it as he avoided both women's eyes.

"Aaron?" Emily said with a raised eyebrow, "And how do you and Aaron here know each other?"

"Back from our college days" Claire said, turning to Hotch, "Aaron, what's going on?"

Emily turned her attention to Hotch as Michael placed the Tequila shots on the table, "Thank you, sweetie."

"You're welcome." Michael replied smiling at the brunette before looking at Claire and Hotch who was glaring at the bartender.

"So has Aaron" Emily said looking over at Hotch, "Told you that he was an integral part in faking my death?"

"No" Claire said eyes widening, "Faked your death?"

"Yes, it seems my time at the JTF-12 left a really bad guy pissed off" Emily whispered dramatically, "The guy went... a little nuts and tried to killed me a couple of times."

"Emily..." Hotch said, his eyes closing briefly as the image of Emily being carted off into an ambulance played in his mind.

"Wow" Claire said looking from Emily to Hotch with wide eyes, "He did not tell me that."

"Well, Aaron here is pretty guarded. Protective of the ones he cares about" Emily said getting up as she smiled at Claire, "Nice to meet you."

Hotch watched as Emily walked back over to the bar, openly flirting with the young bartender.

"You really should talk to her, Aaron" Claire said, "And I'm not just talking as a shrink, I'm talking as your friend. That woman has strong feelings for you and she has a really bad way of showing them."

Hotch sighed, "No, she's just trying to scare you off. I'm sorry."

Claire looked over at the bar, seeing Emily lean on her elbows as she spoke to the young bartender.

"You really should talk to her" Claire repeated looking at his face, "I know you've got feelings for her as well. She's the one right? The one when we spoke about back in March?"

Hotch sighed, looking over his shoulder getting more annoyed by the passing minute, "Yeah she's the one."

Hotch subconsciously clenched his fists when he saw the way Michael leaned into Emily as they spoke. Getting up from his spot he walked over to her, giving the younger man a look that made him back away.

"Was that really necessary?" Emily asked watching Michael go to the back of the bar, "Where the hell is he going?"

"Probably to change his pants" Hotch said smugly, "You really wanted to do this here?"

Emily turned to look at him, "What, go out and have a good time on my night off? Yes."

Hotch sighed, "You know that's not what I'm talking about, so quit avoiding the subject."

Looking around the bar she said, "You know this bar holds important memories for me? Right over there is where Garcia, JJ and I busted this guy using the ruse of being a FBI agent to pick up women. I think his name was Brad."

Hotch chuckled lightly at that, "Fake FBI agent?"

"Mm hmm" Emily said taking a sip of her beer, "For our girls' night out" she sighed, "Now we hardly do that anymore."

"I know a lot has changed since you've..." Hotch trailed off, "But time will fix it."

"I know that" Emily said, "Me and the girls are fine. Reid's opening up more and Morgan was the first one to forgive me outside of Dave, but you've changed since my return."

"I've changed?" Hotch asked, surprised.

"You were the one that told the team not to blame me or JJ" Emily said, "You took responsibility for everything, and opened up to me about Jack, and seemed to form on something like that."

Biting her lip, "You seemed almost like... like you wanted this to be something more than just friendship. You've been acting like I was it, the one. But then I see you with her, and now... God. You know what, just forget about it."

Emily turned to walk away, to leave the bar and him with Claire when he grabbed her arm, "Don't go."

He turned her around, "You were right."

"Don't" Emily said looking down, "This was a stupid idea to begin with. I should've never even come here. Stupid me, taking chances. They never work out, the last several months told me that..."

Hotch grabbed on to her shoulders, "Don't ever say that. Taking chances is always a risk. It's better than always wondering what if... What if I did this, what if I didn't do that."

"What if, I made a big ass out of myself in front of two complete strangers?" Emily said looking over at Claire "And brought up the worst time in my life to warn off someone who means a lot to you."

Hotch moved his hands from her shoulder down to her elbows pulling her in, "Then it's worth the risk, if the other person feels the same in the end."

"But you don't..." Emily trailed off softly, "All we ever will be are friends."

Hotch moved his hand up to her cheek, "Don't think you know how I feel because you don't Emily. You have no idea how I feel..."

Hotch leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips as he pulled back he seen the shocked but small smile on her face.

"Does that tell you anything?" Hotch said kissing her nose, "Don't you know that it's always only been you?"

Emily bit her lower lip, as she looked up at Hotch, "That you like me?"

Hotch grinned, "I like you, I really really like you."

Emily laughed as she buried her head, "God you must think I'm some kind of a nut."

"Oh the crazy ones are always the most fun" Hotch teased, "But I wouldn't want it any other way, except..."

As she pulled back she raised an eyebrow at him, "Except for what?"

"I don't ever want to see you throw yourself at twenty-three year old bartender" Hotch said, "Especially ones that work here."

"Why?" Emily asked teasingly.

"Because we'll have to find a new bar when that Michael kid comes up to work looking like he'd been run over by a freight train" Hotch told her looking her in the eyes.

As the door to the back of the bar opened, Michael saw Hotch with Emily and lowered his eyes walking to the bar ignoring the two.

"Don't worry, I think you've officially scared Michael into staying away from me" Emily said seeing Hotch smirk at that, "I don't even think he'd pour my drink without his hands shaking."

Hotch chuckled, "Good then I've done my job."

Turning back to his table, "Hey, where'd your friend go?" Emily asked.

"She wanted us to talk" Hotch said seeing her quirk her eyebrow, "She's just a friend who I go to for advice sometimes."

"Guess I scared the hell out of her, huh?" Emily said blushing.

"Just a little..." Hotch told her, "But hey if it's for me, I guess I can't really complain."

Hotch pulled her into a kiss, as he wrapped his arms around her as she kissed his neck.

"Want to get out of here?" Emily asked softly.

"Hell yes" Hotch said rushing for the door, as he flashed the young bartender another glare before he left the bar.

"If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?" Sydney J. Harris

To Be Continued...

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