This story was originally written for the Valentine Gift Exchange, Chit Chat on Author's Corner.
Song; You and Me by Lifehouse
Cinnamon Candy Hearts
S.A.D. (Singles Appreciation Day)
It's the only T rated story I've ever written. Hope you enjoy. Please read and review.
"So what do you have planned for Valentine's Day Princess?" Derek Morgan asked, settling himself on the edge of SSA Emily Prentiss' desk.
Looking up at him, she snorted. "Let me guess. You've got a date with a Valentine Honey?"
"You know it. So what about you? Who's your special Valentine?"
Resisting the urge to glance up at the catwalk, Emily smirked at her handsome fellow agent. "I don't participate in this Hallmark Holiday. I'll be spending S.A.D alone. In my hot tub."
"Sad?" Derek repeated, frowning at her.
"Not 'sad' Morgan. S.A.D." Reid chimed in. "Singles Awareness or Appreciation Day. It's a humorous response to Valentine's Day. An opportunity for single people to celebrate their singleness. To show those in a relationship that you don't need to be in a couple to celebrate life. In South Korea there is also Black Day which is celebrated on…."
"Thanks Reid." Derek interrupted him. "Sounds like an excuse made up by people who can't get a date on Valentine's Day."
Above them on the catwalk, Hotch paused to leaf through a file, casually eavesdropping on the agents below him.
"Hard to believe a beautiful woman like Prentiss can't get a date on Valentine's Day."
"What's that Dave?" Hotch asked, turning over the piece of paper he was perusing, struggling to appear uninterested.
"I said, it's pretty hard to believe someone as beautiful as Emily doesn't have a date on Valentine's Day." Dave Rossi repeated, staring down at the group in the bullpen. "I have half a mind to ask her out myself. So what about you? What are you're plans for the Holiday?"
Hotch closed the file and turned to look at his friend and coworker, the classic "Hotch stare" on his face. "It's just Monday for me Dave. I'm going to finish up these files and go home."
"Not doing anything with Jack?"
"He's with Jessica tonight. She's taking him to a Valentine Party at the Recreation Center near her house. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to work on this file." The tall man turned and walked into his office.
Aaron Hotchner tossed the file absent mindedly on his desk and sank into his desk chair. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed heavily. Shaking off thoughts of a lonely Valentine's Day and a beautiful Agent Prentiss, he reached for the file again. Picking it up, his hand froze in midair. There in the middle of the desk lay a baggy filled with red candy hearts. He hadn't noticed it before when he'd tossed the file on the desk. Picking it up, he tossed it up and down in his hand. He recognized the candies as Cinnamon Candy hearts. The baggy was tied with a red bow and there was a note attached. Pulling off the note he read;
Tu sei una stella. Gradisco voi di più e più, mio amore vietato, Sto cadendo nell'amore con voi, la mia stella brillante! Voglio vederti stasera. Siete la mia aria. *
Dave Rossi glanced up as Aaron walked into his office. "Very funny Dave. But what does it say?"
"What does what say Aaron?"
"The note, attached to the candies. It's in Italian."
"Let me see it." Dave said, holding out his hand. Taking the note, he read it, a smirk playing across his lips.
"What?" Hotch demanded.
"Well, Aaron." Dave said slowly. "I like you very much, but you are definitely not my 'shining star' or my 'forbidden love' and I know for a fact I'm not falling in love with you."
"That's what it says?" Aaron asked, his eyebrow rising in surprise.
"Pretty much. Oh and whoever wrote it would like to see you tonight."
"Well who could have written it?" Aaron asked, his lips turning down in a frown.
"And you call yourself a profiler." Dave teased. "Who beside me in the BAU speaks Italian?"
"No." Hotch whispered, shaking his head.
"Why no? I've seen how you look at her when you think no one's looking. You can't tell me you're not attracted to her." Dave's voice softened. "Aaron. Haley's been gone over a year now. And I'm sure she didn't expect you to live out the rest of your life like some celibate monk. She wants to see you. I say go for it."
"She's my subordinate, Dave." Hotch muttered. "There are rules."
"Oh fuck the rules Aaron. You deserve some fun and happiness in your life. And from the sound of this note, she's offering it."
Still shaking his head, Aaron took the note back and left Dave's office.
Dave listened until he heard the other Agent's office door close. Picking up the phone he quickly punched in a number.
"The idea is planted. He thinks the note is from her." He paused for a moment. "Oh yeah. He's thinking. Call me back when phase two has been completed."
Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia typed quickly and hit send before turning around to face Emily, her lip pouting. "So you're just going to sit in your hot tub alone? On Valentine's Day?"
"That's the plan."
"That's so sad, Emily."
The dark haired woman shrugged her shoulders. "It is what it is, Pen. I could sit around thinking "I'm single. This sucks" or I could pamper myself. I choose to pamper myself."
Penelope frowned, seeming unconvinced.
"Don't worry about me." Emily reassured her. "I have candles and a bottle of champagne. And the view from my hot tub is spectacular. I'll be fine. Now tell me, what do you and Kevin have planned?"
"Well." Penelope smiled cheerfully. "We were going to go out, but as you know, with Kevin, money is tight. So I'm cooking a romantic dinner at home. Steak, pasta, candles, the whole shebang."
"That sounds wonderful. I'm sure you'll have an amazing time. Well," Emily sighed, "I have a few more files I have to finish before I leave. Don't want Hotch jumping all over me. Talk to you later."
"Okay Emily. See you later." Penelope turned and typed rapidly on her keyboard.
Derek Morgan was just settling back in his seat when his phone beeped signaling a message. He opened it and read;
She's on her way back. Do you have it?
He smiled to himself as he typed his reply;
Garcia picked up her phone and dialed. "He has it." She paused for a moment. "Well we can only hope. I call Kevin when Phase 3 is in place." Pausing again, she chuckled evilly. "Well he doesn't WANT to do it, but he will."
Emily signed her name with a flourish and leaned back in her seat. Gathering up the files, she reached into her drawer to pull out her purse.
"Heading out?" Derek asked, turning to watch her as she rummaged in her bag.
"Yep. Just as soon as I run these files up to Hotch." Frowning at the interior of her bag, Emily turned to scan the surface of her desk.
"Looking for something?"
Opening and closing her desk drawers, Emily frowned and stared at her desk again. "Yeah. My Blackberry. I could have sworn it was in my purse. Maybe I left it in Pen's office. I'll ask her on my way out." Pulling on her coat, she grabbed the files and headed up towards the stairs to Hotch's office. "Have fun with your Valentine Honey."
"Oh you know I will, Princess." Derek laughed.
"Come in." Hotch glanced up as Emily Prentiss entered his office.
"All done." She said, handing the files to him.
"Thanks." He took them and set them to the side on his desk. "So you heading out? What do you have planned for this Valentine's Day?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Just a date with my hot tub. What about you?"
Gesturing towards his desk, he smirked. "An exciting evening of paperwork." Watching her reaction carefully, he grabbed the baggy of candy and held it up. "Cinnamon heart?"
Emily stared at him, confused for a moment, before she laughed nervously. "Sure." Reaching into the bag, she took a small handful. "Thanks. You know you spend way to much time here, Hotch. You should get out and do something for yourself once and a while."
"Something for myself." He repeated, staring at her with a small smirk on his face. "Maybe I'll do that, Prentiss. Maybe I will."
Emily smiled back at her boss, a little mystified by his behavior. "Well, have a good night, Hotch."
"You too, Emily." He called after her.
"No. I haven't seen it, Em. I'm sorry." Penelope said sadly.
"That's okay. I can't imagine what could have happened to it. Well if you see it, just hang on to it and I'll get it tomorrow."
"Okay Sweetie. You have a nice evening."
Derek Morgan leaned back in his chair and watched as Emily Prentiss exited the glass double doors and made her way to the elevator. Getting up he walked across the bullpen to Garcia's tiny office. "Here you go, Baby girl." He said, reaching in his pocket and passing the Blackberry over. "Do you really think this is going to work?"
"It might." She smiled impishly. Picking up the phone she dialed a number. "She's on her way home."
Hotch leaned back in his chair, grabbing a handful of Cinnamon hearts, he tossed them in his mouth. He had hoped when he had offered her the candy there would have been some kind of "tell", something to give away what she was thinking. But there had been nothing. Pushing aside the tantalizing idea of sharing a hot tub with the beautiful Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner grabbed another file and began reading.
"Drop that file and go Aaron." Dave Rossi leaned casually against the door frame of Hotch's office. "You know you want to. Just go."
'It's highly inappropriate, Dave." Aaron said, closing the file he'd been working on and setting it aside. "You're going to stand there and bother me until I leave, aren't you?"
"You know me so well, Aaron."
"Fine. I'll leave. But I'm going home Dave."
"Coward." Dave muttered, following Aaron down the stairs and across the bullpen.
*You are a star. I like you more and more, my forbidden love. I am falling in love with you, my shining star. I want to see you tonight. You are my air.