Bittersweet pt. 1

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A/N: Babes, if you have ANY one shots ideas for me, please don't hesitate to comment or DM me your ideas. I'm open to anything, and I don't want to run out of ideas either.

"You've got to be shitting me." Emily said with a sigh as her partner placed three more case files on her desk.

"Sorry, Emily." Clyde shrugged.

Emily opened the new files and looked through them. "When were they found?" She asked.

"Henry Bridger was found four days ago, Percy Evans was found two days ago, and Daniel Parker was found less than twelve hours ago. All were found dead in allies outside of gay bars." Clyde sat down in his desk chair next to Emily.

The brunette looked up at her partner with a confused expression. "Why are we just hearing about Bridger today if he was found four days ago?"

Clyde sat up a bit, leaning forward as if to tell Emily a secret. "Because he was found in Atlanta, Georgia." He said quietly.

    Emily's eyes grew wide. "Are you serious?"

    "I heard that McAllister brought in the BAU from the states after the third murder there."

    It had always been a dream of Emily's to work at the BAU one day; and it was doable because of her dual citizenship. She'd been working for Interpol for about five years, and she loved it. But it didn't feel like the best fit for her. However, she'd never admit that to her team, especially Clyde who had helped her when she first joined and showed her London. "No way. Are they bringing the entire BAU over?"

    "I'm not sure."

    As if McAllister had read their minds, he came up to the two agents. "Prentiss. Easter. Come with me." He said before turning on his heels.

    Emily and Clyde stood up and followed their superior to his office. When they walked in, Emily saw two tall men with their backs to them. McAllister closed the door behind them. "Senior Agents Emily Prentiss and Clyde Easter," McAllister said sitting down in his chair. The two other agents stood up and turned. "meet Supervisory Special Agents Jason Gideon and Aaron Hotchner with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit."

    When Emily heard that name, she felt her heart stop (and not in a good way). The two BAU agents turned and Emily was met with a pair of cold dark brown eyes. The last time she saw Aaron was when she had just turned eighteen, and she didn't remember him in a very positive light. He looked different now. He was more handsome and built, but the bags under his eyes suggested he was severely overworked.

    The man next to him was quite a bit older than Aaron. He had short dark brown hair and shorter than Aaron as well. The shorter Agent gave Clyde and Emily a polite smile and nod.

    As Aaron turned around, he felt a lump form in his throat. The last time he saw her, he was twenty-three and fresh out of the FBI academy. He had been assigned security clearance for Emily's mother as his first assignment. He remembered her then. She dressed a lot more revealing then, but now she was completely different, at least physically. Emily curled hair had been cut to her shoulders, and she wore significantly less makeup. She was dressed professionally in a white half sleeve shirt tucked into black dress pants and heeled boots.

    Aaron would be lying to himself if he didn't find her attractive then, but now, she exuded a power that made her more confident and flat out sexy. However, her most memorable attribute was her attitude. While he worked for her mother, Emily had made it her mission to make his time their a living hell. Within weeks, she knew exactly what annoyed him and how to annoy him the most.

He found it difficult to look away from the beautiful brunette in front of him. He came crashing back to reality by Emily's voice. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Gideon." She said with a smile, shaking Gideon's hand.

    "Likewise." Gideon responded with a small smile.

    "Nice to meet you, Agent Hotchner." Emily said with a slightly smaller smile, trying to remain professional. This didn't go unnoticed by Gideon or Clyde for that matter. They exchanged a quick glance at one another.

    Aaron shook Emily's small hand. Her skin was smooth to the touch and sent a chill down his spine. "Hotch is fine." He said coldly.

    "Now that we've made nice, I'd like you two to catch up Agents Hotchner and Gideon on our cases, and they will do the same." McAllister said leading them out of his office and to a conference room where there were several pictures of folders of the UK cases.

    "Thank you, Chief McAllister." Aaron said as he closed the door, placing several files on the table. "Let's get started."

    Clyde cleared his throat, standing up a bit. "Percy Evans was killed two nights ago." He began. "He was found in an ally outside of a gay bar."

    "The M.E. report says that he was strangled to death, but there were no ligature marks on his neck. Meaning he was killed directly by the assailant." Emily said pointing to the M.E. and crime scene photos.

    "Our three victims were killed with the exact same MO." Gideon said. "This suggests the unsub is methodical, and has some sort of military training."

    "Unsub?" Emily asked crossing her arms.

    "It's what we call the unknown subject who's committed a crime." Aaron says coldly.

    "Oh." Emily nods, feeling the awkward tension in the air.

    Aaron turns back towards the board. "Our first and second victims were killed almost a week apart. The second and third were only killed two days apart." He said looking at their case files.

     "And our two victims were only killed a day apart." Clyde said.

    "The shortened time between the murders suggests he's devolving. And fast. We have to figure out what his endgame is before he kills more people." Gideon says placing his hands on his hips.

    "But why would he come over to the UK?" Clyde asks.

    "To avoid detection from us?" Aaron asked crossing his arms.

    "No, that's not it. The killed in different states to avoid raising any flags. He's determined. He wouldn't have come here unless he had a personal reason. His endgame is here." Emily said furrowing her brow.

    "How are we going to narrow down the suspect pool?" Clyde asked.

    "Compare witness statements for now." Gideon said.

    "Agent Prentiss." Aaron said looking at Emily with a serious look. "May I speak with you privately?"

    Emily simply nodded as her partner and Gideon left the room, closing the door behind them. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked.

    "You've certainly made a name for yourself." He said crossing his arms.

    Emily scoffs and looks off in the distance for a moment before looking down. "Yeah. No thanks to you."

    "Excuse me?" He furrowed his brow.

    "You really don't remember?"

    "Please, enlighten me."

    Emily took a few steps closer to him, not caring that her partner and Agent Gideon were watching through the other side. "You were the one who told me I'd never make it to the FBI because of my attitude. I opened up to you about something personal, and you completely invalidated me. You have no idea what you did to my self esteem then."

    For a brief moment, Emily could've sworn she saw remorse or guilt in his eyes, but they quickly glazed over with a wave of coldness. He shifted slightly. "It seems that not much has changed."

    Emily's rage boiled inside of her. She took even more steps towards Aaron. They were now less than a foot apart. She could feel his breath. She bit her bottom lip in frustration, and Aaron couldn't help but stare at this action. "Let's get one thing straight, Agent Hotchner." The brunette woman hissed. "I will work with you on this case, but after that, I will never work with you again."

    Aaron leaned in closer, his brow still furrowed. "Agreed."

    And with that, Emily left the room. She was walking so fast, her hair blew slightly past her shoulders. As she walked to her desk, Clyde caught up to her. "Is there some history between you and Agent Hotchner that I don't know about?" He asked as they walked to the lounge to get some coffee.

    Emily grabbed two cups and waited for the coffee to finish brewing. She let out a sigh as she leaned against the counter and bit her lip. "He used to work for my mother when I was eighteen." She began.

    "And?" He asked with a raised brow.

    "He was always so rude to me. After months of what I thought was trust and a possible friendship, he totally broke me down. I told him I wanted to work for the FBI, and he said I wouldn't make it because of my attitude."

    "Are you serious?"

    "Unfortunately." Emily said pouring the coffee. She handed Clyde his mug of black coffee as she added creamer to hers. "Maybe he was right. I never did end up applying to the FBI academy."

    "That's because you were afraid of what your mum would say. You're twenty-three for God's sake. You went to Yale. And you still have plenty of time to prove this bloke wrong. Don't let him get in your head."

    Emily nodded in agreement as they headed back to their desks to work. As she sat back down, she looked at Aaron through the blinds of the conference room. "What an asshole." She said shaking her head before looking through the files in front of her.

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