A/N: Happy pride month my girls, gays and theys (and everything in between)!🏳️🌈 You are all incredible individuals who deserve everything the world has to offer you. Enjoy part 2 my lovelies!
After a grueling five days, they had finally solved the case. Aaron and Gideon's profile turned out to be correct, and they caught the unsub, who turned out to be twenty-nine year old William Smith, attempting to kill his father. His father sent him to conversion therapy for three years when William came out as gay to his father. It was a sad story, but regardless of his background, it didn't justify how he chose to deal with his trauma.
"Finally done." Emily sighed leaning back in her chair. She closed her report.
"Same here." Clyde said holding up a folder.
"Want me to give these to McAllister?" The brunette asked standing up.
"Sure."
Emily took the report from her partner's hand and walked to her boss's office. She gave a small knock before peeking in. "Sir, I have Easter and I's case reports." Emily said holding up the reports.
McAllister held out his hand. Emily handed them to her chief. "Thank you, Agent Prentiss." He said with a small smile.
"Have a good night, sir." Emily said with a friendly nod.
As she walked back to her desk, she saw Clyde talking to Aaron and Gideon. Her breath hitched as her eyes met Aaron's for a moment. He and Gideon then walked away as Emily approached her partner. "What was that about?" She asked looking to Aaron and Gideon.
"I asked them if they wanted to join us for drinks at the pub." Clyde shrugged innocently.
Emily let out an annoyed sigh. "Clyde, why did you do that? You know how I feel about being around Aaron."
"Maybe this will be a good opportunity to get along with him a bit more?"
Emily rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Fine. Two hours, then I'm out. And you're driving me home" She grabbed her blazer and threw it over her shoulder.
"That's my girl." Clyde smiled, patting Emily's shoulder. He knew that when he said he was driving, that meant she was going to drink a lot.
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The three agents all periodically arrived at the Queen's Tavern around 9:30pm. Gideon had decided to take a rain check. They were all enjoying their beers; Emily however had moved onto something a little harder to help her get through the night. While Clyde had stopped at one beer, both Emily and Aaron had began taking shots of tequila. Emily came back with two shots, both of which she downed. She winced slightly at the bitter taste.
Emily took off her blazer and let her hair out of her ponytail. She stumbled a bit, falling onto Clyde slightly and giving him a drunken smile. "I'm going to go dance. Wanna join?" She asked looking back and forth between the two men.
"I'm ok." Aaron said with a flat smile. It surprised Clyde how well the American agent could hold his liquor.
"Likewise." Clyde responded with a small chuckle.
"Your loss." Emily said brushing by Aaron's shoulder.
Both men watched Emily step out onto the dance floor and began to dance. As Emily began to swing her hips to the beat of the music, Clyde shook his head and chuckled. "Does she do this after every case?" Aaron asked.
"No. She rarely does this. Only when she has a really bad day." Clyde shrugged.
Aaron simply nodded as he watched Emily dance. After about an hour of dancing, a guy came up behind Emily and placed his hands on her hips. He quickly began grinding against her. The brunette immediately turned around and furrowed her brow. This didn't go unnoticed by Aaron and Clyde, but they watched for a moment just to see if she really needed their help. The music was too loud for them to hear her. "What the hell?!" Emily shouted, shoving his hands away.
"Aww, come on now, love!" The guy said smugly. He was more drunk than Emily, if that was even possible. But in this moment, she was completely sober. "I just want to dance with you."
"I didn't ask you to dance with me." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Your arse said otherwise." He said peeking over to look at Emily's ass.
Emily slaps his shoulder, redirecting his focus. "Hey, my eyes are up here!"
The man grabbed Emily's wrist. "Come on, love. Just one dance."
Clyde saw a darkness grow in Emily's eyes. He knew this would end with the guy on the floor bleeding most likely. He quickly jumped off his seat and made his way through the crowd to his partner. "She's not interested." Clyde said coldly.
"And who are you?" He asked with disgust.
"I'm her partner. She works with Interpol, and I suggest you let her go before being charged with assaulting of an Agent."
The man scoffed and let go of Emily's wrist, disappearing into the crowd. Clyde turned back towards his partner and led her away from the dance floor. "Are you ok, Emily?" He asked with his hand on her shoulder.
Emily nodded. "Yeah, I'm ok. Thanks." She said with a flat smile.
"I think we should get you back to your flat now." Clyde said grabbing her blazer.
Emily let out a disappointed sigh but nodded. She grabbed her purse and blazer and threw it over her shoulder. "Mind if I get a ride back to my hotel?" Aaron asked.
"Not at all. Come on, mate." Clyde said and the three agents watched out the door.
The car ride was silent for the most part. A few sighs here and there from the agents, but they hardly spoke a word to each other. The car eventually stopped in front of Emily's flat building. "Are we here already?" Emily asked looking around.
"Yep. Let's get you inside and in bed." Clyde said opening Emily's door.
Aaron got out of the car as well. "I can take her to her apartment. My hotel is only five minutes away." Aaron offered.
"Are you sure?" Clyde asked.
"Yeah. I got her." Aaron nodded gently grabbing Emily's shoulders.
"Her flat number is forty-seven on the fourth floor."
Aaron simply nodded before putting his hand on the small of Emily's back, leading her up to her apartment. This didn't go unnoticed by Clyde or Emily, but Emily didn't think much of it due to her intoxication. The whole walk up to her apartment, Emily was giggling like a six year old. Aaron shook his head, and he couldn't help but grin.
Once they reached her apartment, Emily fumbled through her bag for her keys. She unlocked her door, and Aaron looked around at her large apartment. She walked over to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of caramel colored liquid Aaron could only assume it was whiskey. He quickly rushed over to her and took the glass from her hand before she had the chance to take a sip. "Let's get you some water instead." He said pouring the whiskey back into the bottle. He filled the glass with water and handed it to her.
She turned her nose up at it like a little kid refusing to eat their vegetables. "I don't want it." She pouted.
"Emily, come on." Aaron sighed trying not to get annoyed. "It'll help you."
The brunette woman looked at the glass for a moment before taking it from his hand. She drank it all and set the glass down. "You know, you're not so bad once you get a couple drinks in you." Emily smirked.
"I could say the same about you." Aaron replied.
Emily hopped off the stool she'd been sitting on. She took a couple steps closer to Aaron. "You know, I've always thought you were rather handsome." She said in a low voice looking through her dark lashes.
It was a known fact that alcohol made people tell the truth, regardless of how it would effect the other person. But for Emily, this was even more true. She had even ruined a relationship because of it. It was not a secret that Emily enjoyed to drink, but she rarely drank this heavily. But this was a rare case.
As much as Aaron knew he had to step back, his feet remained stationary. He let Emily get closer to him. They were now less than six inches apart. He could smell the tequila in her breath, and she could smell the beer in his. He caught her glancing down at his lips as she bit her own.
When she looked back up, they both had the same dark look in their eyes. Then Emily grabbed Aaron's tie, crashing their lips together. At first Aaron didn't know what to think of this. Days before, he had despised the brunette agent. He found her almost unbearable and bossy, and their past definitely effected his overall judgment of her. But when they were at the bar, he saw a side of Emily that he found almost mesmerizing.
Aaron found himself kissing Emily back, tasting the strong liquor on her lips. He found himself grabbing her small waist to pull her closer to his body. Her hands made their way to his face then to his hair, where she gently began tugging at it, eliciting a groan from Aaron. He felt her smile through their kiss.
Before he could object, Emily had managed to push off his suit jacket. She felt his hands go underneath her shirt and brush against her soft skin. Aaron could feel her pushing him backwards until his back hit the wall. Aaron quickly flipped Emily over so her back was against the wall. She chuckled as she began to unbutton his shirt.
Aaron didn't want it to end, but he knew he had to. Emily was drunk to the point where she probably wouldn't remember anything. And he didn't want to take advantage of her. In his mind, he knew this was wrong; but in his heart, kissing Emily felt right.
Aaron decided to go with his head, knowing it would benefit the both of them in the end. He pulled away from Emily's lips, looking at her flushed face. She looked genuinely upset that he pulled away. "Emily, what are we doing?" He asked slightly out of breath.
Emily bit her lip seductively, pulling him in slightly by his tie. It took everything for Aaron to resist kissing her again. "Come on, Aaron." She said in a low voice. He loved hearing his name on her lips. "I know you thought being with me when your worked for my mother."
Aaron couldn't help but cough in shock. How had she known? He thought he was careful with his glances, but clearly not careful enough. "Of course I have, but we can't do this. Not now." He stepped away, putting a couple feet them.
"Why not?" She asked with a furrowed brow.
"You're drunk. I don't want to take advantage of you. And you're not in the right frame of mind to do something like this."
It was then when Emily felt completely sober. Any alcohol that had previously been in her system washed away, at least for a bit. Emily sighed. She knew he was right, as much as she didn't want to admit it. Her stubbornness prevented her from admitting and doing a lot of things. She hung her head in disappointment and fixed her shirt slightly. "I understand." She says quietly.
Aaron began looking for his suit jacket that had been discarded on the floor. He picked it up, quickly heading for the door. "Aaron." He heard Emily say.
He turned around to see Emily standing in the middle of her apartment. "Can you stay?" She asked shyly.
Aaron let out a small sigh before setting down his jacket. She sat down on the couch, and Aaron quickly followed. She laid her head down in his lap as she pulled her legs a little closer to her chest. Almost as if it were instinct, Aaron began slowly running his through Emily's silky raven hair. He grabbed a blanket from behind him and put it over Emily. Her breathing eventually slowed to even breaths, indicating that she had fallen asleep in his lap.
Once Aaron knew she was in a deep sleep, he slowly lifted up her head, replacing his legs with a pillow. He moved her hair away from her face, placing a small kiss on her forehead. He took one last look at Emily before leaving her apartment.
Although Emily and Aaron wouldn't see each other for years after that night, neither of them forgot what happened. The feeling of Aaron's hands through her hair stuck with Emily for years. And the way Emily made Aaron so vulnerable was something he never experienced with another woman.
Despite what Aaron thought, Emily remembered everything. She remembered how his lips fit hers perfectly and how his calloused hands felt on her soft skin. Little did either of them know that they'd see each other again sooner than they'd expect, in Aaron's office at the BAU.
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