Emily's POV
It had been a grueling five days in Papillon, Nebraska. We'd just finished working on a case where the unsub raped five woman, all the age of twenty-four and blonde. The unsub turned out to be a thirty-one year man who held a seriously grudge against his ex-girlfriend, the first person he raped and the only person he killed.
We all sat on the jet in silence. Reid was reading something, while JJ was laying asleep across a couch. Rossi sat next to me writing something down while I stared out the window at the cloudless sky. I glanced over at Hotch who was looking over another file, and Morgan was asleep next to him. "Hotch, why don't you take a break? We just got off a hard case." I said, trying to meet his gaze.
"I have a job to do. It keeps me busy." He replied coldly without looking up. I let out a scoff and looked over at Rossi for backup.
As much as I disliked his cold demeanor, I couldn't help but find it mysterious, which made him all the more sexy. I couldn't help how I felt as much as I wish I didn't feel the way I did. "Ha sempre un bastone fin qui su per il culo?" (Does he always have a stick this far up his ass?) I asked Rossi with a smirk.
Rossi let out a chuckle. "Solo quando gli piaci davvero." (Only when he really likes you). Rossi said with a wink.
Rossi and I began laughing amongst ourselves. This got Hotch's attention. He finally looked up from his file and glance between Rossi and I. His eyebrow was raised in a somewhat suggestive manner, but I thought nothing of it at the time. My gaze met Hotch's mid laugh as we stared at one another that a bit longer than was comfortable. Then I saw the smallest bit of grins spread across Hotch's face. I turned back towards the window and continued to stare out at the sky.
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Once we'd finally landed back in D.C., we returned to the BAU to do our reports. After that was over, Rossi invited us to his house for dinner and drinks. I told everyone I'd meet them there because I really needed to shower. I quickly returned home and showered. I changed into a pair of black jeans and a red tank top. I through a black leather jacket before finally getting a cab. After that case, I was going to need it.
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I arrived at Rossi's house and everyone else's cars were there, even Hotch's, which surprised me a little. When I entered the house, the smells of garlic, tomatoes, and herbs filled my nose. "That smells amazing, Rossi!" I said pouring myself a glass of wine. "What are you making?"
"Bolognese a la Rossi!" Rossi replied in an enthusiasm.
Everyone joined me at the counter except Spencer. "Hey, where's Spenc at?" I asked looking around.
"He had to go see his mom." JJ replied taking sip of her wine.
I simple nodded in response. Another body came up beside me. I saw Hotch standing beside me with no alcohol in sight. He must've been a DD which I wasn't opposed to. More wine for me. "Do you need any help?" Garcia asked.
"Absolutely not!" He replied quickly. "I'll have to start over if any of you help."
Everyone let out a chuckle as we continued to watch Rossi cook.
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After dinner, Rossi and I began cleaning up the kitchen a bit. I was scrubbing a pan when Rossi came up to me with a few plates and put them in the dishwasher. "You know he likes you right?" He asked in a voice low enough for only me to hear.
"Morgan doesn't even flirt with me the much. The way he and Garcia; they're practically married." I said shaking my head.
"I'm not talking about, Morgan." Rossi trailed off. I followed his eyes who landed on Hotch, who was talking with JJ.
Before I could respond, a rather drunk Garcia came up to us with a wine glass in her hand. "You two." She said pointing back and forth between Rossi and I. "Living room. Now!"
Rossi and I wandered over to the living room to find everyone sitting in the living room. I sat down on the couch in between Rossi and Hotch. "Why'd you drag us over here, Penelope?" Rossi asked.
"We're going to play truth or dare!" Garcia said enthusiastically.
I shrugged in agreement. What's the worst that could happen?
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It had been about ten minutes since we started playing, and everyone except Rossi and Hotch were significantly more drunk. "Alright, Princess..." Morgan said with a chuckle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw HOtch shift uncomfortably when Morgan called me "Princess". I didn't mind the nickname, mainly because he only called me that when he was severely intoxicated. "Truth or dare?"
I took a big gulp of wine, finishing my third glass. "Truth." I said with a devilish smirk. I knew he wanted for me to choose dare, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
He let out a disappointed sigh. "Aw, come on, Em. Don't do that to be."
"Take it or leave it." I shrugged.
"Fine. Tell me something dirty in one of the languages you know."
I sighed and leaned closer to Morgan who was across from me. "Which one?" I smirked.
"How bout some French?"
"C'est dommage que vous ne compreniez pas ce que je dis, sinon vous pourriez être ennuyé." (It unfortunate ou canut understand what I'm saying, otherwise you'd be annoyed with me).
"Damn Em. You should speak French more often." Morgan smirked.
"In your dreams."
"Gladly."
"Get a room you two!" JJ said with a scoff.
"OK. My turn." I said excitedly. "Penelope, truth or dare?"
"Truth." She responded, slowly taking a sip of her wine.
"Is it true that Hotch caught you and Kevin Lynch making out in your office?"
Penelope responded by sipping her wine back into her glass due to the fact that she had been caught off guard. I fell back on the couch laughing uncontrollably. "I'll take that as a yes!" I heard Rossi say.
I slowly got up, brushing the hair out of my face. I took off my leather jacket and through it behind me. I felt Hotch's eyes on me. I felt his eyes go over my body, and I couldn't help but turns towards him and smirk. "Like what you see?" I asked suggestively. Under normal circumstances, I never would've said that, but the alcohol had taken over.
Hotch didn't reply. HIs face turned red and cleared his throat. "Who's turn is it now?" He asked simply.
"Mine!" Penelope said raising her hand. Clearly Penelope was more intoxicated than the rest of us for some reason. "Sir!" Hotch turned towards Penelope. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare. Why not?" He shrugged.
"I dare you to kiss the person to your right."
My eyes went wide. The person his Hotch's right was me. Shit! I'm going to kill you, Penelope Garcia!! I sent Penelope a death glare to which she replied with a wink and her mouthing "Thank me later."
There was no way Hotch, of all people, would follow through on this. Even if it was just a game, he was too professional. He wouldn't tarnish his reputation for a stupid kiss. Why would he even want to kiss me? it's just a game. It's not like he'll follow through with it. It didn't matter if I liked him, he would never feel the same way about me. And even if he did, he would never--
I was caught completely off guard by Hotch grabbing the side of my face and catching my lips with his. His lips were warm and tasted of wine. I was so surprised by the kiss that I didn't react to his lips on mine at first. Eventually I gave in and melted into his touch. I immediately kissed him back and gently placed my hand on his face. Eventually we had to pull away, gasping for breath. I stared into his dark brown eyes that were no longer cold. They were content, and dar I say, happy? His hand was still on my face. I gave him a small smile after I bit my lip slightly. Hotch returned the favor and gave me a genuine smile. Maybe this game wasn't such a bad idea after all.
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