Sugar Crush pt. 1

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Emily's POV

It was my second month working at the BAU with the team. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the pressure to impress everyone, especially my boss, Aaron Hotchner. Everyone called him "Hotch", but I felt like I haven't earned the right to call him that, not yet anyway.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive. Although he often kept a stern face, the couple times I'd seen him smile, it was hard to look away. I couldn't date him even if I wanted to. It was completely unprofessional, and he's never shown any interest in me.

We'd been working a case in Las Vegas for the past two days. Six sugar babies and escorts had gone missing within a span of three weeks. The first three were a fews apart respectively, but the time between the more recent killings were no more than two days apparent. In the time that we'd shown up, two more bodies surfaced within a day of each other.

The unsub was quickly devolving, which was good for us because that meant that they would slip up. The unsub raped then brutally stabbed his victims. There was a lot of overkill in each of the victims, each one being stabbed anywhere between seventeen and fifty-four times. The first kill being the most brutal, according to the local M.E., where the first victim was stabbed fifty-four times. The M.E. told us that there was only one fatal stab wound to the heart and all the others were postmortem. After talking with the rest of the team, we were finally ready to give the local PD the profile.

The lead detective on the case, Jared Corbyn gathered everyone. "The person we're looking for is a white male between the ages of forty to fifty with a severe superiority complex and extremely hatred towards escorts and sugar babies." Hotch said seriously, his eyebrows furrowed as usual.

"Although this man may appear rich and put together on the outside, he is exceedingly average and any work he may have never lasts long." Morgan continued. "He's a loner, only working alone."

"He's handsome and initially appears charming, but behind closed doors his true characters shows. This charm hides his extreme rage and sadistic tendencies he feels towards this specific group of women." I said sitting on a desk. I felt Hotch briefly glance my way.

"The reason for his anger mostly likely stems from early childhood. His mother most likely worked as an escort herself and abused our unsub when she returned home, leaving him with no escape other than when she was gone." Reid stated.

"This man clearly has an issue with authority as well so he may try to contact us, telling us our profile is incorrect. And that will be our best chance at finding him. JJ will set up a tip line and press conference, announcing our profile to the public. If you have any questions, feel free to come to anyone on my team." Hotch said and turned his back on the crowd toward the bulletin board behind them. Everyone took that as their signal to disperse.

I watched as Morgan walked over to Hotch, clearly having information to tell him. I walked over to the two of them. "Hotch." Morgan said walking up to him.

Hotch turned around with his arms crossed, looking back and forth between me and Morgan. His glance stayed on me long enough for us to lock eyes for longer than was possibly intended. I felt my skin begin to burn, so I looked down at the floor briefly, allowing myself to compose myself. "At the last crime scene, Stephanie Robbin's sugar daddy was there. I talked to him a bit, but he was holding something back. There's something he's not telling us." Morgan said.

"Why don't we bring him in for questioning them?" Spencer asked.

"No. That wouldn't be a good idea." Hotch said in his usual low, stern voice. God that voice gave me chills! Get to together, Emily!

"Why not?" Morgan asked shifting slightly.

"I've dealt with people like this before when I was a prosecutor." Hotch began. "All he'll do is lawyer up if we bring him in. These kinds of men like to feel completely in control. If we're going to get anything out of him, it has to be on his terms, in his environment."

"So what are you saying?" JJ asked crossing crossing arms as well. I didn't really like where this was going.

"I think he wants one of us to go undercover." Reid said.

All heads of my team members turned towards me. Reid and Morgan were both smirking, but Hotch's face remained stoic. I let out of hug sigh. "Oh...this is really going to suck." I said shaking my head.
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It had been another day and luckily no new bodies had shown up. Garcia put in ad on a website Stephanie's sugar daddy (who I later learned was named "Eric McNamara") frequently used with my face on it. Based on his history, Eric's type was brunettes which worked out too well for me. We had arranged to meet at a restaurant for dinner at 7:30pm.

Although Eric was easily ten years older than me, his usual sugar babies were usually between twenty-two and twenty-eight at the very oldest. This meant I'd had to appear a bit younger or "sex it up" as Garcia put it. I didn't have anything of my own that could pass me off as a sugar baby, but luckily JJ had something in her go bag I could borrow; but that was a conversation to be had another time.

As I was doing my hair, I thought about Hotch. I felt welcomed by the team, but I wanted to prove to them, especially Hotch that I was a valuable asset to the team. I would have to go in 100% if this was going to work. And I thought about the quick glances I'd caught Hotch doing throughout the day. It made me think about if he had feelings for me. It was unlikely, but I couldn't get one time out of my mind where he stared just a bit longer than was normal for him.

I was unfortunately brought out of my thoughts by my skin touching the burning hot curling iron. I immediately dropped it and sucked on my finger. "Ah! Son of a bitch!" I said to myself. I quickly ran it under some cold water. It was slightly blistered but I'd live.

     I finally finished getting ready. I braced myself against the doorframe to my bedroom slightly in attempts to put on my heels that were taller than I was used to wearing. I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of knocking at my door. I checked my phone. 6:55. Knowing New York traffic, it was better to leave sooner rather than later. "Coming!" I shouted quickly fluffing my hair and grabbing my dangly earrings.

As I walked to the door, I put one earring in. I looked through the peephole to see Hotch patiently waiting at the door.
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Aaron's POV

I'd be lying if I said I was ok with Emily doing this. Something inside of me wanted to protest this afternoon, but I knew that would be unprofessional. It was part of the job after all. I felt this need to protect Emily, although I'd known her for no more than a couple months. I trusted her completely, which was not easy for me to do.

I waited patiently at the door for her answer. I heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor towards the door. When it opened, it took everything for my jaw not to drop. Emily stood in the door frame putting in her last earring. She was wearing a tight, dark red, velvet dress. It was long sleeve but low cut, showing a bit of her cleavage. The dress was also short, falling halfway down her long legs that were accentuated by her four inch heels she was wearing. Her hair was curled and she was wearing darker makeup than usual, along with lipstick to match her dress.

I knew she was in shape, that much was evident from her chasing unsubs, but I never knew she was this in shape. The dress hugged every curve of her body, especially her hips and waist. I noticed her nicely toned legs as well. When I finally looked up, she was staring at me with a slightly confused expression. "Come in?" She said confused, moving aside for me.

I cleared my throat and stepped inside her room. She immediately walked away, I assumed to grab a few more things. I could t help but watch her walk away. "I'll be ready to go in five." She shouted from her room.

Oh god, this was going to be a night. Emily returned wearing a black trench coat and a black purse. She still looked absolutely beautiful. She gave me a small smile as her gaze moved downwards, indicating that she was embarrassed. Her smile was just as beautiful as her. It made a small smile come across my own face but as soon as she looked back up, my faced returned to it's usually stern expression. "You're ok with this?" I asked genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, of course I am. You guys will be monitoring me the whole time. It's just a dinner after all. Morgan will be in the restaurant with me just in case anything goes south." She said shrugging.

"You're a member of this team, and I don't want you getting her. This is your first undercover mission with us."

"I know but I'll be ok. I've gone undercover at Interpol." She looked down at her hands when she said that as if she were still haunted by a last experience. I know we'd all made a deal to not profile each other, but it just came naturally to me at this point. It was like an addiction.

I watched as she walked over to a small fridge and pulled a small bottle of whiskey. She grabbed a shot glass from a cabinet and poured herself some. "Do you want some?" She asked.

"No. I'm working." I said coldly. I had to remain some level of professionalism.

She simply shrugged and took a shot of whiskey. Her face winced slightly before she regained her composer. "I'm going to need a lot more to get me through this dinner." She said in a somewhat disgusted voice.

I couldn't help but smile. There was another knock at the door. "Coming." Emily said rushing to the door once again.

"Damn, Prentiss. You should dress like that more often." Morgan's voice said. I'd be lying if I said I was ok with how Morgan flirted with Emily. I knew their friendship was slightly platonic (not quite as much as he and Garcia's) but it still bothered me.

I heard her let out a weak laugh. "Ha! In your dreams, Morgan." She said.

I walked around the corner and saw Morgan and Emily standing next to one another. "Ready to go?" I asked straightening up.

"Yeah let's go." Emily said.

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