The Bet pt. 1

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Set in end of season 3= fluffy bangs Emily

    It had been a long month at the BAU. The team had finished a two week long case not long ago and had been flooded with paperwork regarding the case since they got back. The actions that Derek and JJ had taken weren't what most would consider textbook, but they were justified. And Hotch was busy defending their jobs and reputations against Strauss. He believed their actions were the only that could've been taken in the situation but unfortunately, his superior didn't see it that way.

Derek, Reid, and Emily were all finishing up their reports when Garcia came up to them, coffee in hand. She was particularly jittery when she walked up to them. Emily immediately stood up and grabbed the colorful coffee mug from her blonde friend. "Hey!" Penelope exclaimed as she pouted.

"I'm cutting you off." Emily scoffed, leaning against her desk. She took a small sip of the caffeinated beverage. "Plus, I need this more than you do. I so need a vacation right now."

She heard Morgan let out a scoff. "We all need a break, Prentiss."

"Yeah, but I've sacrificed two of my non-refundable sin-to-win weekends in Atlantic City for this job."

    Morgan furrowed his brow as he hit down on his own slightly. "Sin to win?" He questioned. Reid and Garcia turned their attention towards Emily as well.

    "Yeah," she said looking off into the distance, almost as if she were lining after something. She turned back towards Morgan and smirked. "And I always win biiiig."

    "Oh, I am so there." Penelope said with an amused scoff.

"Yeah, count me in." Reid said with a flat smile.

"Sorry, Spenc but you're from Vegas. Atlantic City is my turf." Emily joked.

"Hey, Prentiss." Morgan said leaning back in his chair. "I got an idea for you."

Emily crossed her arms. "I don't like where this is going but continue."

"How much do you want that sin-to-win weekend?"

"More than she wants Hotch." Penelope chimed in giggling. She had managed to snatch back to mug of coffee without Emily seeing.

"Hotch? What about him?" Reid asked, pulling his nose out from a book. Although he rarely talked beyond statistics with his friends, he did love to gossip about their personal lives with each other.

"Garcia seems to think that I have a thing for Hotch." Emily scoffed in amusement. She turned towards her bubbly friend. "Which I don't."

    While Emily kept up a hard façade around Hotch, it was only to hide her secret attraction she felt towards him. She had found him rather attractive for years but nothing had come of it. Work relationships were frowned upon at the FBI, but that didn't mean they weren't possible. Emily worried that Hotch wouldn't want to pursue a relationship with her, even if he were attracted to her because she knew it would tarnish his record and reputation in the FBI.

    The brunette agent quickly glanced up at Hotch's office. The blinds were halfway open. She could faintly see sections of his tall, built figure through the window before she quickly turned her attention back towards her coworkers and friends. "Keep telling yourself that, sugar." Penelope said sympathetically patting Emily's shoulder.

"Ight, Ight!" Morgan said getting the girls' attention. "I bet you a sin-to-win weekend in Atlantic City that you can flirt with Hotch for a week."

"Ok." Emily shrugged. "Seems easy enough."

    Morgan wagged his finger. "Oh no. I'm not done. We all know Hotch has a thing for you."

"Yeah he definitely does." Reid nodded.

"He soooo does." Penelope chimed in with a giggle.

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed, turning her attention back towards Morgan. "No he doesn't. You guys are delusional. Morgan, just finish the bet."

    "The catch is, in order to win the bet Hotch can't ask you out or catch on that this is a bet. If he does, you lose your sin-to-win weekend."
Morgan said with a sly grin.

    "How am I supposed to prevent Hotch from asking me out?"

    "You got a 1600 on your SAT, brainiac. You figure it out." Morgan joked.

    "How did you—?" Emily was taken aback by Morgan's background knowledge of her.

    "Garcia." He answered nonchalantly. "And to answer your question: that's for up to figure out, Prentiss. You can start by taking all our reports up to boss man's office."

Emily took Reid and Morgan's reports but not before smacking them in the head with them. She began walking towards Hotch's office but Garcia ran in front of her. "Wait." She said. Her bubbly friend began fluffing Emily's raven hair, making sure her bangs were in place as well. Garcia then unbuttoned another button of Emily's right, white dress shirt, revealing some of Emily's cleavage.

The brunette looked down at herself then at Garcia with confusion. "What are you doing?" Emily asked.

Garcia finished fixing her friend's hair and took a step back, as if to admire her handy work. She gave Emily an innocent smile that only Penelope Garcia could give you. "Trying to help you win. Go get em', babe!"

Emily chuckled as she shook her head. Turning on her heels, the brunette agent made her way up to her boss's office. She noticed that he was still buried in several files. His head was now resting in his hand. Emily gently knocked on the door before entering, grabbing Hotch's attention.

Emily would be lying to herself if she didn't find Hotch attractive. Of course he was handsome, with his dark hair and eyes, and he was very well built; and Emily found his position of authority that much more hot. But she would never tell him that.

As soon as Hotch looked up, he immediately noticed that Emily looked "different". His dark brown eyes scanned her body. For a moment longer than he'd prefer, his graze fell on Emily's cleavage. She had a slight smirk on her face that confused him at first. She slowly walked up to his desk and placed the reports on the far side of Hotch's desk, leaning over the desk more. Emily slowly stood back up and waited in front of Hotch, the smirk on her face still lingering. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" She asked, her voice low and seductive.

    Hotch felt a lump form in his throat. He had never seen this side of Emily, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. He clears his throats, looking down at his file quickly before looking back up at the brunette agent. Just as he did, he saw Emily bite her lower lip and smirk afterwards. She knew what she was doing to him, and she loved doing what she was doing. Hotch shifted in his seat and before sitting up slightly. "No, that'll be all, Prentiss. Have a good night." He said, his voice cracking slightly.

    Emily was taken aback by the effect she had on him. She knew she was attractive, and she knew how to tease, but the effect she had on Hotch astounded her. Maybe the team was right, but she would never admit it. She wanted to win the bet more than anything. Emily turned on her heels and walked out of Hotch's office, closing the door behind her. A smirk spread a across her face as she made her way down to her desk again, packing up her things.

    Her teammates stared at her with anticipation. Garcia was practically biting her nails and jumping around. "Well?" She finally blurted out.

Emily smirked at Morgan. "You better have some money saved up, babe because that weekend in Atlantic City is mine."

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