The Bet pt. 3

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*setting is S4E9: 52 pickup*

    Emily stood in the locker room of the Atlanta PD, undoing the cuff buttons of her button down shirt in order to take it off. She began undoing the buttons of her shirt when she heard a knock on a door. "Prentiss?" A low male voice asked. It was Hotch.

    Emily stopped unbuttoning her shirt and began taking out her earrings instead. "Come in!" She shouted back.

    Hotch walked in, his face stoic as usual. Little did Emily know that it was taking everything Hotch had not to take her right here in the locker room. Instead he had settled on not so subtly glancing down at her exposed cleavage. Emily knew what she was doing to Hotch, and she loved it. It was a game to her, but she secretly wished he would pin her against the wall, letting his hands roam her body. "Hey, I'll be ready to go in ten." She said putting in some dangly earrings.

    Hotch looked away from Emily's cleavage and looked into her dark eyes. For the sake of professionalism, he decided to keep his face at his usual stern expression. "You're ok with this right?" He asked.

Emily let out a chuckle, causing a small grin to appear on Hotch's tired face. Emily's smile was the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen. It lit up the room whenever she smiled. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Believe it or not, I've actually dated people worse than Viper." She winced.

"Wow." Hotch said raising his eyebrows. As he took in her words, he realized that Emily said "people" and not "men". This made him question their entire relationship. Although she had never explicitly told him her sexuality, he often wondered about it, not that he had a problem with it in the first place. But he couldn't help but feel jealous that other people had been with her besides him. Hotch couldn't fully understand for explain his jealousy; he just knew he felt it. "Just be careful."

"I will, don't worry. Morgan and Reid are close by."

    Hotch simply nodded before leaving at an unusually fast pace, puzzling the raven haired woman. Emily noticed that something was off in Hotch's demeanor. Although he was often very standoffish, he was an alpha male and always made eye contact with whomever he was talking to. Emily shook away her thoughts and focused on making herself both irresistible to Viper and Hotch.

Morgan, Reid, and Hotch we're going over the profile of the unsub one last time before Agent Todd came out in a short, low cut, red dress. She gave her colleagues a sly smile. Hotch noticed how Morgan looked agent Todd up and down, to which he rolled his eyes too. "Damn Todd! Looking good!" Morgan said with a smirk.

Todd rolled her eyes at him. "Keep it in your pants, Morgan." She said.

"Where's Emily? I thought she was with you?" Reid asked looking beyond agent Todd.

"She'll be out in a minute. She's just touching up her makeup. I'm going to go get a drink."

Todd left, leaving the boys to themselves. They talked amongst themselves briefly before Emily caught Hotch's eye. She was wearing a tight black dress with an a-line neck, revealing the slightest bit of cleavage as a tease. Her eye makeup was Smokey and her lips were painted a dark red. Her hair was curled and framed her face perfectly.

    Hotch's ogling didn't go unnoticed by Morgan. His friend leaned over into the older agent's ear. "You like what you see don't you?"  Morgan asked with a smirk.

    Hotch's expression immediately turned cold again. He simply judged his friend before turning his attention towards the two beautiful brunette women. "Are you two ready?" He asked looking back and forth between the two.

    "Yeah let's get this over with." Agent todd said in almost disgust. They both nodded before Hotch gave them the rundown of how they were to act and what to ask Viper. Hopefully things would go as planned.
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    The mission went better than Emily and Caitlin had expected. They had both managed to get what they needed from Viper but without a name, it was difficult for them to positively ID the unsub. Hotch told everyone to get some sleep, seeing as that it was already past midnight.

    Emily, Reid, Rossi, and Hotch all rode in the same SUV. Emily sat in the passenger seat while Hotch drove with Reid and Rossi in the back. When Hotch looked in the rear view mirror, he saw Reid holding in a smile, biting down on his lips. He furrowed his brow in confusion before Emily's low, tired voice caught his attention. "Keep your eyes on the road, Hotch. I'd rather live to see tomorrow." She said with her head resting on the window.

    Throughout the course of the night, Hotch had watched how closed Viper got to Emily and visa versa. He knew it was part of the mission, but he couldn't help but feel jealous of how Emily looked at Viper with such a suggestive smile. It made him unintentionally mad, and he had chosen to not speak to Emily for the rest of the night.

    When they arrived at the hotel, Emily and Hotch got into the elevator, seeing as their rooms were on the same floor. Emily had had enough of Hotch's bullshit; she was tired and wanted to get out her dress. But most of all, she wanted that weekend in Atlantic City. The raven haired woman turned towards the stoic agent. "What the hell was that?" She asked in a challenging voice.

    Hotch looked at Emily with a confused expression. "What?" He asked.

    "You barely spoke to me tonight. You didn't even speak to me about the case. You always had Morgan or Rossi do it."

    "I was focusing on the case

    Emily took a step closer to Hotch. They were now about a foot apart, nothing separating them other than their pride and egos. Emily bit her lip in frustration. "Bullshit. You weren't even the one who was undercover."

    "I was just being observant."

    Then something clicked in Emily's mind. An amused smirk grew on her face. "You're jealous." She said in amusement and slight shock.

    Hotch's face remained stoic, but Emily could see it in his eyes. "No I'm not."

    Emily couldn't help but scoff. He may be a good profiler, but he was an awful liar. "Yes you are." She challenged.

    "And why would I be jealous?"

    Emily took this as an opportunity I play with Hotch's mind a bit. She knew how good she looked in her dress. And she knew that Hotch thought she looked good in her dress. She took a step closer towards him, gently biting her lower lip. "I know you didn't like how close Viper was getting to me."

    Hotch's breath hitched slightly as Emily inches closer. "I'm not the jealous type."

    "But you were tonight. You couldn't stand someone else being that close to me could you?"

    The two were now less than a foot apart. "I care about my agents." Hotch's voice was getting lower and lower.

    Emily loved pushing his buttons, regardless of the bet or not. She knew exactly what ticked him off. He liked to be in control, but so did Emily. And she was in deep now, both with Hotch and the bet. "Clearly not enough."

Then out of nowhere, Hotch pushed Emily against the wall of the elevator, involuntarily turning her on in the process. Emily gasped at Hotch's forceful action. She could feel his breath tickle her face as his brown eyes stared into hers. "I'd be careful what you say next." Hotch's voice growled.

Their faces were dangerously close. Emily caught Hotch's gaze briefly on her lips which made her smirk. The elevator door dinged and opened. Quickly composing herself, she ducked under Hotch's arm that was guarding her from leaving. She turned back and smirked at the slightly distraught agent. "Goodnight, Agent Hotchner."
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Emily was still up. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the elevator with Hotch. Emily Prentiss was not one to lie awake about a guy, but for some reason this interaction had stuck with her.

The only light source that dimly lit up Emily's hotel room was the street lamps. She turned towards her window and looked at her clock. It was 1:56 in the morning. She knew she had to get some sleep. Although she was almost accustomed to getting less than the necessary eight hours, it never felt good waking up at unspeakable hours and chugging at least three cups of strong coffee.

Just as Emily's eyes were just becoming heavy, she heard a soft knock on her door. She hesitantly got up, looking around for her gun on her nightstand. Once she grabbed hold of it, he cocked the hammer and slowly walked towards the door. When she looked through the peephole, she saw Hotch standing on the other side wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants. She set her gun down on the small table next to her, and opened the door. "Hotch what are you doing here?" Emily asked with a furrowed expression. "It's almost two in the morning."

    Without a word Hotch caught Emily's lips in his, shutting the door behind him. Emily smiled through their kiss. A sense of accomplishment and joy overcame her. "I guess this means I win." She said quietly.

Hotch pulled away briefly, looking at the stunning brunette in front of him. "What?" He asked confused and slightly breathless.

Emily simply smiled again. "Nothing. Just shut up and kiss me."

A/N: That's it, babies! Thank you all so so much for supporting me and my Hotchniss series. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you guys enjoyed it. Your support means the world to me, you have no idea. You are all truly the best! If any of you are marvel fans, I have a short story written about Sylvie from the tv show "Loki", as well as an another Loki fic y'all should check out on AO3 (username is the same). It'd mean the world to me.

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