The Lecture

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    BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Without opening her eyes, Emily reached over her nightstand and hit the snooze button of her alarm clock. She let out a long groan as she rolled over in her bed. The sun beams shown through the blinds in Emily's room, causing her to shut her eyes tighter and roll back towards her alarm clock.

    Then she looked at the time. 7:54. "Shit!" Emily hissed, jumping out of bed. She quickly got into the shower and let the hot, steaming water relax her muscles as her head pounded wildly from the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed the night before.

    It came in surges and flashes. She remembered coming back to her apartment with a man older than her from a bar and how drunk she was. She remembered how good his lips felt on hers and how his hands felt on her body. His charming smile was the first thing she noticed about him. It's what made her walk up to him in the bar.

    After about ten minutes, Emily got out of the shower and began getting dressed. She wore a grey tank top and matching black suit jacket and pants. She threw on her heeled boots and dried her raven hair.

    Although Emily thought first impressions were important, there wasn't anytime. As she made herself coffee, she looked around at her apartment that was littered with her clothes from the night before. She quickly picked them up and threw them into her room, not bothering even put them in the hamper.

    After her coffee was done brewing, she threw it into a travel mug. She drove off to her  class. She was going to attend a profiling class at the FBI. Although she'd been working for the FBI for years, her ultimate goal was to work for the BAU, and this was just one step to get her closer to that goal.

    Emily arrived at the FBI headquarters with about fifteen minutes to spare. She quickly went to find the lecture hall and arrived in the large room. The lecture hall was filled with people. The brunette looked around for her blonde friend who'd be attending the same lecture. Then she caught a glimpse of her friend near the front. Emily made her way down to the row where JJ was seated. She sat down beside her and let out a relieved sigh. "Where did you go last night?" JJ asked in a whisper.

"I could ask you the same thing." Emily replied with a smirk.

"I talked to a guy for while then I came back for you. But you were gone."

Suddenly, Emily felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She took a long sip of her coffee before answering. "I'm sorry, JJ. I don't remember much of last night."

"It's ok, but do you even remember the name of the guy you hooked up with?" JJ chuckled.

Emily shook her head in embarrassment. "No, but I remember that he was hot."

The two women laughed amongst themselves before JJ spoke up again. "Was he still there when you woke up?"

"No. He left before I got up."

Just then, the door to the lecture hall opened, and Emily gasped when she saw the speaker. Every moment from the night before came rushing back into her mind like a flood when she saw his face. She recognized his dark brown hair and tall, well built figure. She remembered how quiet, yet charming he was and how his dimples made her go weak at the knees when he smiled at her for the first time. But she still couldn't remember his name; she couldn't even remember the first letter it started with.

When Aaron entered the lecture hall, his head was pounding from the night before. But he hid it well from everyone. He had left Emily's apartment around six in the morning. As he got dressed, he watched Emily sleep. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. Before leaving, he leaned down and gave Emily a gentle kiss atop her head, careful not to disturb her.

As the BAU agent scanned the room of attendants, his eyes fell on a particular brunette whom he recognized from the night before. Their eyes locked on one another, both shocked and amazed. Her raven hair fell below her shoulders and her face bore much less makeup from the night before. From how she was dressed, Aaron guessed that she also worked for the FBI. The division, he wasn't sure, but she appeared professional and composed; at least until they made eyes contact.

She quickly turned towards her friend and whispered something in her ear. "Is that him?" JJ asked, quickly glancing at Aaron.

Unable to respond, Emily nodded her head quickly. "Good morning everyone." Aaron's voice boomed throughout the room. "I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner, and I am the unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I'll be your speaker for the next two hours. Let's get started."

Emily took in a deep breath before sitting back to listen to Aaron, shifting slightly in her seat.
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They were a little over half way through the lecture by now. Aaron had been talking about the basics of understanding and analyzing the behavior of the criminals he has profiled. Emily found his job all the more fascinating the more he talked about it. Although she had started at the FBI scene years ago, she had been in the Midwest division for many of those years, she wanted to work at the BAU since she was a teenager.

But Emily found it difficult to pay attention at some points because she was distracted by Aaron's hands of all things. There was something about them that made her get unintentionally hot. She quickly took off her blazer and threw her hair up into a low, messy bun. Her actions didn't go unnoticed by Aaron. He felt a small lump form in his throat before clearing it and pulling up slides of crime scene photos. "These are the crime scene photos from three families that were killed Cherry Creek, Colorado. They were all middle class, and small items of monetary value were taken from each house. How would you profile these crime scenes?" Aaron asked with a furrowed brow, looking for raised hands.

One man raised his hand. Everyone, including Emily and JJ turned their attention towards the man. He had blonde hair and was well built like Aaron. "Yes? What is your name?" Aaron asked.

"Special agent Ryan Stowell, sir." The agent replied. "I believe we're looking for one killer. There are extremely high levels for rage towards the families. And he's most likely introverted because of his MO to strike these families at night."

"You are partially correct, but that is not a full profile." Aaron said coldly. Agent Stowell sat back in his chair in slight embarrassment. Aaron's coldness often intimidated many agents, including those closest to him sometimes. Emily then raised her hand somewhat hesitantly. "Yes. Your name?" Of course he knew her name, but he had to keep it professional.

"Special Agent Emily Prentiss, sir. Midwest division." Emily said addressing herself, acting as professional as possible. "Based on the evidence in the crime scene photos, I'd say we're looking at two killers." She examined the screen before her, biting her pen lightly in the process. Aaron found this widely attractive but kept his composure.

    "What makes you think that?" Aaron asked in a skeptical voice as he crossed his arms. He often used this tactic of skepticism to see whether or not the agents would question their own observations. Most usually backed down or second guessed themselves but not Emily Prentiss.

    Emily sat up in her chair and leaned forward a bit, making direct eye contact with Aaron almost as if she were trying to challenge him. "The parents and children were killed with two completely different MOs. The parents were most likely killed by the more aggressive of the two killers, and the children were killed via injection and laying peacefully on their beds which is a sign of remorse. The choice of the such high risk victims means that their motives are personal, meaning the victims symbolize someone from their past. However, I'm not sure what the victims symbolize."

    Aaron was shocked by how accurate Emily's profile was. She definitely had potential to become a profiler at the BAU. "Very good, agent Prentiss. Your profile is correct. Their were two unsubs named Gary and Ervin Robles. They grew up in a foster home together, and their foster parents often beat them."

    All the people in the room nodded along as Aaron spoke. His gaze met Emily's once again, and he shot her a slight smirk. She felt a blush on her cheeks as she hung her head, trying to hide it. "Let's move on." Aaron said turning back to the screen.
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Another hour had passed, and the lecture was over. Emily quickly took back the last of her coffee and shoved the mug into her bag. As she was packing up, someone's voice caught her attention. "Agent Prentiss." A low voice said quietly. It startled Emily more than she expected. She looked up and saw Aaron standing a couple feet away from her with his usual furrowed expression. "May I speak with you?"

"Sure." She said, following Aaron down the stairs and into an empty hallway.

"I didn't you worked for the FBI." Aaron said crossing his arms.

"Neither did I, but here we are."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Emily smirked slightly. "I usually don't tell guys that I hook up with what my job is. They usually get intimidated and walk away."

Aaron nodded. "Fair enough, but you didn't tell me much about yourself last night."

Emily chuckled in embarrassment, looking down at her feet to hide her blush. "To be honest, I don't remember much from last night."

There was a bit of awkward silence between the two. Aaron subtly rocked back and forth on his feet before looking at the stunning brunette in front of him. "Maybe we could try again but with less alcohol?" Aaron asked.

Emily looked up in surprise. "Are you asking me out?"

Aaron smiled slightly, revealing the dimples that made Emily almost melt. "Uh, yeah. I'm trying to at least."

Emily smiled back at him brightly. "I'd love to."

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