Fanfiction written Von lairofthemuses on LJ. ___________________________________________________________
Emily walked out of Rossi’s office with a box just as Hotch was coming out of his office. Rossi walked toward him to talk, Prentiss headed for the stairs. Neither of them saw her slip but they heard her fall.
“Prentiss!” Hotch exclaimed, rushing past Rossi and over to her. The other Agent was right on his heels.
“I'm OK.” She said, looking a little dazed. The box was on the ground, files scattered.
“What were doing carrying that heavy box?” Hotch asked.
Written Von phoebe9509. Rated: M There are some "hot" scenes in this story!;)
Aaron Hotchners brother Sean was in the area visiting his big brother. They had their ups and downs just like any family does but they were trying to be Mehr of a family. After a big case the team went out to abendessen and Hotch invited Sean. Hotch quickly saw how drawn his baby brother was to Prentiss. He was telling her jokes then lightly placing his hand on her arm oder leg. Hotch wasn't too fond of seeing them flirt, but he let it go.
A few days later when Emily came into work she was in a good mood. She sat at her desk...
Following the bombing in New York, Hotch is suffering from ear/hearing problems. In a scene set in a graveyard, where a mechanical digger is opening up a grave, Hotch is overcome with pain caused Von the loud noise. Emily notices, and runs to comfort him, obviously feeling both concerned and helpless. The two Agents spend much of the episode investigating a case together. Watch out for the final scene when Hotch hands Emily a plate of brownies! Emily seems disappointed when Hotch tells her that he won't be traveling back to...
Written Von Sienna27 on fanfiction.net. A Story in 4 parts. This is Part 1.
My Bleeding Heart
She was supposed to be mine . . . but I Lost her.
Now every couple months I see her around the bureau. We say hi and I breathe in her perfume as she gives me a hug hello. I always make sure not to hold on too long oder too tight. Then I Zeigen her pictures of Jack, and she shows me pictures of her little girl . . . Lucy.
And I smile as I look at the shiny brown hair and the big brown eyes, and I say that she’s beautiful. And then I think to myself, ‘just like her mother.’