Written Von Ilovetvalot.
Note: Probably Spoilers, Episode 5x02.


Just to Forget

“Stop,” his voice echoed through his quiet apartment as her hand reached for the door.

Turning slowly, Emily’s eyes met his across the room. Leaning against the closed door, she watched as Hotch slowly made his way across the room to stop in front of her.

“I don’t want Du to go,” he sagte softly, staring intently down at her soft brown eyes. Dear God, he didn’t know what he was doing here. He only knew that he couldn’t face one Mehr night alone in his empty apartment. Not with the ugly memories that lived...

Written Von kavi leighanna on fanfiction.net
SPOILERS for 5x02 Haunted!


And the Walls Came Tumbling Down

Emily paused as she heard Hotch’s door close with a click, the hall quiet enough for her to hear him click the deadbolt and slide the chain into place. With a sigh she settled herself on the oben, nach oben step, her elbows resting on her knees as she dropped her head to her hands. He’d been a right idiot, they all knew that. He’d made mistakes that agents shouldn’t and couldn’t make. He could have been shot.

She felt tears burn her eyes, the first tears she’d felt in anger since Garcia had...

Written Von chandlerina.



i have you
you have me

the ride Home from the plane is quiet
the walk to your door even Mehr so
i watch your fingers tremble
as Du try to unlock the door

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your newly invested alarm beeps
when Du step inside the apartment
and i follow Du closely
my eyes watching over you

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will Du see yourself in every case from now?
will your sorrow control you?
will Du ever open up completely?
will Du ever let me in?

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"he's not alone," i say, meaning you
and Du nod to yourself
your eyes fixed on the floor
my eyes fixed on you

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i turn to leave when your voice breaks the silence
when your words break...

Written Von Monties, Lairofthemuses@LJ.



…Or Anything

“Is this sitz taken?”

Emily looked up from the crossword, a smile crossing her lips. She still wore surprise in her eyes but his hazel gaze never drifted from hers.

“What are Du doing here?” she asked.

“Best variety of tee in the state.” BAU Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner held up his large mug. “Is this sitz taken?”

“Um, no, it isn’t. Please sit.”

He did and right after came the awkward silence. Emily cleared her throat and pushed her paper to the side.

“No coffee this morning?” she asked for lack of anything else.

“Autumn...

written Von Montiese, lairofthemuses@LJ.



“Don’t turn around.”

“Oh my God, why?” Emily asked, groaning. “I hate when this happens. Is it someone I went to high school with? Oh Lord, is it an ex? I just wanted to have a quiet evening tonight.”

“It’s your Unit Chief.” Her stepmother replied.

“Hotch?” Emily turned around so fast she nearly got whiplash.

“Emily.” Natalie scolded.

They were both watching him now, partially concealed Von greenery. Emily met her stepmother for abendessen that evening at Camille in Chevy Chase, Maryland. It was their Favorit restaurant because there...

Written Von cmaddict on fanfiction.net.
Story placed right after Minimal Loss 4x03.



She looks horrible, Hotch thought grimly as he watched Emily and Reid talk quietly in a secluded corner of the plane.

And Emily Prentiss certainly did look horrible. A wicked-looking bruise covered about half of her face, and she walked favoring her left side. The EMT at the scene had told her she probably had a couple of fractured ribs, but in typical Emily fashion, she’d refused any pain killers other than generic Tylenol.

Hotch sighed and shifted in his seat, his dark eyes never leaving the solemn pair in the...

Fanfic written Von dukeblue on fanfiction.net.



Hotch had always been the strong one, the one who kept things together and focused. It had been that way his entire life – from the time his dad died, and he’d become the man of the house, the rock for his mom to lean on and the example for his brother to emulate.

They’d arrived at the command post outside the compound to assume control of the situation – and Hotch immediately recognized the need to have an expert negotiator in control. With the emotional investment he had – two of his agents among the hostages – that choice was not him....

Written Von Kavi Leighanna on fanfiction.net

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White, light, white, dark, dark, dry cleaners...

It was Emily’s turn to do the laundry and she was most definitely taking advantage of an extremely rare Sunday afternoon to do it. Who knew the Weiter time they’d have this kind of time? Emily knew when to take a gift as it was offered and she was certainly going to do it now. Even if she’d rather be cuddled on the couch with Hotch than cooped up in the laundry room. Still, between them they’d probably accumulated the equivalent of a two week’s worth of laundry for a family of four and there...