Hotch/Emily

Alyssa Lies

By MoneButterfly


A/N -- The plot in this story is taking from the song ‘Alyssa Lies’ Von Jason Michael Carroll.

Early September 2015

Emily had the Tag off so she had decided to take the kids to the play ground. The twins were asleep in the pram; Jack was playing Fußball with some other boys, and Sophie was swinging with her new friend from school, Alyssa.

Emily looked around at the kids and could not help but smile, when she saw how happy they all looked. Even Anna and Tommy, who were sleeping, looked happy. She and Hotch had done a good job with them. But all of the sudden Sophie...

Written Von Montiese, lairofthemuses@LJ.
Note: SPOILERS from 5.01 Faceless, Nameless!


Sometimes It Hurts So Bad, It Feels So Bad

“You need to go Home and get some rest.” Hotch said. His tone was drowsy; he didn’t even open his eyes. He knew she was there, he could feel her. He could smell the powdery sweetness of Vera Wang Sheer Veil.

“That’s one of the silliest things you’ve ever said.”

The nurses had brought Emily a Mehr comfortable chair. It still wasn’t quite comfortable but at least she was able to curl up in it and watch him sleep.

“Em, you're working on four hours of sleep,...

Written Von kingsmeadroad.



Shelter from the Storm

It had been, without a doubt, one of the worst cases he had ever seen. Five boys aged between 6 and 8, raped, tortured, beaten and tossed aside like trash, thrown into a brook in Oregon. It had taken them a relatively short time to find the killer, Thomas Wicks- and Hotch was pacified to hear that the chances of him escaping capital punishment were slim. Nonetheless, it was no satisfaction for the families of the dead, and the journey Home had been littered with a dark, deep, encroaching sadness. Nobody had spoken.

When they landed at the BAU and...

An H/P quickshot, written Von chandlerina@LJ.
Enjoy! :)
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When your dark brown eyes turn black

the blinds are shut and the door is closed
"they can't know, Du can't tell them",
your breath so hot against my skin
a shiver running down my spine


your fingers touch me everywhere
my back against your desk
papers scattered on the floor
my breath caught mid-word


losing control isn't like you
and your dark eyes are locked with mine
your grip firm around my wrists
holding me in place


though i want to fight for power,
though i don't like losing either
my skin burns beneath...