A/N: Hello, my lovies! I was working on this oneshot a quite while and it's finally done! This is more like an heavy T but I'm rating as M, just to be sure. This was my first undercover fic and also my first truly case fic. Also it was the first time I tried to write Dr. Reid because he is too much and it creeps me out the thought of writing such a complex character but I did it. So, be nice! I absolutely loved writing this and I surely hope you guys like reading it...

Like I said before, this is a oneshot but it has the potential of becoming a two, maybe threeshot. It all depends on the way you guys approve it or not. So, reviews are appreciated...

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

UNDERCOVER OPERATION

"Okay Garcia, what do we have?" Aaron Hotchner asked his tech analyst when the whole team was gathered at the round table on the conference room.

"Right, my lovies, you're going to the Big Apple this time. In the last three weeks four couples were brutally murdered in alleys while they were doing some lovin'" She said clicking her remote to show the first picture. "Richard Johnson and Cathy Smith were found twenty-four days ago on an alley behind a club called Abby's. A bartender recognized them and said they were drinking and dancing until close to midnight before leaving. Apparently they were really touchy the whole time. He said they were practically having sex with their clothes on on the dancefloor. After they left, they went to finish their show in the alley before being attacked. Both of them were beaten to death with some kind of bat. Richard had his pants down to his knees and Cathy wasn't wearing underwear. The biopsy showed that both had had sex recently but it was consensual so the creep must have ambushed them in the middle of the act". She said.

"He carved 'sinners' in their chests with a knife post-mortem". Reid commented looking through his files.

"That's right, my lovely doctor. There were other stab wounds post-mortem too". Garcia completed.

"So he plays with the body after killing them. He's sadistic…" Morgan said.

"What about the other victims Garcia?" Hotch asked.

"Right. Well, five days after the first couple, Christian Lewis and Allison White were attacked also in an alley, this time outside a place nearby called Earth Club. They were celebrating their engagement and a witness said they were also very touchy while they were at the pub. They weren't doing it exactly in the alley but they were having some really heavy making-out. Allison was already without her panties and her bra was unclasped. Christian's belt was unbuckled and his shirt was opened. There wasn't any evidence of sexual assault either and this time 'sinners' was graved on their foreheads. There were also a lot more stab wounds post-mortem and her hair was cut".

"He's evolving fast…" Emily said.

"Third couple, Michel Miller and Jennifer Taylor. They were found five days later behind Japan Club. They were actually invited to leave the club after some complains about their behavior. Apparently they were making out on a table at the corner of the bar and Jennifer hands were inside his pants while his were under her top. They left the club a little after midnight and a couple who was talking outside saw them go into the alley on the side of the club but didn't see anyone following them".

"They were almost unrecognizable when they were found. 'Sinners' was graved on their stomachs and their legs and arms were covered with stabs". Morgan said reading his files.

"Finally, also five days later, Jonathan Harris and Julie Scott were found behind Oasis. They followed the pattern of touchy-couples and they were definitely doing it when they were attacked. They found semen on Julie's belly and thighs and her pants were found ripped off on the floor. They also had 'sinners' graved on their stomachs and they took the worse of the beating. Jonathan was only identified by his fingerprints. Julie had three fingers removed and two toes". Garcia finished.

"I don't understand why they waited for eight deaths before calling us…" Emily huffed looking at the crime scene photos.

"The media is coming down pretty hard on the NYPD. They're calling him 'The alley-sex killer' and the clubs have already lost forty percent of their public patronage. They started a surveillance taskforce to patrol the most visited clubs but even so, it's too much for them to cover, especially because they don't know where he'll attack". Garcia said.

"There are eight hundred and forty nine clubs, pubs and bars in New York City, distributed between the five districts, Manhattan, Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens and Staten Island". Reid said.

"At least we know that he's attacking in cycles of five days". Rossi stated.

"What do we know about victimology?" Hotch asked.

"All couples were very into PDA, to the point of making the people around them uncomfortable". Emily started.

"They're all white couples. The ages go from early twenties to late thirties. All of them had black hair and were physically fit, which shows that this guy has some serious strength to overpower the two of them without catching attention". Morgan said.

"Maybe we're looking for a team?" Reid asked.

"It's a possibility". Hotch said. "Okay, everybody get ready. Wheels up in fifteen". He said ending the briefing.

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"I really don't understand… everyone knows that there's a killer out there, attacking couples while they're having intercourse in public places and there's still people who go over there and do just that!" Reid exclaimed when they were on the jet. "And why exactly are they doing it in an alley? I don't know much about this stuff but I really don't think it's romantic…" He said and Morgan chuckled.

"Oh, pretty boy, the last thing in their minds is romance. They're both horny, probably drunk and they just want to get off. The location is the last thing that matters…" He said.

"You seem to know a lot about this stuff, uh Morgan?" Emily teased him earning a chuckle from both JJ and Rossi.

"I went to college, okay Prentiss. I had my moments… nothing too explicit but I had some fun…" He said wiggling his eyebrows to her.

"Oh, I'm sure you did…" She rolled her eyes.

"What about you, princess?" He asked curiously.

"Oh please. Definitely not my thing. Between four walls a lot of things can happen but in public? No, I like my privacy, thanks…" She said shaking her head.

Hotch came back from the bathroom and sat beside her. "Okay, when we land JJ, you and Reid go to the precinct and start working on the victimology and the geographical profile. Also, see what you can do to stop this name the media gave him. Reid, see if you can find a pattern to help us find where he's going to attack next". He said and the boy nodded. "Dave and Morgan go to the two first crime scenes while Prentiss and I will go to the last two. We have to work fast. If he follows the schedule he'll be attacking tonight".

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"Well, they certainly weren't shy. This is not exactly private to do what they did. I mean, you can see the whole street and there's another bar just thirty feet from here". Prentiss said.

"And that leads to another question. How did he manage to control the two of them without anyone screaming for help? It would be easy to hear and even so he did all of that with a bat and played with the body after they were dead. It's just physically impossible to do it alone". He said shaking his head.

"So, we're really looking for a team?" She asked.

"Probably. It's the only way of doing such a bloodbath without anyone noticing in a place like this…" He said and she nodded. "Let's go to the other crime scene and head to the precinct…"

Thirty minutes later they were arriving at the precinct to meet the rest of the team. Dave and Morgan were already there too and JJ was working on a press release to put it on the evening news. "Hey man. We looked at both crime scenes, there's no way in hell a guy could do this alone". Morgan said as soon as they entered the conference room.

"I know, Prentiss and I came to the same conclusion. The locations were pretty open to allow him be comfortable doing it alone without anyone noticing…" Hotch agreed.

"The legist sent the files and both victims were killed by blunt force impact to the head, causing head trauma and internal bleeding. Most of the other blows were delivered post-mortem or at least after they were already unconscious. The post-mortem stabs were made with a small sharp object, probably a kitchen knife. It's mostly superficial wounds and the message was carved in the first thirty minutes after the death and it's also the last thing they do to the bodies". Reid said.

"So he stays with the victims for at least thirty minutes. It's a lot of time in one place so visible. That's what's bugging me the most. It shows a level of confidence that can be very dangerous. They're already evolving with the killing skills, if they also evolve too much with the method and discretion it'll be even more hard to catch them". Morgan said.

"We know he's attacking tonight. JJ, what's the PD strategy to work tonight?" Hotch asked.

"They're sending patrols to the places that have the most alleys nearby. Unfortunately there's a political convention in Manhattan this week and that's first priority right now so a lot of officers will be working there until next week". She answered.

"Reid, did you find anything useful with the geographical profile?" He asked.

"Kind of, Hotch. He's all over the place but… the first murder was in the middle of Bronx, the second was in Brooklyn, third in Manhattan and fourth in Queens. It seems that he's going through all the districts, alphabetically. If I had to guess I would say he's going to somewhere in Staten Island tonight".

"Good, so let's focus on that district". Hotch said dialing his phone.

"Goddess of all Knowledge at your service, my captain!" Garcia greeted him.

"Garcia, how many pubs and clubs are in Staten Island?" Hotch asked.

"Just a minute, sir… There are two hundred and sixty-nine of them, sir!" She announced.

"Can you see how many of them are close to alleys? Not exactly hidden, there has to be some visibility to the street and probably another bars or restaurants nearby…" Hotch asked.

"I'll check their address and cross with another establishments. Call you right back!" She said hanging up.

"Okay. I'll talk to the Chief and tell him to focus the patrols in the area. As soon as Garcia gives us back the list with the probable places we'll split up and contact the owners to give them the preliminary profile and tell them to have their bartenders and other employees alert to see if they can identify possible victims". Hotch instructed and they all nodded.

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"How the hell did they manage to do all of this in ten minutes, man?" Morgan breathed when they arrived at the crime scene. Garcia had narrowed their search to just eighty-six pubs and they talked to the owners to stay alert to possible targets but even with the bartender calling the police after he saw a couple leaving the pub they weren't able to stop the killing or catch a look at the unsubs.

The couple was dumped in an alley on the side of the pub, their clothes ripped and the message graved on their foreheads. "I don't know. I just know that if we don't find a lead on the bodies we'll have to wait five more days to have a chance to catch them again". Hotch grunted. "Reid and Prentiss, you two go inside and narrow possible witnesses. Ask if they have surveillance cameras and see if there was someone inside observing them…" He instructed and the agents nodded.

"They stick with the victimology. According with their ID's they're Gary Hastings and Michele Fox, thirty-two and twenty-nine years, respectively". JJ said looking at the documents.

"Okay, JJ and Morgan stay here and wait for the techs to finish processing the scene. Let's wait for the autopsy to see if the cause of death is the same and if the lacerations are most post-mortem too. Dave, let's go help Reid and Prentiss inside. We'll regroup in the precinct in thirty minutes…" Hotch said.

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"Hotch, I think I have something". Reid announced breaking the silence in the conference room. All agents turned to the doctor when he spread reports and pictures on the table. "I was looking again to see if there's some pattern to show how they pick the places and I found something".

"What is it Reid?" Hotch asked. four days had passed since the last attack and they only had one more to find something useful before another couple was murdered.

The first murder was in a pub called Abby's, the second on a club called Earth, the third was in the Japan Club, the forth in Oasis and finally, the fifth in Taboo". He listed writing the names on the board while the team looked expectantly. "If you look at it closely you'll see. A is the first letter in the alphabet. E is the fifth, J is the tenth, O is the fifteenth and T is the twentieth". He said circling the first letter of each name. "And, if you pay attention, all the names have exactly five letters". He explained counting each character of the names. "He's attacking the five districts, one at time and alphabetically. And, to top that, if you see the address of all the clubs all of them had the number five. First, 115, Erben Ave, then 25, Fulton Street, third 50, 155th street, forth 150, Main Street, and finally, 55, Bay Street". He said looking at the reports.

"So they're obsessed with the number five?" Morgan asked looking at his friend with incredulous eyes.

"At first I thought that too but then I looked at the autopsy reports and the pictures of the bodies. In all the cases the murder of the men was messy, it didn't follow any pattern. But if you look at the women you'll see that each one of them had exactly five stabs in each arm, five in each thigh and leg and in their abdomens. There were five bumps in their heads caused by the bat". He finished.

One of the deputies that had entered the room while he was explaining was looking at him with wide eyes. "How the hell did you see all of that?" He asked astonished.

Morgan smiled slightly and waved his hand. "Trust me, you don't wanna know…"

"So just one of them is obsessed with the number…" Hotch concluded.

"Yes. If he follows the pattern, which he has to do because he doesn't have control, then the next murder will be in Bronx again and the name of the place must start with Y, which is the twenty-fifth letter of the alphabet and it has to have five letters. And the address has to have the number five in it". Reid said nodding.

Hotch was already dialing Garcia's number before he finished talking. "Aye, my captain, what can I do for you?"

"Garcia, I need you to find if there's a club in Bronx the starts with the letter Y and has five letters in its name…" He instructed.

"O-okay… those creepy people have such strange flings…" She murmured while typing. "There are four of them". She announced.

"Any of them has the number five in the address?" Reid asked.

"Just one. Club Young, 550, Shepard Ave". She said.

"There's an alley nearby?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Thanks, Garcia". Hotch said before hanging up. "So, we know where they'll probably attack tomorrow…" He said looking at the team.

"We'll call the owners to tell them to close it tomorrow". One of the deputies suggested.

"No, we can't do that. It'd only mess with their schedule and it could make them change the pattern, leaving us completely blind". Rossi said.

"Then we'll send officers to stay close and prompt to get them". The deputy said.

"We could do that but even so there's still the possibility of them sneaking on us. It's not like we can stay at the alley waiting for them. They could notice and leave… we have to attract them to the alley. We can't just wait for them to pick their victims and hope to get there in time…" Hotch explained.

"We could send someone undercover… not just to watch, but to be their targets". Morgan suggested.

"It's an option…" Hotch nodded slowly.

"I can send two of my own…" The chief offered. "We have options that fit your victimology…"

"I honestly think that it would be better if we send one of our own". Morgan said shaking his head. "No offense" he continued seeing the chief's frown "but we are trained to notice behavior, to sense if we're being watched, even discretely. We'd know better to see if the suspects fit the profile…" He explained.

"I agree. But the victimology leaves us with just one option…" JJ said looking at the two dark-haired profilers.

Emily's eyes almost bugged out of her head. "You're seriously suggesting that Hotch and I do the same thing those couples were doing?" She asked incredulously. "Did you see the videotapes?"

"Do you have another option? I definitely won't dye my hair, Spencer would probably die before touching you, Rossi is too old, no offense" she added looking at the Italian "and we can't make Morgan pull a Michel Jackson right now…" JJ said and some of the deputies chuckled along with Morgan, Reid and Rossi.

"Oh my God…" Emily groaned closing her eyes and put her head in her hands.

"C'mon, princess. It won't be that bad… you'll catch and killer and get some loving'". Morgan teased.

"Shut up…" She hissed. Taking a deep breath she shrugged and looked up. "Okay, I'm game if you are…" She said looking at Hotch, who still hadn't said anything.

He looked at her for a few seconds with an unreadable expression before nodding slowly. "Okay. Let's decide how many officers are going undercover as costumers and who will stay hidden at the street as back-up. We'll have to see clothes too. I don't know about you but I didn't pack to go clubbing…"

"Neither did I. We can go shopping later today…" She nodded.

"Okay. Let's set the details…"

\*\*\*\

The next evening found the agents getting ready to go the club at the precinct. Emily and JJ were at the women's restroom finishing Emily's make-up and hair. "So… nervous?" JJ asked.

"Don't even start with me JJ. I can't believe I'm doing this… when I get my hands in these sons-of-a-bitches…" Emily hissed.

"C'mon Emily?! Is so bad having to kiss Hotch?" JJ asked. "I mean, with all due respect, but our Unit Chief is fine…"

"I know he is JJ. That's the bottom of the problem…" Emily sighed. "I'm the queen of compartmentalization but there are some things that I can't block into my little boxes… that's one of them…" She said looking at her blonde friend.

"Ooooh, you mean…"

"You're not the only one who thinks he's fine. But I could probably add some other adjectives too…" She nodded slowly.

"Oh, Em…"

"So, you see… I can block what I feel and see him only as my superior now but the moment I know how it is to kiss him, to feel him… I don't know how I can ignore that again JJ…" She said. They finished with Emily's outfit and exited the bathroom, going to meet the team that was waiting for them at the conference room already.

Morgan and Reid were going through the details with a few officers and Rossi and Hotch weren't in the room. "Damn, princess…" Morgan whistled when he saw her. "Never thought I would wish to be white… you look hot!"

"Not in the mood, Morgan, not in the mood. Is everyone ready?" She asked looking for the others.

"Just waiting Hotch…" Morgan started but was cut-off by the deep voice of their Unit Chief.

"No need, I'm right here". He announced getting in the room with Rossi. At his sight Emily's mouth went dry. The man was a vision… there wasn't any other word to describe it. His usual suit was replaced by a very nice fitted pair of jeans with a navy-blue dress shirt with the first two buttons opened and a black leather jacket. His hair was perfectly combed and she wanted nothing more than run her fingers through it and mess it up.

At the other side of the room, Hotch was having a very similar reaction at Emily's outfit. She had bought a simple black dress that went mid-thigh and, along with the pair of black heels, made her creamy legs look even more longer and he fought the desire of imagining how they would look wrapped around his waist. Her hair was curled in waves that flew through her shoulders and her eyes had a smoky eyeshadow that highlighted her beautiful eyes. Her lips were almost sinful with the perfect amount of a light-pink lip-gloss, making him salivate for just one little taste. Once more he thanked God for his perfect poker-face.

"If it wasn't for the frown I would never had recognized you, Hotch!" Morgan teased and Rossi chuckled.

"Funny, Morgan. Is everyone ready?" He asked.

Emily's phone rang before anyone could answer and she saw Garcia's name on the display. "Yes, Garcia?" She answered putting it on speaker.

"How in the hell did no one tell me that you'd go on a hot-date with boss-man?" She shrieked on the phone and Emily's eyes widened.

"Who told Garcia?" She asked looking accusingly at her teammates.

Reid raised his hand sheepishly. "I may have let it slip earlier…" He said.

"Damn you, doctor Reid". Emily glared at him.

"You can kill our resident doctor later, gumdrop, now tell me… how it is knowing you'll have to play tonsil hockey with our fearless leader?" Garcia asked mischievously.

"I'm hanging up on you, Garcia". Emily announced.

"You're no fun, Emily Prentiss!" Garcia managed to shout before Emily could finish the call.

"Okay, let's head out?" Hotch asked ignoring the phone call.

"Right, here are your earpieces. You won't have a microphone but we will be able to talk to you two if we spot anything suspect. JJ and Officer Johnson will be inside, in the bar and Officers Lewis and Patterson will be around the dancefloor as support. Morgan and I will be outside the pub with Officers Jackson and Cooper to see when you two head out to the alley. Officers Cameron and James will be at the bar after the alley as the other side's back-up. Reid will be at the surveillance car coordinating with all of us and watching the security cameras to see if he can spot the suspects". Rossi said while Emily and Hotch fixed the earpieces.

"We can't have them spotting any other couples so you two will have to really play your parts…" Morgan said with a more serious tone.

"Got it. Let's go. This has to end tonight…" Hotch said and they left to the pub.

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Hotch and Emily entered the pub holding hands and immediately spotted JJ and one of the officers at the bar. They went to the opposite side of the bar and Emily sat at one of the stools with Hotch standing between her legs. "What can I get for you, man?" The barman asked.

"I'll have a beer. You, babe?" He asked Emily.

"A dry martini, please…" She said sweetly at the barman and he nodded.

Hotch leaned in and pressed her in the counter, his mouth ghosting on her ear. "Have you seen the other two officers?" He asked nuzzling at her neck.

Emily shivered at his breath on her and wrapped her arms around his back. "The blonde one is at the dancefloor dancing with a fake-boob red-headed. I didn't see the brunette one yet…" She whispered back and smiled slightly when she felt him shivering at her touch.

Their drinks came and both took a few sips. Hotch rested his hands on her bare thighs and leaned again to nuzzle her neck. "Do you see anyone looking at us?" He asked before running his hands up her dress and resting them on her hip.

"Aside from a few women fuming with jealousy wanting my death? No, nothing suspect…" She whispered linking her hands on his neck.

He chuckled quietly shaking his head. "Is that so?" He asked circling her waist and hosting her closer to his body. His lips trailed a line across her shoulders up to her neck until her ear.

She hummed affirmatively and pressed herself even closer to him, running her hands on his hair. "C'mon guys, we're waiting for the show. You better start getting this jerks' attention…" JJ's voice came through their earpieces.

"I knew I would regret wearing his thing…" Emily grunted.

"Yeah, but she's right. We better start…" Hotch said and before Emily could understand the implication his lips were on hers and her heart stopped. One of his hands came to cup the back of her head and the other kept his hold on her waist, pressing her front on his chest. His lips massaged hers in the most delicious way and he swallowed her sigh when she opened her mouth to his tongue, shivering when the kiss deepened.

She couldn't avoid the pathetic whimper that came from deep on her throat when his tongue mapped her mouth, stroking the roof of her mouth and the line of her teeth. Changing tactics he started sucking her own tongue and she was reduced in a mess of whimpers and moans, gripping his hair in an almost painful way, desperate to find something to keep her grounded.

He pulled apart breathlessly, their bodies still pressed together and Emily let out a little whine when his mouth pulled away. "Now, that's what I was talking about…" JJ chuckled on the earpiece again and Emily flushed even more.

She looked up at him and found the usual hazel eyes of her boss almost completely black, pupils dilated with desire. "You wanna dance?" His deep voice asked, a few tones rougher and huskier, causing another wave of shivers through her body.

"Sure…" She managed to mumble back and he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her seat, taking another big gulp of his beer. He led her to the dancefloor and circled her waist to press her close to his front. She jumped a little bit when his mouth attacked her neck with open-mouth kisses and shivered at the touch of his hands on her back.

He gripped her hips and leaned up to her ear. "Relax Emily… forget about the others about JJ… focus on us, here, otherwise it won't work…" He coaxed her quietly. "Focus on me…" He whispered and she shivered again, letting her hands explore his torso through the fabric of his shirt. She made her way up to his neck and linked her arms around it, tilting his head down to capture his lips.

He leaded their dance, following the rhythm of the song but let her dominate the kiss, barely avoiding a moan as she lazily sucked his tongue and stroked it with her own. His hands roamed around her back and hips, relishing the soft touch of the fabric through his fingers. His legs parted her thighs and he pressed himself even closer, their limbs connected, chests pressed together and mouths dancing along with the song.

As they lips parted, flushed and breathing heavily, their hands continued their route on each other's bodies, her nails scratching his back through his shirt and his finding her bare skin as her dress rose with their movements. He could feel his control snapping; the sensations were too good, the lack of contact with another person too long and the desire making his body betray him, starting to stir.

He turned her around to press her back against his front and groaned softly when she started to rock her hips against his groin. His hands traced the line of her waist and then made their way up from hip to rib, ghosting the side of her breasts. She brought her arms back to grab his neck and placed his head on her neck, tilting her head to the side invitingly.

He knew that his desire would be evident soon so he cleared his throat and whispered on her ear. "Emily…" at her hum of acknowledgement he continued. "I'm… I apologize previously for any… reactions… it's been long…" He said awkwardly.

She chuckled at him and wiggled her hips provocatively to tease him, causing him to buck against her and tightening his grip on her waist. "Emily…" He warned before burying his face on neck and retaliating with his mouth.

She moaned deeply and gripped his hair tightly, while his hands continued to roam through her body. "Very nice show, guys… possible creep number one staring at you two from the bar. He just nodded to possible creep number two who is watching you from the other side of the bar. They're also staring at the other couple at your left. You need to improve your performance…" JJ directed them through the earpiece.

"Cup my breasts". Emily said quietly to him.

"What?" He whispered surprised in her ear.

"My breasts, Hotch. Touch my breasts…" She said at the same time her hands left his neck and rested on his thighs, caressing them through the denim while her hips bounced more provocatively against his groin, making him groan. His hands made their way up to her chest and cupped her breasts, winning a low moan from her.

He squeezed them and kissed her neck hungrily, losing himself in the act, drowning himself on her taste, her smell and the feeling of her skin. He relished the little whimpers she let out and suddenly turned her around, capturing her lips in another hungry kiss. Their mouths danced together at the same time their bodies swan with the music. His hands caressed her back and descended to the curve of her ass, hesitating for a few seconds before finishing their way to her bottom and squeezing her, pressing her directly to his desire.

She gasped at the contact with his erection and couldn't help but grind against it a little bit. Their kiss intensified and they devoured each other's mouths, for a moment completely oblivious to the rest of the operation, until JJ's voice brought them back. "Jesus, you two really worked a show. The unsubs are focused on you now. Time for the second part…"

They shared another few hungry kisses before Hotch grabbed her hand and walked to the exit. They left the bar and saw Morgan and one of the officers talking in front of a parked car and Rossi with another one a few steps away. Hotch grabbed Emily by the waist and hugged her from behind, trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders, walking towards the alley. Just as they were entering the alley Morgan's voice came through the earpiece. "Suspects leaving the pub. They're going towards a parked car a few feet after the alley's entry". He announced. "Keep the act. Suspect number one stopped and looked in your direction nodding to the other one".

Hotch backed Emily against the brick wall and kissed her again, hoisting her leg on his thigh and sneaking his hand under her dress to make it look like he was going to touch her intimately. She moaned into their kiss and roamed her hands on his back and shoulders, rubbing her center into his groin. "They just got the bats from the car and are walking towards the alley. Everyone in position". Morgan directed and Hotch suddenly gripped Emily's other thigh and she jumped to wrap them around his waist. He had her directly against his erection and started to rock his hips to brush against her. He could feel the heat irradiating from her and pulled back from her mouth and went to her neck.

She whimpered shamelessly at his ministrations, not even remembering her own name let alone the unsubs. Morgan's voice came through the earpiece again to remind her why she was there but Hotch once again distracted her with another push of his hips and a lick on her neck. "Aaron…" She moaned lowly and dropped her head back, hitting the wall but not really feeling the pain. The pleasure was almost overwhelming and she couldn't concentrate in anything but his lips and his body pressed so right against hers.

"Suspects approaching. Team Alpha starting approach from west". One of the officers announced.

Emily could feel the tension building on her belly and the whines coming from her throat intensified. She moaned his name again and groaned when he nipped her neck painfully just to trace his tongue to soothe the pain. "Oh God…" She whispered when he shifted his position and angled their limbs perfectly, making her vision blurry with the pleasure.

With one last push whites spots invaded her vision and she moaned lowly his name, barely listening Morgan's voice, this time not from the earpiece but from her left. "FBI, freeze!" She felt Hotch dropping her on her feet again and had to grip his shoulders tightly to keep her standing because her legs felt like jelly. She opened her eyes and saw Morgan and another officer immobilizing the unsubs and handing them to another two officers who read their Miranda rights and leaded them to the car. Morgan turned back to them with questioning look. "Are you two okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine…" Hotch nodded, his hands still resting on Emily's waist. "Go find JJ and Rossi. We'll go to Reid's car and head to the station to the interrogatory". He directed and Morgan nodded once before going. He turned back to Emily. "Are you okay?" He asked with a low voice.

She blinked a few times before focusing on his question. "Yeah… I'm…" She breathed heavily and for the first time felt the stick feeling on her panties, realization dawning her. Her eyes widened and she pushed him away, straightening her hair and dress. "I'm fine. Let's go?" She asked and started walking without even waiting for an answer.

She heard his footsteps following her and tried to control her breathing, blinking back a few tears of embarrassment. She couldn't believe that her body had betrayed her like that. She always prided herself for being a controlled and strong woman and now she had surrendered herself at the feeling she always desired but was well aware she couldn't ever have.

How was she supposed to face him now?

He had noticed what happened. He couldn't not have noticed. He had held her while her body shook with the waves of pleasure and had heard the moan of his name she had emitted when consumed by the heat.

Damn Morgan for suggesting the plan. Damn JJ for being blonde. Damn unsubs for existing.

And damn Aaron Hotchner for being so irresistible and prohibited.

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Three hours later the team was walking through the front hall of the hotel they were staying, exhausted but with the case wrapped. It took only twenty minutes to break the obsessed-compulsive unsub and make him confess and detail every single murder. The brothers Patrick and Jeffrey Williams had also murdered five other couples in another state the year before they had come to New York and other ones before that across the country. Their parents had died when they were both young and they had been raised by a conservative grandmother that always said they were a fruit from their sinner parents. She had been their first victim and since then they had gone through the country eliminating the sinners they found on their way.

They made their way up to their rooms on the elevator in silence. Hotch looked at his brunette agent from the corner of his eye but she had ignored him at all costs. He knew she was probably feeling ashamed with what had happened in the alley but part of him was thrilled that he had managed to get such reaction from her. Part of him wanted to see what more he could do to her. He wanted to listen to the sounds she made, feel again the shivers that ran through her body at his ministrations, he wanted more, much, much more.

They exited the elevator and made their ways through the hall. All of them had managed to stay at the same floor this time, each one with their room. Emily made her way through all of them and headed to her room. "See you all tomorrow". She mumbled before getting in and closing the door with a thud.

The agents looked at the door in silence until Morgan whistled. "Damn, you'd thought she would be a little happier and less tense after some lovin' but she's the opposite!"

"She's definitely pissed…" Rossi nodded.

"Didn't you do the job right, man?" Morgan asked teasingly looking at Hotch, who was just staring at the door.

"I think he did the job too right…" JJ murmured and that seemed to snap the leader profiler.

"Who is in the room beside Emily's?" He asked.

"Me…" Reid said confusedly and frowned even more when Hotch chuckled, tossing him his own keys.

"Stay in mine tonight. You really won't want to hear what's going to happen there tonight…" He said and walked to the door tapping it three times loudly.

A handful seconds later the door opened and a very annoyed Emily looked at him. "Look, I really want to get some rest so…" The rest of her phrase was cut by his lips when he kissed her, pushing his way into the room and shut the door behind him with a loud thud that echoed on the hall where four very astonished profilers were looking at it with their mouths opened.

A loud moan of their leader's name came through the door and they blinked before Morgan and Rossi started chuckling. "Damn! He certainly knows how to do it!" Morgan said shaking his head.

Another moan came through the door and Rossi looked at JJ. "I think you won't be sleeping tonight either, JJ…" He said chuckling since her room was in front of Emily's.

She chuckled and shook her head. "I don't think any of us will…"

A/N: There is anyone wanting to see what happened behind doors? If you do, you know what to do! :)