Wrong number, unexpected outcomes chapter 4

Hotch's phones started to ring cutting off the moment. Reluctantly he pulled away and reached into his pocket to retrieve the device. "Hotchner", he answered not even bothering to check the caller id. Their eyes never left one another's at the beginning of the call as Hotch answered with single syllable answers.

Emily at this point got up and started, well limped, towards her coffee maker, if they had to go to work now they'd need a little pick me up, considering the previous nights occurrences. She finally looked up as Hotch said a stern 'Bye' he turned to towards her with a sigh, "I have to collect Jack in about an hour."

"That wasn't work?" Emily questioned sceptically, Hotch shook his head, no. "It wouldn't kill you to be more sociable then, using more than yes and no answers. You sounded way too serious. Like serial killer on the loose, serious."

"It didn't require more elaborate answers."

Emily shook her head, letting out a small chuckle. "So what are we going to tell the team? I mean their profilers, they will know something's different."

"Well, I think we should try and keep it to ourselves for as long as possible. This is new and I'd like to have a chance to explore," he said suggestively, which made her blush. "We'll figure it out as we go, okay."

"Okay," she replied but was quickly cut off as his lips ascended her in a passionate, loving kiss.

Monday

Hotch was the first person to get into the office the next morning. He and Emily finally parted when it became necessary to collect his son; they parted with the promise of dinner during the week.

Instead of getting stuck into the mound of paper work cluttering his desk as soon as he got in, he set his briefcase down as a subtle smile graced his lips. He pulled an object from the case, slipping the object into his pocket and he carefully made his way out, down the stairs and made his way towards the clump of desks. He then sneakily snuck the object in amongst the paper work. Satisfied he moved back to his individual office and closed the door, settling down with the first file of the day to await the arrival of his agents.

He was jostled out his work an hour later when the elder profiler entered through the glass door and automatically made his way up to his office, confining himself in the space with his own stack of files.

Next in was Reid, who headed straight to the break room to add some coffee to his sugar. Followed a while later by JJ, who when straight to her office, coffee in hand. Joint last to arrive were Morgan and Prentiss, who where in a heated discussion as they settled at there respective desks, both with home canteens in hand.

"Why wont you tell me!"

"Morgan, it's nothing."

"Seriously princess, your limping and something is… different."

"Nothing is different! I just had a little accident at the weekend, ok."

"Accident?"

"Yes, but I'm fine, ok."

"What kind of 'accident'?"

"God! If you have to know I stood on a piece of glass. Now can we stop this, we're at work."

"You got it out though right?" he said, his tone changing to concern.

"Yes."

"How did you stand on glass?"

"I just did okay."

"Tell the truth."

"I was drunk ok," she whispered embarrassed. "Now leave it alone."

"Fine." He replied plonking himself down at his desk and reaching for a file.

Prentiss did the same but was startled as an object fell out, tumbling to the floor. She went to grab it but before she could, Morgan snatched it from the floor.

"Oooooo Emily has an admirer. Oh look a note," he teased.

"What's that?" Reid asked as he walked towards Morgan's desk, clutching his coffee.

"Morgan don't you dare," Prentiss said making a grab for the object.

"Someone sent princess a lollypop", Morgan exclaimed, laughing as he dodged her grabbing hands.

"A lollypop?"

"Yep. And it has a note…. 'As promised, one lollypop, for the brave Emily Prentiss. A x' Aww isn't that sweet!"

"MORGAN! Give it to me."

"Who's A?"

"Non of your business," she said as she swiped the sugary snack, and re-read the message which caused a smile to blossom on her face as she slyly looked up at the closed office door.

"So, I heard you have an admirer?" asked a curious JJ a couple of hours later.

Emily's head snapped up to find both blondes staring down at her. "Come on my raven haired beauty, tell all," Garcia sang.

"There's nothing to tell," she said with a smirk.

"Your face would beg to differ," Reid input from his desk.

"Okay, I have an admirer, who I also admire back. But that's all you're getting…"

"But…."

"No"

"But…."

"Nope, not saying a word," she said while unwrapping the lolly and sticking it in her mouth before returning to her work.

However, Garcia deviously snatched the note and turned for her office. "Fine, if you wont tell me, I'll have to find out for myself," JJ trailed after her.

"So, what are we going to do?" asked JJ, as she settled on a seat in Garcia's 'cave'.

"Well, I took this off of her desk. If my hunk of my man was right, this should be the note that came with the gift." She carefully proceeded to unwrap the note. "Do we know anyone new in her life with the initial 'A'?"

"Let me see that." JJ took the note and read it. "Oh My God, is this Hotch's handwriting?"

"Hotch? No it can't be."

"Garcia, his name starts with an 'A' and I'm pretty sure this is his writing!" JJ said shock marker her face.

"Ok, if it is him, we need a plan."

Emily had wondered outside, all the staring was getting annoying. Bored she took out her phone and started to text her boyfriend.

'Meet me outside?'

'Be right out x'

She was lost in thought when a hand grabbed her from behind, startled she pulled away read to strike before she realised who it was as he bellowed her name. In a split second she caught on and immediately lowered her fist, a blush clear across her cheeks as she gave him an embarrassed look.

"Sorry."

The only reply from him was to lean against the wall beside her, his facial expression changing back to normal. "So, what's up?" he enquired.

"Thank you for the lolly," she said shyly, "I remember asking for one when you where dealing with my foot. Thanks really, for everything," she said leaning in and kissing his cheek.

"No problem. And you looked so hurt when we had no lollypops and I think you deserved it. You where actually a very co-operative drunk patient," he said with a smile recalling the pout that had crossed the drunk agents features. "So what are you doing out here?"

"Hiding…"

"Hiding?"

"Yes. As thoughtful and cute as my 'gift' was, the guys are now harassing me. They want to know who the mysterious 'A' is. And I can't work with all the staring."

"Oh, right. Wasn't the best idea I've ever had. But you weren't meant to show them."

"I didn't show them, I went to grab a file and it fell on the floor only to be retrieved by Morgan. Who, in turn, told Reid and Garcia, who told JJ. I don't think Rossi knows yet though, he seems pre-occupied lately..."

"Oh, sorry. It spread fast," he said kind of shocked. "As for Dave, he's having some relationship problems lately." At Emily's amused, curious expression he replied, "Her names Jade, its complicated something about mixed messages…. I don't know. I entrust that you wont say anything."

"My lips are sealed, sir." They stood there in silent for a moment before Emily shifted, "Oh well, I better go face the music," she said with a sigh. She gave him a kiss and headed back inside, while Hotch took a detour to get some good coffee from the shop across the street, which he believed the FBI must single handily keep running with the amount of coffee the agents drink.

Emily causally walked through the bullpen only to be dragged down the corridor backwards by two people and shoved through a door. Once released from their grasps she took in the sight of her friends. "What the hell guys?" she asked, annoyance clear.

"We need to talk to you! Sit down." Sitting, she kept eye contact with her friends making sure they knew how infuriated she was.

"Now who's this 'A' feller, because we are pretty sure we know who it is, we just need confirmation."

"Its non of your business!" she deflected as she stood only to be pushed back down into her seat.

"Who's writing is this Em?" JJ said giving her a random case note.

"Hotch's?" she said.

"Correct, now who's writing is this?" she said handing her the stolen note. Realisation passed over the profilers face as she blushed. Busted…

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This is not the epilogue, which I planned. I have no idea when this story will finish and I'm going to stop saying it will end by chapter so and so. My stories seem to be never end; my original plan was 3 chapters, that didn't happen. So the story will end when it ends…. Thanks again and REVIEW!

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