Prentiss & Hotch-Falling for toi

Written par Ilovetvalot.
Note: Spoilers of Season 5!



Santa’s Angels

The twinkling Christmas likes twining around the Douglas fir gracing his living room mocked him. This felt so wrong…celebrating Christmas after she’d been murdered. He knew he had to provide Jack with some sense of normalcy…but this just felt so gut-wrenchingly wrong. But, he knew she would have insisted that he give their son a traditional Christmas. So, he’d made the effort. He’d chosen the arbre as Jack had danced around the lot. He’d bought the decorations amid a sea of shoppers. He’d handed Jack ornaments and...

Written par Montiese, lairofthemuses.



St. Morrissey and the King George Christmas Miracle

“Prentiss?”

“I'm not trespassing.” She didn’t bother looking up; she already knew who she was talking to.

“I know that. The security guard told me where to find you. What are toi doing?”

“I've been staring at it for almost 20 minutes and I can't find a single error. I've seen magnificent knock offs in my time but this is amazing.”

Hotch walked further into the dimly lit room. He looked at Emily sitting on the bench and then at the painting that had her mesmerized. He sat down beside her and...

Written par Sienna27.



Cadence & Noise

“OWW!”

Emily looked over in alarm at Hotch’s howl.

“What’s wrong?” she looked around their bench worriedly, “did toi get stung?”

They were sitting in the park having a nice quiet lunch. ou at least they were until he started yelling in pain.

Her brow wrinkled . . . why is he holding his face?

Still grimacing in pain, Hotch’s gently palpated the side of his jaw, “I think I just broke my tooth.”

‘That’s just fucking GREAT!’

Furrowing her brow in confusion, Emily looked down at the peels on the bench between them, “you broke your tooth...

Written par Ilovetvalot.



An Act of Contrition

Chapter One

Emily Prentiss was an intuitive woman, able to read the faces of the people around her with an ease that often startled many of her co-workers. It was a talent she’d been forced to develop at a young age, a necessary demand if one was going to be the daughter of a successful Congressman and a Goodwill Ambassador. Over time, she learned to hone her skill subtly. But as she stood on the sidewalk outside their unsub’s latest victim’s house, she didn’t need any of those deductive powers to know that she’d screwed up with Aaron Hotchner....

Written par Ilovetvalot.



In a Heartbeat

In a heartbeat, life as toi know it can be ripped away from you. In a heartbeat, everything can change, leaving toi shaken and questioning everything toi ever knew. In a heartbeat, the life toi had can come crashing to an abrupt halt, irrevocably altering everything toi see.

That’s how fast it happened to him. Aaron Hotchner.

In a heartbeat.

Now, the only time he ever felt anything comparable to normal was with her. This dark beauty that had been slowly, steadily working him towards his recovery. She wouldn’t give up. Wouldn’t surrender him to the tide...

Written par chiroho.




All About Chap Stick

"Wisconsin sucks!"

Emily Prentiss supposed that was a bit of an exaggeration, especially donné that there were many things about Wisconsin that she actually liked. Unfortunately none of them were in any way related to trudging around a crime scene somewhere north of Green baie in November, a site recently used par their unsub to dump the body of a young woman who had barely reached her prime. The snow hadn't really started to accumulate, but it was cold – probably below 20 with the wind chill. And Emily didn't like the cold. Her lips were chapped, her...

Written par dreamgoddess'92 on fanfiction.net



Just Got Started

Emily was cold.

It was an odd occurrence, she had to admit. She had grabbed plus than enough blankets before she passed out. She didn’t want to open her eyes, but she could drift back sleep if she was cold. Sighing, Emily turned around and smiled as a pair of dark eyes met hers. “Blanket hog.” she accused him laughing as he grinned at her. “What can I say? I don’t like being cold.” he replied innocently.

Emily laughed and snuggled closer to Aaron. “You’re not the only one.” Emily a dit as he wrapped his arms around her...

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


Sometimes It Hurts So Bad, It Feels So Bad

“You need to go accueil 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 plus 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 par 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 accueil had been littered with a dark, deep, encroaching sadness. Nobody had spoken.

When they landed at the BAU and...

An H/P quickshot, written par 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, toi 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...