Hotch & Prentiss: With ou without toi

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...

Alyssa Lies

By MoneButterfly


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

Early September 2015

Emily had the jour off so she had decided to take the kids to the play ground. The twins were asleep in the pram; Jack was playing football 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 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...